Rifondazione Podistica, la mia società di appartenenza, compie tre lustri di età. L’immagine che vedete l’ho fatta per la torta commemorativa (buonissima), ed è stata stampata su due A4 di glassa di zucchero. – Rifondazione Podistica (my team) was born 15 years ago. I made this image for the birthday cake, it was printed on an icing sugar surface.
Terza tappa della Corri per il Verde in una terra di nessuno chiamata Parco delle Sabine. Una giornata fredda e grigia, ma ci risparmiano la pioggia. Avrei potuto fare di meglio, ma il freddo ti fa tirare automaticamente i remi in barca… – Another “Run for green” race in tne outskirts of northern Rome. Gray and cold weather, fortunately no rain…
Under a leaden sky…
In the outskirts of northern Rome I ran the third stage of “Run for green”
Uncultivated fields, a manege, a highway ramp…
I dress in the gazebo. Some tasks would be easier at home…
There is also Walter Serra, the one that runs on the offshore rigs. At least he’s tanned…
I wear a Santa bonnet and anti-racism bracelet. “Watch out for Guerra 2!” Guerra one is my elder brother, he’s a top runner…
“Proportionally, he should be Guerra sixth…” is a team mate’s (Capizzi) sarcastical response…
I start close to the front line, but the track is narrow, and we get stuck the same…
Three laps, first downhill, the three steep ramps… Just to break the pace…
Rascal, my antagonist, leaves me behind. His real name is Gaglioppa, and not Gaglioffa (rascal), but I have the read proof switched on!
One of our best runners defends his placement by any means. I always draw him with angelic halo, but in fact demons are just fallen angels…
First lap in 8’40, then I give up… I end the 6km at a 4’30 pace…
It’s girl’s turn. Stefania burns a coloured athlet on the end line…
Another sarcastic comment: “You even wore the anti-racist bracelet…” In the meanwhile they steal her backpack…
What if the robber was noticed? Was he a good enough runner?
In the evening Rifondazione Podistica’s 15th birthday. A lot of shouting kids make me desire the solitude of the next race…
It turns out that Stefania’s backpack wasn’t stolen, a team mate just picked up the wrong one. “How come did you run with whip and latex underwear?”
In the same moment a windscreen was smashed and two bags stolen for real… Unless it’s another mistake…
