The finish line is just the start.

It was a sunny saturday. One of those saturdays that i have running training session in the mountain with my team.

The day before one of the girls of the team, that i really appreciate had a party in her apartment so we went to bed late.

I woke up, I dressed up running clothes and my asics trainers .My friend picked me up and we went together. We both were tired but as soon as we started with trainee we would finished and that was the goal, keep running even our strengths might weaken.

I started to feel tired and so slowly. Shit I thought I will not follow them but I kept their rhythm. We went up and down mountain hills and finally we did some running series with gradual speeds. Luckily after twenty minutes of running i started to feel good and i was faster than i thought in the begging. 

Soon training was done and I arrived home safely and ready to have a hot shower since morning running it is always unpleasantly cold.

Once I got out from the toilet, dried my hair and put my clothes on i should study GMAT now but...as i needed a break and some caprice for myself I had decided to change morning schedule. I would go shopping ha ha, so predictable? I make up my mind so fast;).

So i took the keys of my polo and turn my ipod on, the sun was shinning and there was plenty of people walking in the streets of my village. I like when I wake up pretty early i do sport and after that I see people starting their day while my day has already started a couple of hours ago. That's good and since i do this on weekends it is even better.

I parked my car not in the perfect way but what police expect in the centre?  anyway i didn't get any fee, lucky me! :P

I got in, as others times I needed new trainers for street and trail running so i got them both.

I really believe that after some ending there is another start right beyond. So here is my start. Keeping active and chasing my dreams.