tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40425504382043965232024-02-20T19:15:16.175-08:00We are born to runCorrere nelle città più belle d'Italia e d'Europa. Running in the most beautiful Italian and European cities.Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-43037263173309494012012-04-03T09:24:00.001-07:002012-04-22T10:12:05.033-07:00Budapest Vivicittà 2012: a friendly run in a sunny (but cold) city<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lo scorso weekend a Budapest si è corsa la consueta Vivicittà, giunta alla sua 27esima edizione: non potevo mancare. Ho prenotato un volo a gennaio e il 1 aprile eccomi qui, di nuovo con il cappotto, in una Budapest dove per qualche giorno è tornato il freddo. Ringrazio il provvidenziale sms meteorologico materno della sera prima, senza il quale sarei partita in mezze maniche dalla calda Milano e<br />
<a name='more'></a> mi preparo alla corsa. Siccome la mattinata era insolitamente ventosa e sono uscita con due ore di anticipo sullo sparo d'inizio, ho dovuto correre o saltellare per tutto il tempo d'attesa. Raggiunta l'isola, dove la Vivicittà è tornata dall'anno scorso dopo un periodo di "permanenza provvisoria" a Varosliget (il Parco degli Eroi) a causa dei lavori di restauro del ponte Margit. Per la prima volta da quando lo chiusero nel 2009 (mi sembra) vedo il ponte ultimato e percorrerlo non provoca in me i soliti impulsi omicidi cui mi ero abituata di fronte alla folla di persone-passeggini-runner-biciclette-cani che intralciava la mia corsa lungo il vialetto lasciato aperto. Devo dire che ne è valsa la pena: adesso è molto più bello di prima. Incontro <b>Rita</b>, <b>Livia </b>(che fa da supporter), <b>Luis</b> e <b>Marci</b>, tutti colleghi e amici (ci siamo fatti le foto riunite nel <b>collage</b>) e andiamo a ritirare il nostro pacco-gara. </div>
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Novità dell'anno: un <b>chip</b> da legare alle stringhe e che consente la registrazione del tuo tempo. Lo start è ovviamente una cosa lenta: siamo <b>oltre 10mila persone</b>… Lenta e piacevole, grazie allo <b>stangone</b> mi ritrovo accanto. Fortuna ha voluto che avesse una maglietta originale (a sfondo lievemente sessuale) così Rita gli chiede di farsi fare una foto con me e ci mettiamo a chiacchierare.</div>
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Ho piacevolmente scoperto che il mio ungherese è migliorato in questi mesi in Italia e parlato per due giorni sempre in magiaro senza problemi (fatta eccezione per un sms incomprensibile che ho inviato alla mia amica Eszter). </div>
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Comunque abbiamo corso insieme un pochino, poi ci siamo persi. La corsa è stata magnifica. Il percorso farà capire perché: partenza lungo la spina dorsale dell'<b>isola Margherita</b>, ponte verso Buda, lungo Danubio, tratto interno a Buda, sotto al castello, <b>Ponte delle Catene</b>, tratto a Pest, passaggio davanti al <b>Parlamento</b>, rientro all'isola. Più panoramica di così…<b>decisamente superiore a quella a Varosliget</b>. Bellissimi momenti dentro alla galleria di <b>Clark Adam Tér</b> (sotto al castello, di solito trafficatissima ma chiusa alle auto per l'occasione) quando ognuno ha urlato a squarciagola quello che gli pareva. Facendo tesoro delle esperienze passate ho rifiutato i frequenti <b>bicchieri di beveraggi</b> che ti vengono allungati lungo il tragitto: la prima volta lo scolai pensando fosse acqua per poi cacciarlo fuori immediatamente disgustata dal dolcissimo sapere di kiwi e energizzanti. Per una corsa di un'ora non servono integratori! Un mio amico ebbe la bella idea, sempre convinto che fosse acqua, di bagnarcisi la testa: rimase appiccicoso per ore! Bene è stato bello, alla prossima!
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<span lang="EN">Last weekend in
Budapest took place the usual <b>Vivicittà </b>run, now in its 27th edition: I could
not miss. I booked a flight in January and on April 1st here I am again with my
coat, as the cold is back in Europe for some days. I thank the providencial weather-sms
that my mother sent me the night before, without which I would be traveling in
short sleeves from the warm Milan. As the morning was unusually windy and since I went out two hours earlier on the
shot-off, I had to run and jump all the time waiting to keep myself warm. Once
on the island, where Vivicittà is back from last year after a period of
"temporary stay" in <b>Varosliget </b>(the</span> Heroes' Park) due
to the <b>restoration</b> of the<b> Margit Bridge</b>. For the first time since it closed down
in 2009 (I think) I see the bridge completed and crossing it doesn't cause in
me the usual murderous impulses which were provocated before by the crowd of
people-stroller-bike-dog-runner who interfered with my running along the
walkway left open. I must say that it was worth: Margit Híd it's much more
beautiful than before. I meet <b>Rita</b>, <b>Livia </b>(which acts as a supporter), <b>Marci</b> and <b>Luis</b>, all colleagues and friends (we took pictures together in the collage),
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<b>News</b>: a <b>chip</b> to be tied on your shoes' strings and that allows the recording of
your time. The start is of course one slow thing: we are over 10 thousand
people ... Slow and pleasant, thanks to the blazing guy I find next to me. Luckily
he has a T-shirt with an original draw on it (slightly sexually motivated) as
Rita asks him to take a picture with me and we start chatting.</span><br />
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<i>I pleasantly discovered that my Hungarian has improved in recent months in
Italy and talked for two days Magyar always without problems (except for an
incomprehensible text messages I sent to my friend Eszter).</i></span><br />
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However we ran together a bit, then we lost. The race was magnificent. The
route will explain why: starting up the spine of Margarita Island, bridge to
Buda, along the Danube in Buda stretch inside, below the castle, the Chain
Bridge in Pest tract, passing in front of the Parliament, returning to the
island. More scenic than this ... I can't imagine! Beautiful moments in the
gallery of Adam Clark Square (below the
castle, usually </span>thoroughfared<span lang="EN">, but closed to cars for the occasion) when everyone
yelled loudly what he/she liked. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN">Basing on past experiences I have refused
the frequent <b>glasses of drinks</b> elongated along the way: the first time I thought
it was water and then throw it out immediately disgusted by the sweet taste of
kiwi and energizing something. For a run of an hour you do not need
supplements! A friend of mine had the good idea, always thinking it was water,
to refresh his head with it and he remained
sticky for hours! Well it was a very nice day, see you next time!</span></div>
