Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

Tag: livorno

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Giulia, Dani, Ada, Vivian, Anna, Fabio, Giallu, Martina, Mariana, mamma, babbo, Johannes, Mariam, Fatima, two random kids, Nele, Chloé, another random kid driving a yellow car in front of an elderly guy with funny socks. Santo Spirito, Livorno (and cacciucco), Lucca (and the Comics), San Miniato, Fiesole. 2015: join me for a very Tuscan Fall.

Parampampoli

I met Manuel in Novi Sad and we went running together. He was doing competitions then (it was 2009) and suggested that if I wanted to do the same I should stay away from alcohol, sleep regularly, and eat healthy. But then he also told me that his best race was the one he ran right after pulling an all-nighter. He concluded that at the end of the day there is no way we can fully control our human body.

I think of that story every time I am badly out of shape and still decide to embark in some kind of sport activity that is clearly beyond the reach of my limited physical possibilities. Which is something that happens more and more often. Last weekend I abruptly resolved to run the four-men relay of the Livorno marathon after a forced four-month stop from running due to several injuries to my right leg. I was out of shape, out of sleep, and definitely not on a alcohol-free diet. But, hey, I/we did it. Next time I should try the all-nighter and see what comes out of that.

We are the Parampampoli and one year after running the Firenze-Fiesole together we finished this 42K race in 3 hours and 13 minutes.

Unreal

Mindo, who is a huge basketball expert, showed me this video from the final match, Italian basketball championship 1989. This is the single most incredible story of Italian basketball.

Even more incredibly, just a few minutes after mayhem, the referees invalidated the final try, reversed the result and eventually assigned the championship to Milano. But they could not tell the people in the arena, who went on celebrating for about half an hour before getting to know the truth.