So, evidently, since it is never all roses and flowers, the tournament last weekend hid something. What is obvious: the few minutes of concentrated effort, a brief but intense on the formula of the tournament, I had illusions of being in shape does not say, but at least you have not missed a condition that difficulty I managed to keep during the last season.
The day of reckoning when there was a moment ago, armed with good will and timing, I thought "From today we start preparing: for today is day 20 'can be brisk enough."
already thought it was just, let alone when I was forced to stop with the stopwatch, pitilessly, even marked 7 '..
Yes yes, then 20 minutes and even took them out, but with too many pauses. All this made me think that, given that by August 28th I will be a jewel, I have to take drastic decisions, as well as give up classic summer pleasures. And then:
1) Nothing good fresh cold beer that goes down good Down is a fairy tale before dinner, returning from a day of work / study / training. Yes, I know, that's cool sensation of the beer cool in summer, but I can not.
2) No cigarette before going to sleep at night, on the balcony, lulled by the gentle breeze which thankfully comes Torino this summer.
3) Go to run every day (at least the week, then a little 'rest you need, maybe the weekend).
4) Just one pound of dough into two .. A pound and a half is enough.