</div>Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-27189113496811846412012-03-12T00:34:00.000-07:002012-04-22T10:11:50.947-07:00Running in...Varese - Around the Lake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a> Troverai una pista ciclabile proprio lungo il lago. Sono ben <b>28 km</b> di strada, quindi è perfetta per ogni livello di allenamento, anche per chi sta preparando una maratona. I chilometri sono segnalati, cosa che trovo molto utile durante la corsa. Il <b>paesaggio</b> è davvero bello e intrattiene piacevolmente soprattutto i cittadini milanesi che la massima natura a volte la vedono nel settore piante dell'Esselunga. Vedere un po' di vita di paese, con i contadini che coltivano l'orticello e le signore in bicicletta che rispondono al tuo saluto è senz'altro salutare (anche se stupisce poco chi è cresciuto tra i campi come la sottoscritta!). Sempre per dispensare un po' di cultura a buon prezzo, concludo dicendo che questo specchio d'acqua è vecchio quasi 15mila anni.</div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">In</span> <span class="hps">Lombardia there</span> <span class="hps">are many</span> <span class="hps">places</span> <span class="hps">well know </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAulWMl5PICc5F0njfY_DgnubdjdoZq5fxytnBkP-TgbC3MqxVe3eW_sQnZi5vXiFw_R0Kzwt_W8U8oVpNiKYqgyVUwhIEHrIWiAeUSBshrh1T_hcoAIgr6WOq_iZfGeV410pDMCrcDY/s1600/Schermata+2012-03-12+a+18.31.38.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAulWMl5PICc5F0njfY_DgnubdjdoZq5fxytnBkP-TgbC3MqxVe3eW_sQnZi5vXiFw_R0Kzwt_W8U8oVpNiKYqgyVUwhIEHrIWiAeUSBshrh1T_hcoAIgr6WOq_iZfGeV410pDMCrcDY/s200/Schermata+2012-03-12+a+18.31.38.png" width="200" /></a><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">for their</span> <span class="hps">own</span> <span class="hps">"runnability"</span>. <span class="hps">Among</span> <span class="hps">these there's the</span> <span class="hps">Lake</span> <span class="hps">of Varese</span>, ideal <span class="hps">for breaking</span> <span class="hps">the routine</span> <span class="hps">of</span> <span class="hps">Saturday</span> <span class="hps">morning in Milan</span> <span class="hps">at</span> <span class="hps">Monte</span> <span class="hps">Stella</span>. <span class="hps">About 35</span> <span class="hps">minutes by car</span> <span class="hps">from the capital</span>, <span class="hps">you can park just out of </span><span class="hps">Gavirate</span>. <span class="hps">You'll find</span> <span class="hps">a bike path</span> <span class="hps">right along the</span> <span class="hps">lake.</span> <span class="hps">There're</span><span class="hps"> 28</span> <span class="hps">km of</span> <span class="hps">road,</span> <span class="hps">so it's</span> <span class="hps">perfect</span> <span class="hps">for every</span> <span class="hps">training level,</span> <span class="hps">even for</span> <span class="hps">those who are</span> <span class="hps">preparing for</span> <span class="hps">a marathon</span>. <span class="hps">The miles</span> <span class="hps">are reported,</span> <span class="hps">which I find very</span> <span class="hps">useful during</span> <span class="hps">the work out</span>. <span class="hps">The</span> <span class="hps">landscape is</span> <span class="hps">really nice and</span> <span class="hps">pleasantly</span> <span class="hps">entertaining</span> <span class="hps">especially for the</span> <span class="hps">citizens of Milan</span> <span class="hps">that ar</span><span class="hps">e used to see nature at maximum </span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">in</span> the <span class="hps">plant department of the supermarket</span><span class="hps"></span>. <span class="hps">To see</span> <span class="hps">a bit</span> <span class="hps atn"></span>of <span class="hps">village life</span>, <span class="hps">with the farmers</span> <span class="hps">who grow</span> <span class="hps">their vegetable </span><span class="hps">gardens and</span> <span class="hps">the ladies</span> <span class="hps">on their bike</span> <span class="hps">that respond</span> <span class="hps">to</span> <span class="hps">your greeting</span> <span class="hps">is certainly</span> <span class="hps">welcome</span> <span class="hps atn">(</span>although <span class="hps">not</span> <span class="hps">surprising</span> <span class="hps">someone who grew up</span> <span class="hps">among the</span> <span class="hps">fields</span> <span class="hps">like myself</span>!). <span class="hps">T</span><span class="hps">o deliver</span> <span class="hps">some</span> <span class="hps atn"></span><span class="">culture</span> <span class="hps">at a good price</span>, I conclude <span class="hps">by saying</span> <span class="hps">that this</span> <span class="hps">lake is</span> <span class="hps">nearly</span> <span class="hps">15 thousand years</span> <span class="hps">old</span>. :)</span></div>Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-71515669116432974152012-02-28T09:22:00.000-08:002017-10-28T17:13:50.081-07:00Running in...Grosseto: where<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fP1LWoBlkCXz3-i7dQIxa9RVtACbuRI-ZR3Vs4zM7swIU9F-7g73XcGHdQn5XpIchstia-C0SpJdn0r2q7Iuho2bvIH6WbNOj1b8KavrNQkVZSI7oUD4dPcRMraQSD59wO2CXLceqj4/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fP1LWoBlkCXz3-i7dQIxa9RVtACbuRI-ZR3Vs4zM7swIU9F-7g73XcGHdQn5XpIchstia-C0SpJdn0r2q7Iuho2bvIH6WbNOj1b8KavrNQkVZSI7oUD4dPcRMraQSD59wO2CXLceqj4/s200/photo.jpg" width="200" /></a>Grosseto è una cittadina di piccole dimensioni e pochi di voi decideranno di visitarla. Nonostante questo, sono cresciuta tra queste campagne ed è proprio qui che ho iniziato a correre, quindi si merita proprio un post in questo blog!<br />
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In realtà<br />
<a name='more'></a>il posto dove mi sono fatta le gambe è <b>Rispescia</b>, a sette chilometri dal capoluogo, un paesino con circa 1000 abitanti ai margini del <b>Parco naturale dell'Uccellina</b> (questo dovreste visitarlo!). Campi a perdita d'occhio, magnifiche colline colorate, poderi, cavalli...il paradiso del runner, che può correre dove vuole, quanto desidera! Intanto la sua testa potrà fluttuare tra gli incantevoli sogni stuzzicati dal paesaggio, corroborata da un'aria fresca e pulita, con un leggero (talvolta intenso) profumo di <b>mare</b> (che è a soli 12 chilometri, raggiungibile anche a corsa, anche se la ciclabile c'è solo dal bivio per Alberese, fino a Marina d'Alberese). Guardate le foto! :)<br />
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1 - lungo l'argine del fiume <b>Ombrone</b> (ventilato, frequentato ma non affollato, con la possibilità di fare qualche salita e un bel panorama su tutto il centro abitato);<br />
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2 - dal <b>velodromo</b> cittadino alla<b> pista ciclabile</b> che collega Grosseto alla località balneare di <b>Marina di Grosseto </b>(ancora 12 km).<br />
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Altrimenti, andate direttamente a <b>Principina a Mare</b> e correte sulla spiaggia verso Nord, fino a Marina o, per un bel lungo, fino a <b>Castiglione della Pescaia</b>, che a buon merito è annoverata tra le località turistiche più frequentate in Toscana. Il panorama vi appagherà e dal borgo medievale potrete vedere le isole dell'<b>Arcipelago Toscano </b>se il cielo è terso. Se non volete correre anche al ritorno potete prendere l'autobus numero 14 fino a Grosseto per circa 2 euro.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fP1LWoBlkCXz3-i7dQIxa9RVtACbuRI-ZR3Vs4zM7swIU9F-7g73XcGHdQn5XpIchstia-C0SpJdn0r2q7Iuho2bvIH6WbNOj1b8KavrNQkVZSI7oUD4dPcRMraQSD59wO2CXLceqj4/s1600/photo.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fP1LWoBlkCXz3-i7dQIxa9RVtACbuRI-ZR3Vs4zM7swIU9F-7g73XcGHdQn5XpIchstia-C0SpJdn0r2q7Iuho2bvIH6WbNOj1b8KavrNQkVZSI7oUD4dPcRMraQSD59wO2CXLceqj4/s200/photo.jpg" width="200" /></a>Grosseto is a small town and a few of you will travel here. Thought, it's where I grow up and started to run!<br />
