complain about my defection tonight. In fact, the night before for me it was a kind of stage in the Tour de France, it seemed certain junctures of the Tourmalet climb. I see the record for long stretches in solitary escape to the bathroom where between turns and ups and downs have given the best of me, kneeling with his head in the toilet (lascioVi imagine why). In this noble gesture will be joined by another repeated at least a dozen times, a gesture that I see not with your head inserted into the water but with the body sitting on it. Age, we talk about age now: 37 years of the canons that I can now boast of possessing, today I feel (as a bonus) at least another thirty and I can safely call myself an elderly indomitable septuagenarian who comes to work where (though painful and weak) patch the missing sister peaceful and happy on a cruise for 12 days (scandal). Sorry but good training and the physical is no longer that of a time.
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