.... in Venetian dialect means "mica I have not killed anyone!"
This is the sentence that ultimately lingers in my brain at six in the morning when I wake up to go swimming (and two out of three times I turn away and return to sleep) and when I get to the gym and "should" go run.
Tuesday evening there was a chill wind that was scary, I had to make repeated (10x400), in the end I said,
"no go miga copa no man" and I did just 6km fast speed.
Today the weather is worse than Tuesday! It snows for one thing ...
ergo is not there today (among other things last night I took a spin with a sharp blow on the knee ... dolorissimoooo ed), only spin and actually not too stretched.
Tomorrow morning, however SWIMMING SHIT!
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