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the exact place is <b>Rispescia</b>, 7km far from Grosseto, a village which
less than 1000 inhabitants. Here you are in teh country, so no limits!
You can run everywhere, with your head indulging in wonderful dreams
thanks to the environment. Look at my pictures! And the air...so fresh
and pure, with a little (sometimes strong, actually) smell of <b>sea</b>!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-tyGcXQG7k-Aww5_kecheQcjI6Jk6MGe8bpg3DJFarhYnBqaL9bdechl-HbD5sWprwWGKX3s9RafH-ah9FF1rbJEvM7lCHqmrLBvNm7ItbOM_KErRm_zGJq9Pd4wxGodt9Bc4wdpqc4/s1600/foto%25281%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-tyGcXQG7k-Aww5_kecheQcjI6Jk6MGe8bpg3DJFarhYnBqaL9bdechl-HbD5sWprwWGKX3s9RafH-ah9FF1rbJEvM7lCHqmrLBvNm7ItbOM_KErRm_zGJq9Pd4wxGodt9Bc4wdpqc4/s200/foto%25281%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a>The town is good too, particularly:<br />
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1 - along the <b>river Ombrone</b> bank;<br />
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2 - from the town <b>velodrome</b> to the cycling path connecting Grosseto with the beach resort <b>Marina di Grosseto.</b><br />
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An other good spot is <b>Principina a Mare</b>, by the beach! You can run along the sea until Marina or <b>Castiglione della Pescaia</b>. Enjoy!<br />
<br />Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-69151528240516919662012-02-06T00:19:00.000-08:002017-10-28T17:18:42.945-07:00Running in...the snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In questi giorni siamo bombardati di neve. Se non altrove sul web, dove lo sport internazionale è fare a gara a chi scatta una foto al termometro con la temperatura più vicina a quella polare. In più, si sprecano gli aneddoti, tutti degni di un posto nel manuale delle storielle insignificanti (e in genere gonfiate) e, ovvio, gli insulti alla neve. Tutto molto bello. Da parte mia, la neve di Milano<br />
<a name='more'></a>ha coperto di un manto soffice la collinetta dove corro, il Monte Stella, regalandole un aspetto fiabesco. Venerdì sera non c'è nessuno a parte me (il resto dei milanesi era paralizzato dal traffico) e mi sono sentita padrona del luogo (almeno finchè non ho sentito un canto simile a quello di Rafiki del Re Leone unirsi agli Smashing Pumpkins che stavo ascoltando con l'Ipod. Al chè mi sono accorta di un signore che girovagava con aria sospetta e ho deciso che era ora di tornare a casa). Sensazioni magnifiche.</div>
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Correre in una densa schiuma di cappuccino è magnifico, anche se sarà bello tornare a delle corse più agevoli, a perturbazione finita. (sopra, il Parco Sempione)<br />
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Qui erano le sette di mattina - correvo con il mio amico di corse (nella foto) e stava nevicando (Monte Stella).<br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">These days</span> <span class="hps">we are bombarded</span> <span class="hps">with snow</span>. At least on<span class="hps"> the</span> <span class="hps">web</span>, <span class="hps">where the seasonal international sport</span> <span class="hps">is</span> <span class="hps">doing</span> <span class="hps">in</span> <span class="hps"> to</span> post<span class="hps"> a picture of</span> <span class="hps">the</span> <span class="hps">thermometer with</span> <span class="hps">the temperature</span> <span class="hps">closer to that of the </span><span class="hps">Pole</span>. <span class="hps">In addition</span> there are thousands of <span class="hps">anecdotes</span>, <span class="hps">all worthy of</span> <span class="hps">a place</span> <span class="hps">in the manual</span> <span class="hps">of</span> <span class="hps">meaningless</span> <span class="hps">stories</span> and, of course, <span class="hps">insults</span> <span class="hps">to the snow</span>. <span class="hps">All well and good</span>. <span class="hps">For my part</span>, <span class="hps">the snow</span>-covered <span class="hps">Milan</span> <span class="hps">has given</span> <span class="hps">a</span> <span class="hps">soft</span> <span class="hps">blanket</span> <span class="hps">the</span> <span class="hps">hill where</span> <span class="hps">I run,</span> <span class="hps">the</span> <span class="hps">Monte</span> <span class="hps">Stella</span>, <span class="hps">giving her</span> <span class="hps">a fairytale atmosphere</span>. <span class="hps">Friday night</span> <span class="hps">there was nobody</span> <span class="hps">but me</span> <span class="hps atn">(</span>the rest <span class="hps">of the Milanese citizens</span> <span class="hps">stuck in the traffic</span>) <span class="hps">and I felt</span> <span class="hps">mistress</span> <span class="hps">of the place</span> <span class="hps">(at least</span> <span class="hps">until I</span> <span class="hps">heard</span> <span class="hps">a song</span> <span class="hps">similar to</span> <span class="hps">the one of Rafiki in The </span><span class="hps">Lion King</span> joining the one of the <span class="hps">Smashing</span> <span class="hps">Pumpkins that</span> <span class="hps">I was hearing</span> <span class="hps">with</span> <span class="hps">my Ipod</span>. <span class="hps">Then</span> <span class="hps">I noticed</span> <span class="hps">a gentleman</span> <span class="hps">who wandered</span> <span class="hps">with</span> <span class="hps">a suspicious move</span>, and <span class="hps">I decided</span> <span class="hps">it was time to</span> <span class="hps">go home</span>). <span class="hps">Wonderful</span> <span class="hps">sensations</span>.</span></div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Running</span> <span class="hps">in a</span> <span class="hps">dense</span> <span class="hps">cappuccino</span> <span class="hps">foam</span> <span class="hps">is magnificent</span>, <span class="hps">although it will be</span> <span class="hps">great to be</span> <span class="hps">running </span><span class="hps">in </span> <span class="hps">a normal and more comfortable way, after the</span> <span class="hps">perturbation</span><span class="">.</span> <span class="hps">(above</span>, the Parco <span class="hps">Sempione</span>)</span><br />
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Above it was 7am and it was snowing (Monte Stella).<br />
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Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-35216352985405769292012-02-05T05:51:00.000-08:002012-04-22T10:13:26.661-07:00Running in...Budapest (3): up on the Gellért Hill<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Salire di corsa su <b>Gellert Hill </b>dal distretto del Tabán (il "quartiere dei cuoiai") è un buon allenamento per rinforzare le gambe, piuttosto faticoso se si è fuori allenamento ma comunque gestibile. L'eventuale sofferenza<br />
