do not know whether to start or not. The desire to make it in writing is not so, as you could see well. But in the end the blog there is some bullshit, and sometimes one has to put it.
Of course I did not choose the best time to make it in writing a new article about me orienteering. I should make it in writing something for my first Cup victory in MA in Italy in the Battle Moriago night. There was a good comment to roccambolesca qualification (the first of my short-story) and in the final test dell''ottima At the Italian Championships Middle, test with which I take home my first points in the World Ranking (pti I cast on 450 th position in 1613). You could tell something about the first time (except at night, for which I have a personal preference) within the 10 MA in Italian Cup with a big race without smudging in Baselga di Pinè. Instead I am
Sponata right now from my fans, from the children who do not find something better to do than reading useless comments to races like I do. But go and read Stegal Rusky or if you want to learn something while having fun in an exciting and compelling read! And when you're done there are millions of other blogs, by Cosimo Tenan, by SuperLau to Zonato by Segal to Er.Team just to name a few.
Sponata I am writing at the very end of a race, the JTT, now I can only describe my black beast. How has Capriasca Stegal, puddles and Ursula, I have a JTT on any cards are played.
Last year was the beautiful map of Fort Cherle which had crashed on an icy cold that took me to finish outside the time limit (but still end up because it is never that I should withdraw in a race - except for the promotion of race Samone where I had to take off with the ambulance) a very pleasant race and then try to resolve the hypothermia that attacked me wearing all the clothes available and drinking I happen to drink any smoldering fire. This year
Millegrobbe instead is a different story. I've JTT with a score to settle, I tell myself to start. Parto concentrated and well-dressed (almost too much!), To redeem the performance of last year. I was so concentrated and cargo, which, as I was chatting amiably with Conrad Arduini, I hear a scream of Charles Cristellon calling me to check. But you also know that sometimes the concentration ... And while I concentration was also studied who had Simo-Pekka Fincke, the Finn who started strong in front of me now. Why are so many 5 min on the grid, but even the strongest can be wrong. And they are never wrong more than once. So ...
Then answer the call of the Charles and I rush to the departure. 9.9 km with 330 m in altitude are many, but a draw is not the Plancher but Aaron and therefore these distances and these slopes are not too scared. In the end, I can not even claim to have struggled too. The only catch is that the degree is not required technical pinaitra coast. Long distances along ridges with no reference to alternate with fast and dangerous changes of direction in highly detailed areas, where to find the right roccietta among many, at least for me, pure pure luck. In any case fairly
affront the first 2 points and galvanized I am going to find a seemingly simple hole in the third lantern. I never thought he had lost a quarter of an hour in one place. Not even in the race I noticed. Fortunately, with the help of Samuel Curzio, I can (I should say he can) to find them. At the same time comes the cinnamon with which I do quite a bit of competition. Face in the bush 4 and 5. Punzo and off for two long-haul flights. In the points a bit 'of trouble finding the 6. There are too many channels. and we perdaimo to look at all, in all but obviously the right one. When we reached there we Jarkko Huovila thanks for the help that we gave him and he runs away. I'm back, at least for a hundred yards, with the essay suggests to me that Canna to desist because we would not have as much right to along that pace. After a hundred yards that I agree with our pace and continued well after finding lanterns. A small inaccuracy in the 12, but so we can stand. At 15, however, leads me to my own mistakes inprecisione a 30 'seconds, but enough to lose contact with the rod and found myself just to finish the race in the trenches. The scenarios are beautiful, the most impressive can be seen in races orientation. The loop until the 19 is terrible, but I spend quite safe even if I come back to mind scenes of panic Fusine lived on the lakes. From there is a transfer at times even challenging to the finish and sneering towards a drain.
1h 53 '44' with a terrible 19'06'' the third are my first impressions, but the exhaust from the cabin gets a faint voice as distressing. "Punching missing!" What! Step 5: MISS! Impossible to believe! Yet it is! MISS! Punching missing. And yet they've been there and I even punched. But the station has held that beep that would allow me to get a passing score on arrival. And because the run time might as well have been better.
