BAS***D CHRONOMETER! Oschersleben's race being archived with yet another bitter morsel to swallow, I have a strong desire to counter-charge at "my" Imola. Meanwhile, I haven't been idle: I am writing after finishing at Bogogno my first world...
Oschersleben's race being archived with yet another bitter morsel to swallow, I have a strong desire to counter-charge at "my" Imola.
Meanwhile, I haven't been idle: I am writing after finishing at Bogogno my first world commitment in the chronometer handbike individual race, valid for the world title.
The good sense should inspire some enthusiasm in me for the achieved result. Being one of the three chosen athletes means to have achieved your place with merit, forcing at home all the others and finding yourself challenging opponents that did exactly the same while representing their countries.
For this reason, and for the fact of arriving at a world championship at my fourth experience with the bike that I built. I should be extremely happy for the fifteenth place that places myself exactly at mid classification. But I am myself and who knows me will not be surprised to perceive a bit of disappointment due to the belief of not exploiting to the maximum my capabilities: when one prepares a race there are 1000 things to do and despite being happy for amazing a lot of people getting right 990 of the things, I am angry with myself for not getting right the last ten.
Anyway, on Saturday I will run the in line race valid for the other world title. Theoretically, in the bagarre and in the management of race strategies I am quite representing the prototype of the inexperienced aiming at playing a game too complex for him, nevertheless sums are made at the end and I will at least acquire that experience that I am still lacking among those mastiffs I am challenging.
Even if I am damned guy that keeps in touch very little, I hope you will keep your fingers crossed for me... this time a bit of luck will not do any harm!
Talk to you on Saturday after the race, ciaooooo!