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Da qui la vista è impagabile: si vede tutta Budapest. <b> </b></div>
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<b>Consiglio:</b> scegliete un giorno di sole, con un bel cielo sgombro e limpido. A primavera i giardini lungo il percorso sono meravigliosamente in fiore.</div>
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Run up on the <b>Gellért Hill</b> from the district of Tabán (the "District of tanners") is a good workout to strengthen your legs, pretty hard, if you are out of practice, but still manageable. Any suffering is compensated by the landscape, more and more beautiful as we go, with a look at the monument of Gellért and the last part up to the Citadel. <b>Sagredo Szent Gellért</b>, known simply as Gellért (Gerard) was an Italian bishop probably of Basque origin that, in the years One thousand was sent from Venice to Budapest, in what was then the Kingdom of Hungary, where he played an important role in land conversion to Christianity. According to some sources he would have martyred 24 September 1046 on today homonymous hill, whiter according to a widely spread legend he would have been rolled down the hill from the pagan insurgents locked in a barrel. In short, he died on that hill, somehow. The statue is very big and I like the expressiveness of its characters, not always obvious in Hungarian monuments, even in those sacred. Going on we get to the top where apparently were held the <b>witches' sabbaths</b>. Now, we have the <b>Citadel</b>, built by the Austrian Habsburg empire in the days after the Hungarian uprisings of 1848-49, that they repressed. Outside the walls, a statue of Liberation, a woman holding high the palm of victory, built by the Russians after the liberation of Budapest from the Nazis by the Red Army. One of the few Soviet monuments that had not been dismantled and stored in the Museum of Statues (located just outside the city by taking the road under the Gellért). From here the view is priceless: you see the entire Budapest. </div>
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<b>Tip</b>: Choose a sunny day, with a beautiful clear sky. In spring the gardens along the route are beautifully in bloom. </div>
</div>Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-5618542479874066392012-02-04T08:43:00.000-08:002012-04-22T10:13:42.183-07:00Running in...Budapest (2): the run of bridges<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Vuoi provare un'esperienza unica e indimenticabile? Alzati presto in una bella giornata, dal cielo limpido e azzurro, ben pulito dalle nuvole. Spero davvero che abbiate<br />
<a name='more'></a> la fortuna di stare a Budapest in dei giorni soleggiati. La città si svela nella sua bellezza mozzafiato quando le nuvole sono in vacanza.</div>
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Di solito la mattina vado a correre troppo presto per cogliere questo aspetto, essendo ancora buio. Nel fine settimana, al contrario, ci vado troppo tardi e la folla mi distrae. Una domenica, invece, mi sono svegliata alle otto dopo poche ore di sonno, ansiosa di muovermi e quella che avrebbe dovuto essere una semplice corsa si è trasformata in un ricordo indelebile. Solo e unicamente per quanto era bella la città dove mi svegliavo ogni giorno.</div>
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Potete creare <b>il vostro percorso personale</b>, partendo dal vostro alloggio e raggiungendo il Danubio.</div>
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La mia <b>proposta</b>, comunque è questa:</div>
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- dal lato Pest, andate al <b>Lagymanyosi Híd</b> (il ponte rosso, che ha da poco cambiato nome) per fare un bel lungo o dal ponte Szabadság (quello verde, vicino al mercato centrale) per un allenamento medio;</div>
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- partite dal ponte che volete, dirigendovi a <b>Buda</b>;</div>
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- godetevi la vista;</div>
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- la collina di Gellért, la chiesa nella roccia, il ponte Elisabetta, il ponte delle catene, il castello, il Parlamento e, sempre, il Danubio. Una sequenza che farà passare i minuti fin troppo alla svelta. </div>
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Alla fine arriverete all'<b>isola Margherita</b>. Io a questo punto mi faccio un giro dell'isola e poi prendo il tram per rincasare. Altre volte ho invece proseguito verso <b>Óbuda</b>, ma a questo punto il lungo diventa lunghissimo, vi avverto. </div>
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Do you wanna live something unique and unforgettable? Wake up early in a beautiful day, with a clean, light-blue sky. This is important: I really hope that you'll stay in Budapest when it's sunny. The city show is breath-taken beauty when the clouds are on vacation.</div>
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You can create your own way, starting from your accomodation and reaching the river.</div>
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- On the Pest side, go to the Lagymanyosi Bridge for a long run, or to the Petofi Bridge for a medium one or to the Szabadság Bridge (close to the central market) for a regular sport session;</div>
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- Start running on the bridge you choose and reach the Buda side;</div>
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- The Gellert Hill, the church in the rock, the Elizabeth bridge, the Chain Bridge, the Parliament, the Castle...and, always, the Danube...this sequence will entertain you. You'll feel alive, pure, happy.</div>
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Then, if you want, you can reach the Margit Sziget, run a lap and go home...BY TRAM!</div>
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Correndo sull'Isola Margherita (nella foto, l'area verde oltre al
ponte), ufficialmente il posto dove "si va a correre" a Budapest,
potreste chiedervi il motivo del suo nome. Penso che troverete ancora
più stimolante la vostra corsa in questo piccolo polmone verde nel cuore
della città dopo averne scoperto l'<b>affascinante storia</b>. </div>
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Margit (Margherita) era una <b>principessa</b></div>
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kyraly-lany, da kyraly - re e lany - ragazza), vissuta nel 13esimo
secolo. Dopo l'invasione dei mongoli, il padre di Margit, re Béla IV,
costruì un monastero domenicano sull'isola.<br />
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Il re fece un voto: promise di
mandare sua figlia in convento se i mongoli fossero rientrati presto
nelle loro terre e avesse potuto ricostruire la sua città, devastata dal
loro saccheggio. E così fece. Margit <b>morì</b> nel monastero nel 1270, molto
sola e triste. I resti della struttura sono ancora visibili e aperti al
pubblico: potete visitarli correndo sulla strada che attraversa
centralmente l'isola. </div>
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Usate
lo spazio, <b>esplorate</b> l'isola, almeno le prime volte che vi correte.