Of course I did not choose the best time to make it in writing a new article about me orienteering. I should make it in writing something for my first Cup victory in MA in Italy in the Battle Moriago night. There was a good comment to roccambolesca qualification (the first of my short-story) and in the final test dell''ottima At the Italian Championships Middle, test with which I take home my first points in the World Ranking (pti I cast on 450 th position in 1613). You could tell something about the first time (except at night, for which I have a personal preference) within the 10 MA in Italian Cup with a big race without smudging in Baselga di Pinè. Instead I am
Sponata right now from my fans, from the children who do not find something better to do than reading useless comments to races like I do. But go and read Stegal Rusky or if you want to learn something while having fun in an exciting and compelling read! And when you're done there are millions of other blogs, by Cosimo Tenan, by SuperLau to Zonato by Segal to Er.Team just to name a few.
Sponata I am writing at the very end of a race, the JTT, now I can only describe my black beast. How has Capriasca Stegal, puddles and Ursula, I have a JTT on any cards are played.
Last year was the beautiful map of Fort Cherle which had crashed on an icy cold that took me to finish outside the time limit (but still end up because it is never that I should withdraw in a race - except for the promotion of race Samone where I had to take off with the ambulance) a very pleasant race and then try to resolve the hypothermia that attacked me wearing all the clothes available and drinking I happen to drink any smoldering fire. This year
Millegrobbe instead is a different story. I've JTT with a score to settle, I tell myself to start. Parto concentrated and well-dressed (almost too much!), To redeem the performance of last year. I was so concentrated and cargo, which, as I was chatting amiably with Conrad Arduini, I hear a scream of Charles Cristellon calling me to check. But you also know that sometimes the concentration ... And while I concentration was also studied who had Simo-Pekka Fincke, the Finn who started strong in front of me now. Why are so many 5 min on the grid, but even the strongest can be wrong. And they are never wrong more than once. So ...
Then answer the call of the Charles and I rush to the departure. 9.9 km with 330 m in altitude are many, but a draw is not the Plancher but Aaron and therefore these distances and these slopes are not too scared. In the end, I can not even claim to have struggled too. The only catch is that the degree is not required technical pinaitra coast. Long distances along ridges with no reference to alternate with fast and dangerous changes of direction in highly detailed areas, where to find the right roccietta among many, at least for me, pure pure luck. In any case fairly
affront the first 2 points and galvanized I am going to find a seemingly simple hole in the third lantern. I never thought he had lost a quarter of an hour in one place. Not even in the race I noticed. Fortunately, with the help of Samuel Curzio, I can (I should say he can) to find them. At the same time comes the cinnamon with which I do quite a bit of competition. Face in the bush 4 and 5. Punzo and off for two long-haul flights. In the points a bit 'of trouble finding the 6. There are too many channels. and we perdaimo to look at all, in all but obviously the right one. When we reached there we Jarkko Huovila thanks for the help that we gave him and he runs away. I'm back, at least for a hundred yards, with the essay suggests to me that Canna to desist because we would not have as much right to along that pace. After a hundred yards that I agree with our pace and continued well after finding lanterns. A small inaccuracy in the 12, but so we can stand. At 15, however, leads me to my own mistakes inprecisione a 30 'seconds, but enough to lose contact with the rod and found myself just to finish the race in the trenches. The scenarios are beautiful, the most impressive can be seen in races orientation. The loop until the 19 is terrible, but I spend quite safe even if I come back to mind scenes of panic Fusine lived on the lakes. From there is a transfer at times even challenging to the finish and sneering towards a drain.
1h 53 '44' with a terrible 19'06'' the third are my first impressions, but the exhaust from the cabin gets a faint voice as distressing. "Punching missing!" What! Step 5: MISS! Impossible to believe! Yet it is! MISS! Punching missing. And yet they've been there and I even punched. But the station has held that beep that would allow me to get a passing score on arrival. And because the run time might as well have been better.