Dopo potete anche limitarvi al tracciato da running, ottimo per le
caviglie essendo morbido, ma all'inizio divertitevi a dare un'occhiata a
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Una <b>curiosità</b>: nel Medioevo, l'isola era la riserva di caccia
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While running in the island, officialy the most "runningable" place to run in Budapest, where to meet all the local professional runners, you could wonder why it's call Margit. You'll find even more captivating this sport experience after knowing <b>the real history</b> of this piece of land: it's very fashinating!</div>
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Margit was a<b> princess</b> (kyraly-lan, in Hungaryan, from kiraly - king and lany - girl), lived in the 13th century. After the Mongol invasion, Margit's father, the king (kiraly) Béla IV, built a domenican nunnery in the island.<br />
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King Béla made a <b>vow</b>: he promised to send her daughter in a domenican convent if the Mongols would fastly go back to their country and he could rebuilt his city, devasted by the Mongols. So he did. Margit died in the convent in 1270, very sad and lonely. Now you can still see and visit freely the rest of the convent. You can find it running in the street that cross the island in the middle.</div>
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Use the space. Explore all the island, don't miss the beauty running only on its perfet path.</div>
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A <b>curiosity</b>: in the Middle Age, the island was the royal hunting reserve and it was known as the Island of Rabbits (Nyulak Sziget, nyul-rabbit)</div>Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-65479236027258152062012-02-01T09:28:00.000-08:002012-04-22T10:14:44.863-07:00Running in Budapest - Where<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Inizio questo blog con la città dove più mi diverto a correre. Amo <b>Budapest</b>, dove ho vissuto per circa tre splendidi anni (2008-2011) e dove vado ogni volta che posso. Non ho intenzione di spiegarvi perchè DOVETE visitare la capitale ungherese, questo non è il posto per dedicarsi a qualcosa che potete trovare in decine di riviste, guide e siti Internet. Anche perchè basta dare uno sguardo a qualche foto del Danubio che attraversa e divide Buda da Pest per capire che vale la pena di andare a vederla dal vivo (e di viverci...).</div>
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Quello che mi preme indicarvi sono le migliori alternative per <b>correre </b>a Budapest.</div>
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1 - <b>Margit Sziget</b> (Isola Margherita): un'isola verde in mezzo al Duna (Danubio), equipaggiata con un perimetro morbido di 5km per la corsa e uno spogliatoio (a pagamento) con doccia. Puoi correre tutto intorno per goderti un panorama unico: il Parlamento e la Basilica sul alto Pest, il Castello a Buda e, di sera, le luci sul fiume...Correndo invece all'interno troverai uno zoo, monumenti, le rovine di una chiesa, un parco di fiori, un laghetto con le ninfee e molto altro...Qui non ti sentirai mai solo: è sempre pieno di runner dal mattino presto fino a tarda sera. </div>
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La mia serie di post su Budapest si arricchirà con un post sulle maratone che si corrono in questa città e con qualche ghiotto consiglio sul cosa mangiare nella vostra vacanza.<br />
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I love Budapest, where I lived for three years by myself and where I fly everytime that I can.</div>
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I'm not going to explain you why you MUST visit the capital of Hungary, this isn't the place to do something that you can find in tons of magazines, websites and guides. Also because it's enought to look at some pictures of the Danube that cross and divide Buda and Pest to be sure: it worths to travel there (and to live...).</div>
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1 - Margit Sziget: a green island in the middle of the Danube, furbished with a 5 km soft path to run and a place to change and have your shower. You can run the perimeter and enjoy the unique view: the Parliament on the Pest side, the Castle of Buda, the river with all the magic lights...and on the place itself you'll find a zoo, monuments, a ruined church and marvellous gardens. Enought?</div>
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My Budapest's series will be enriched with a post about local marathons and one with some tasty tips on what to eat during your vacation here.</div>
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Con i miei amici "<b>milanesi</b>" (uno doc più due siciliani) nel weekend sono stata per la prima volta a <b>Verona</b>, alloggiando in un hotel**** a Castel D'Azzano, a 8 km dalla città. Il sabato sera, dopo la visita della città di cui potete vedere alcuni scatti, ci siamo divertiti nella piscina con sauna: era tutto per noi! <b>Domenica mattina</b> sveglia verso le sette<br />
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Che bello, mi ricorda il lungarno e le mie corse a Firenze! Rientriamo e tentiamo di trovare la strada giusta. Risultato: ci <b>perdiamo </b>nella zona industriale, tra capannoni e fabbriche. Chiediamo indicazioni a destra e a manca, incalzati dall'avvicinarsi della fine dell'orario della colazione in albergo. La <b>colazione</b> è la cosa che preferisco dello stare in hotel, perderla sarebbe un peccato. Senza contare che il clima non è tanto piacevole da stare fuori con gli abiti zuppi di sudore. Finalmente ce la facciamo e, complice la super-car di Davide, arriviamo in tempo per colazionare con i nostri amici. Mai thè caldo fu più gradito!</div>
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Thanks to an unfortunate case, a friend who booked a night in there and then got sick, we stayed in <span class="hps">a hotel</span> <span class="hps">****</span> <span class="hps">in Castel</span> <span class="hps">D'Azzano</span>, 8 km far <span class="hps">from the city</span>. On Saturday evening we enjoyed the swimming pool and the sauna all for us! <span class="hps">Sunday morning</span> <span class="hps">me and Davide wake up</span> <span class="hps">around seven</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps atn">(</span>the Milanese <span class="hps">DOC</span>), with <span class="hps">a temperature </span><span class="hps">around</span> <span class="hps">-5 °</span> <span class="hps">C</span> <span class="hps">to explore</span> <span class="hps">the city streets</span> <span class="hps">running</span>. <span class="hps">Both me and</span> <span class="hps">Davide</span> <span class="hps">had forgotten</span> <span class="hps">important accessories</span> <span class="hps atn">(</span>I left home my <span class="hps">running</span> <span class="hps">jacket</span>, he his t-<span class="hps">shirt and</span> <span class="hps atn"></span>his windbreak), <span class="hps">and we headed</span> <span class="hps">to Verona</span> <span class="hps">in the car with</span> <span class="hps">two unlikely</span> <span class="hps">outfits</span><span class="hps"> between</span> <span class="hps">the pajamas</span> <span class="hps">and the</span> <span class="hps">"grandmother</span> <span class="hps">of</span> <span class="hps">the country style"</span> <span class="hps atn">(</span><span class="hps">flowered scarves</span> <span class="hps">and wool</span> <span class="hps">caps</span>). <span class="hps"></span>We <span class="hps">parked</span> <span class="hps">in front of</span> <span class="hps">a gym</span> <span class="hps">with the creative</span> <span class="hps">name of</span> <span class="hps"></span>"<span class="hps">Hello Fit</span><span class="hps"></span>!" and <span class="hps">proceed</span> <span class="hps">straight</span> <span class="hps">for</span> <span class="hps">about 5 km</span> <span class="hps">to the center</span>. <span class="hps">We turned</span> <span class="hps">around</span> <span class="hps">the Arena</span>, <span class="hps">under the walls</span> <span class="hps">and along</span> <span class="hps">the Adige</span>. <span class="hps">How nice</span>, it <span class="hps">reminded me of</span> <span class="hps"></span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">the Lungarno</span> <span class="hps">in Florence</span> and my runs in there! <span class="hps">At the time to go back we</span> <span class="hps">tryed to</span> <span class="hps">find the right way</span>. <span class="hps">Result</span>: <span class="hps">we got lost</span> <span class="hps">in the industrial area</span>, between <span class="hps">warehouses and</span> <span class="hps">factories</span>. <span class="hps">We ask</span> <span class="hps">directions</span> <span class="hps">to anybody</span>, compelled <span class="hps">by the approach of</span> <span class="hps">the end</span> <span class="hps">time</span> <span class="hps">of breakfast in the</span> <span class="hps">hotel.</span> <span class="hps">Breakfast is</span> <span class="hps">my favorite thing</span> <span class="hps">of staying</span> <span class="hps">at the hotel</span>, <span class="hps">would be a shame</span> <span class="hps">to lose it</span>. <span class="hps">Not to mention that</span> <span class="hps">the weather</span> wasn't ideal<span class="hps"> to</span> <span class="hps">be out</span> <span class="hps">with clothes</span> <span class="hps">drenched</span> <span class="hps">in sweat</span>. <span class="hps">Finally</span> <span class="hps">we made it</span> <span class="hps">and</span>, thanks to the <span class="hps">super</span><span class="">-car</span> <span class="hps">of Davide</span>, <span class="hps">we arrived</span> <span class="hps">in time</span> <span class="hps">for breakfast</span> <span class="hps">with our</span> <span class="hps">friends</span>. <span class="hps">H</span><span class="hps">ot tea</span> <span class="hps">has</span> never ever been so<span class="hps"> welcome</span>d!</span></div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en">In pills, running for me is:<br /><br /> <span class="hps">- inspiration</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">ideas</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">optimism</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">mental organization</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">fortification</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">thermal equilibrium</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">dynamic</span><br /> <span class="hps">- balance</span> <span class="hps atn">(</span><span class="">of all kinds)</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">socialization</span> <span class="hps">(running</span> <span class="hps">in the company</span> <span class="hps">is nice)</span><br /> <span class="hps">-</span> <span class="hps">a different way of</span> <span class="hps">exploring</span> <span class="hps">new places</span></span><br />
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</div>Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-20464246950672908782012-01-11T06:04:00.000-08:002017-10-28T17:21:14.843-07:00Schizzi di corsa - Running sketches<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ho aiutato una signora stamani, mentre correvo.<br />
Un gesto da niente, l'ho solo aiutata a fare una salita ripida, alleggerendola dal peso delle borse.<br />
In
cambio ho ricevuto un dono sproporzionato allo sforzo.<br />
<a name='more'></a>Un sorriso
accorato. Ho percepito l'amore di quella donna entrarmi nel cuore e mi
ha riscaldato più della combustione di ossigeno della corsa.<br />
Sono
attimi di raro contatto con le persone, perchè la domenica mattina prima
delle dieci molte città sono davvero addormentate. Budapest, di solito,
ha i postumi della sbornia di una serata finita alle sei.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlPT57ODHFMxoLmKtxzWL7MQef8lUR2QIeAbYRSZSVqcgWym2QusmgYz3K9zeB2H2dee1IXYdMQrv7XP5PDyxEWbm7tzrmaFuWryIL47eLSd_fqzDxh4YTsIWh7AWwoiSF3OieHUMPwA/s1600/DSCN1095.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533834392426098690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlPT57ODHFMxoLmKtxzWL7MQef8lUR2QIeAbYRSZSVqcgWym2QusmgYz3K9zeB2H2dee1IXYdMQrv7XP5PDyxEWbm7tzrmaFuWryIL47eLSd_fqzDxh4YTsIWh7AWwoiSF3OieHUMPwA/s320/DSCN1095.JPG" style="float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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Un
episodio che si associa a quello analogo di una settimana fa, all'isola
Margit, splendido parco in mezzo al Danubio dove correre è sempre un
piacere. Quella volta mi ero prodigata ancora di meno, dato che la
signora in questione voleva solo un'informazione. "Dov'è il Grand
Hotel?" mi ha chiesto in un inglese dall'accento tanto perfetto quanto
cordiale. Le ho spiegato come raggiungerlo e lei mi ha guardato con
occhi quasi lacrimevoli, per poi chiedermi quanto tempo ci avrebbe messo
ad arrivarci. Le ho chiesto di seguirmi, sperando di non fare una delle
solite colossali figuracce. "Ma stiamo andando dalla parte <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjD72-JtGX87Was1xlY3QTZd6yaXB3QIlb6qctPYCVH_rySUrhr7UMadrHvLBzjYvBF4DDUpAYuHfsHKfPOyUeZ-hqnLhDcM6DxF1SCQWAEI1cUTE3SgM5OOOR7QhEE0sumtQWzOftFE/s1600/DSCN1120.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533834950472110482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjD72-JtGX87Was1xlY3QTZd6yaXB3QIlb6qctPYCVH_rySUrhr7UMadrHvLBzjYvBF4DDUpAYuHfsHKfPOyUeZ-hqnLhDcM6DxF1SCQWAEI1cUTE3SgM5OOOR7QhEE0sumtQWzOftFE/s320/DSCN1120.JPG" style="float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a>opposta,
no?" ha considerato lei, incamminandosi lo stesso dietro di me. L'ho
portata ai bagni pubblici. "Oooh" ha fatto lei con quel suo fare da Thé
delle Cinque, facendomi ridere di gusto. Del resto, tra donne ci si
capisce. Di nuovo la sua gratitudine è stata eccessiva, anche se più
sbrigativa. Si capisce, data l'urgenza.<br />
Due momenti semplici, ma di
grande dolcezza. Ricordi che riaffiorano e si lasciano accarezzare,
finalmente. Sai com'è brutto quando invece di viverli li scansi? Lo so
che lo sai. Ricordi e determinazione. Ci credo e ci crederò, che
comunque vada il cuore resterà caldo. </div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">I helped</span> <span class="hps">a lady</span> <span class="hps">this morning</span>,<span class="hps"> during my training.</span><br /> <span class="hps">A very tiny gesture indeed</span>, I just <span class="hps">helped</span> her <span class="hps">to go up a</span> <span class="hps">steep climb</span>, <span class="hps">relieving her from,</span> <span class="hps">the weight</span> <span class="hps">of some</span> <span class="hps">bags she was carrying</span>.<br /> <span class="hps">In return</span> <span class="hps">I</span> <span class="hps">received</span> <span class="hps">a gift</span> <span class="hps">out of proportion</span> <span class="hps">to the effort</span>. <span class="hps">A</span> <span class="hps">heartfelt</span> <span class="hps">smile</span>. <span class="hps">I</span> <span class="hps">felt</span> <span class="hps">the love of</span> <span class="hps">the woman</span> <span class="hps">enter my</span> <span class="hps">heart and</span> <span class="hps">I</span> <span class="hps">warmed up</span> <span class="hps">more</span> <span class="hps">oxygen</span> <span class="hps">than during a fast run</span><span class="hps"></span>.<br /> <span class="hps">There are</span> <span class="hps">rare</span> <span class="hps">moments of</span> <span class="hps">contact with</span> <span class="hps">people</span>, <span class="hps">because</span> <span class="hps">on Sunday</span> <span class="hps">morning before</span> <span class="hps">ten generally</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">cities</span> <span class="hps">are almost complitely </span><span class="hps">asleep</span>. <span class="hps">Budapest</span>, <span class="hps">usually</span>, <span class="hps">has</span> <span class="hps">a hangover</span> <span class="hps">of an evening</span> <span class="hps">ended</span> <span class="hps">at six a.m.</span><br /><br /> <span class="hps">An episode that</span> <span class="hps">is associated with</span> <span class="hps">a similar one</span> that occurred me <span class="hps">a week ago</span> in <span class="hps">Margit</span> <span class="hps">Island</span>, a </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlPT57ODHFMxoLmKtxzWL7MQef8lUR2QIeAbYRSZSVqcgWym2QusmgYz3K9zeB2H2dee1IXYdMQrv7XP5PDyxEWbm7tzrmaFuWryIL47eLSd_fqzDxh4YTsIWh7AWwoiSF3OieHUMPwA/s1600/DSCN1095.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533834392426098690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlPT57ODHFMxoLmKtxzWL7MQef8lUR2QIeAbYRSZSVqcgWym2QusmgYz3K9zeB2H2dee1IXYdMQrv7XP5PDyxEWbm7tzrmaFuWryIL47eLSd_fqzDxh4YTsIWh7AWwoiSF3OieHUMPwA/s320/DSCN1095.JPG" style="float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en">beautiful <span class="hps">park in</span> <span class="hps">the middle of the</span> <span class="hps">Danube, where</span> <span class="hps">running is</span> <span class="hps">always a pleasure</span>. <span class="hps">That time</span> <span class="hps">I had</span> <span class="hps">lavished</span> <span class="hps">even less</span>, <span class="hps">since the</span> <span class="hps">lady in question</span> <span class="hps">just wanted</span> <span class="hps">information</span>. <span class="hps atn">"</span>Where is the <span class="hps">Grand</span> <span class="hps">Hotel</span>?" she<span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">asked in an</span><span class="hps"> English</span> <span class="hps">as perfect as</span> <span class="hps">friendly</span>. <span class="hps">I explained</span> her <span class="hps">how to get there</span>. S<span class="hps">he</span> <span class="hps">looked at me with</span> a pair of almost tearful <span class="hps">eyes</span><span class="hps"></span>, <span class="hps">and then</span> she <span class="hps">ask</span> <span class="hps">how long</span> <span class="hps">it would take</span> <span class="hps">to</span> <span class="hps">get there.</span> <span class="hps">I asked her</span> <span class="hps">to follow me</span>, <span class="hps">hoping not to</span> <span class="hps">make a</span> <span class="hps">colossal</span> <span class="hps">fool</span> <span class="hps">how it's usual for me</span>. <span class="hps atn">"</span>But <span class="hps">we're</span> <span class="hps">going</span> <span class="hps">in the opposite direction</span><span class="">, right?</span><span class="">"</span> <span class="hps">she noticed</span><span class="hps"></span>, walking <span class="hps">behind me</span><span class="hps"></span>. <span class="hps">I took her</span> <span class="hps">to the public toilets</span>. <span class="hps atn">"</span>Oooh," <span class="hps">did</span> <span class="hps">she</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">with her</span> </span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">"five o'clock tea tone"</span>, <span class="hps">making me</span> <span class="hps">laugh out loud</span>. <span class="hps"></span>Among <span class="hps">women,</span> <span class="hps">we understand</span> our needs. <span class="hps">Again, the</span> <span class="hps">gratitude</span> <span class="hps">was too big,</span> <span class="hps">though more</span> <span class="hps">rapid</span>. <span class="hps">It is understandable</span>, <span class="hps">given the urgency</span>.</span></div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><br /> <span class="hps">Two</span> <span class="hps">simple moments</span>, <span class="hps">but of huge</span> <span class="hps">sweetness.</span> <span class="hps">Memories that</span> <span class="hps">resurfaces and let you</span> <span class="hps">caress</span><span class="hps"> them.</span> <span class="hps">You know</span> <span class="hps">how ugly</span> <span class="hps">when in stead of living them you try toput them in a corner?</span> <span class="hps">I know</span> <span class="hps">you know</span>. <span class="hps">Memories</span> <span class="hps">and determination</span>. <span class="hps"></span></span></div>
Clàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13632378194977283135noreply@blogger.com0Budapest, Ungheria47.4984056 19.040757847.3267646 18.7249008 47.6700466 19.356614800000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042550438204396523.post-856268264332227712011-12-29T08:39:00.000-08:002012-04-22T10:26:44.996-07:00Running in Budapest: food<div style="text-align: justify;">
I runner sono delle forchette complicate: abbiamo bisogno di una buona scelta di frutta e verdura fresca, non mangiamo (nella vita quotidiana) troppo e tendiamo ad evitare il cibo-spazzatura dei fast-food o gli alimenti molto grassi. Ci sono cibi che molti corridori amano particolarmente e che fanno parte della loro dieta abituale: yogurt, riso bianco, bresaola, carni bianche, gamberi, fiocchi di latte, ricotta...non tutti questi prodotti sono sempre disponibili, non ovunque almeno! Ho vissuto per anni in Ungheria e...orrore...<br />
<a name='more'></a>lì la Fage non distribuisce il suo famoso yogurt greco colato! Come sopravvivere? Dopo oltre un anno, a Budapest è arrivato, in alcuni supermercati, una sorta di yogurt greco. La differenza con quello autentico è abissale, ma un surrogato ogni tanto mi ha aiutato a sopportare l'astinenza da quello vero.</div>
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Per quanto possiamo essere pazzi, ehm intendevo accorti, noi runner ci divertiamo anche a provare menù diversi e così ho fatto in <b>Ungheria</b>, Paese noto per la sua cucina ricca e pesante. Ok, siamo onesti, non ho mai mangiato la loro carne fritta (col terrore che usassero lo strutto nella cottura) e nemmeno tanti enormi piatti pieni di qualsiasi cosa cresca, fermenti o cammini su quel fazzoletto di terra. Per una questione di gusti anche i vari dolci mille-creme ricoperti di panna non sono mai entrati a contatto con le mie delicate papille gustative e tantomeno la Dobos, amatissima torta in cui a strati di cacao si alterna cacao, il tutto ricoperto da...crema di cacao. Ho però individuato una serie di ricette che amo e che non hanno mi hanno mai appesantito nella mia vita da runner.</div>
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1 - <b>Rétes</b>: questo sottile strudel non ha un alto contenuto calorico come quelli tirolesi o austriaci. Si tratta solo di una pasta molto fine, ripiena di mele e noci, o ciliegie, o ricotta locale (túró) con marmellata di albicocche o ancora in versione salata (tra cui spopola quella al cavolo, ma ci sono anche con gli spinaci, di pollo etc). Personalmente amo quello classico, alle mele, ma, al momento dell'acquisto, sono sempre indecisa: anche alle ciliegie è pazzesco! Questo squisito dessert (ottimo anche per colazione) è fatto in casa dalle nonne ungheresi, che arrotolano la sfoglia in un lenzuolo! <br />
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2 - <span class="st"><b>Túró Rudi </b>- la barretta al cioccolato definitiva: sì. ho detto che mangio solo cibo salutare e non mi piace il junk food. Il Túró Rudi, però, non è da assimilare ai vari Mars, Twister e Bounty...Col suo ripueno di túró, un formaggio fresco e leggero vagamente simile alla ricotta, e la sua croccante copertura al cioccolato, lo snack dalla confezione a pois non lede alla salute! Se al primo assaggio può deludere, al secondo incuriosce e attenti perchè al terzo conquista. Da qui in poi sarete automaticamente dipendenti! Si conserva in frigo, per questo è la cosa di cui gli ungheresi sentono di più la mancanza quando sono all'estero! </span><br />
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Quello in dimensione normale è sotto alle 100 calorie, ma molto energetico. Mi ha salvato la vita in più di un'occasione durante dei lunghi mattutini a digiuno divenuti troppo lunghi per uno stomaco vuoto. Sull'orlo dello svenimento, una macchinetta o un gabbiozzo fornito di questa piccola delizia possono rimettervi in carreggiata! :)<br />
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E per i vegetariani? Tanta verdura, frutta e...alternative varie (io mangio carne, ma adoro tofu, seitan etc e ho imparato a cucinarli proprio a Budapest, dove in genere si trova questo della Toffini):<br />
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Runners are complicated for eating. We need of a good variety of
fresh fruit and vegetables, we don't eat too much and we tend to stay
away from junk food. There are products that are particularly beloved by
runners, such as yogurt, plain rice, bresaola, chiken, prawns...not
always available everywhere!<br />
But we also enjoy trying and so I did
in Hungary, a country famous for its rich and fat kitchen. I, to be
honest, did not try the fried meat, the huge and full of everything
soups, the multi-chocolate cake (dobos torta), but I found a series of
recipes that I just love.<br />
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1 - <b>Rétes</b>:
this thiny strudel is noth as high in calories as the one made in Tirol
or in Austria. Just a very thin pasta (fillo) and inside....apples with
nuts, cherries, cottage cheese or marmalade. And it's also plenty of
salty alternative. I love the classic one, with apples and the cherries
one as well. It's homemade, preparred by old Hungarian grandmothers
using a sheet to rool the dough<br />
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2 - <span class="st"><b>Túró Rudi </b>-
the ultimate chocolate-bar: yes, I sayd I like healty food. This is not
comparable with Mars, Bounty etc...This traditional snack is fulfilled
with Túró, a light cheese similar to ricotta, and covered with
chocolate. Delicious, after you tried a couple of times you're
automatically addicted! (I disliked it at the first bite!). It must be
keep in the fridge, so it's the thing that all the Hungarians miss the
most when they are out of their country!</span><br />
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<span class="st">The regular one is under 100 calories but very energetic: it saved me more than once during very long running sessions! </span><br />
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ok, this time I'm not sure about the calories amount, but I used to
choose this dish every time I went to the restaurant and I never put on
wheight! :-) It's the local crepes (or pancakes how the Hungarian
translate it, but it's different from American pancakes!) with inside a
chicken stew, cover with a thick paprika sauce. To lick one's chops!<br />
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