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Terceira Ultramaratona do Cirio em 2015, realizada entre os municipios de castalnhal e Belem, misturando esporte de alta perormance e religiosidade e uma prova. Prova dura, mesmo sendo quase totalmente noturna, devido ao clima quente e umido da regiao equatorial em que e realizada. Um ponto peculiar da prova e ser realizada na antevespera do Cirio de Nossa Senhora de Nazara em Belem fazendo com que os competidores misturem-se aos inumeros romeiros que lotam o acostamento da rodovia BR-316, onde e realizada a maior parte da prova. Os varios postos de apoio aos romeiros podem ser utilizados pelos competidores para se hidratar, alimentar e ate descansar ou receber uma massagem. A chegada da prova acontece na Praca Santuario, em Frente a Basilica de Nazare, onde o competidor pode novamente misturar-se aos fieis e agradecer suas bencaos junto a Padroeira dos Paraenses.Minha prova foi bastante dura e penosa, mais do que eu esperava. A largada foi no Cristo Redentor de Castanhal, lugar bonito na entrada da cidade. Desde o inicio um dos parceiros de treino, o George, foi minha dupla durante a prova. Os primeiros 20 kilometros foram rodados dentro de castanhal, em um trajeto circular que tem algumas subidas de pouca ou moderada inclinacao, porem com o calor umido ainda brutal das 17h nesta regiao equatorial, acabaram por me desidratar precocemente, mesmo tendo mantido uma ingesta hidrica habitual; passar pelo Cristo novamente apos mais de 2:30h ficou bem abaixo das minhas expectativas e foi somente uma prova das dificuldades que essa prova impoe.Largar novamente pensando ainda nos 70km em linha reta que teria que fazer, me faziam perguntar se realmente eu daria conta do recado. Desde o comeco George nao deixava o animo esmorecer dizendo que so chegariamos juntos ou nenhum dos dois chegaria.Minha equipe de apoio, meu irmao Cleyvismar, ou Vivinho, como prefiro meu colega da briosa PMPA Gilmar Cavalcante foram incansaveis em nos apoiar, mantendo sempre a via iluminada com o veiculo, nos oferecendo liquidos e alimentos, alem de correr ao nosso lado quando precisava-mos.Tivemos um ritmo razoavel ate o quilometro 30, quando comecamos a parar bastante pelas dores e cansaco, tendo ate que tomar alguns analgesicos para aliviar as dores. Depois decidimos fazer um intervalo fixo de ritmo de 5minutos a 7-8min/km e um minuto caminhando. Era o que conseguiamos fazer e a partir dai a meta comecou a parecer possivel, mas muito distante. A partir dai o amigo Gilmar decidiu correr junto conosco uma boa parte da prova, sua intencao inicial era 21km.Nos arrastamos assim por um longo tempo e asim os quilometros passavam bem devagar. cada passo era quase calculado e contado para nos fazer deslocar para frente. Algumas vezes alguem parava de correr e comecava a caminhar e ai descobriamos que corriamos quase no ritmo da caminhada.Passamos assim por Americano, Santa Izabel, Benevides e Marituba. Neste ponto Gilmar ja havia corrido 42km ininterruptos ao nosso lado, e mais 7km ja corridos na primeira fase da prova. Pela primeira vez ele conseguiasuperar esta marca de maratonista, chegando ao 49km de corrida, um verdadeiro Ultramaratonista da Pipoca, rsrs,
tambem conhecido como o Pacer mais doidao da UC2015. Outros colegas tambem arrebentados como eu e o George riam de suas disparadas, sustos e piruetas na pista. Esse e o verdadeiro pacer, aquele que nao deixa o corredor cansar de correr, e sim de cansar de rir.Nos arrastamos assim por um longo tempo e tivemos que fazer paradas mais longas, intercalar corrida e caminhada. Era consolador saber que apesar de muito cansado nao senti nenhuma lesao que me impedisse de seguir. Com o sol ja nascendo na Av. almirante Barroso aceleramos o passo para chegar logo. E que chegada. O local sempre e especial, acredito que mesmo para quem nao e catolico, porque o clima de de fe, abnegacao e altruismo se espalha por aquelas calcadas, quando nos reunimos aos demais romeiros e visitantes da Basilica de Nazare. Receber aquela enorme e linda medalha, o abraco dos amigos e perceber que chegou inteiro nao tem preco. Depois, um momento de silencio e agradecimento dentro da Basilica, que foi muito especial pra mim em outro momento de superacao em minha vida: minha formatura no curso de medicina. Tambem foi um momento que definiu minha vida , nao somente minha profissao, pois ela me moldou como pessoa humana. So posso agradecer a N. S.ra de Nazare por me acompanhar nesta jornada.Depois de tudo,machucar em casa, tomar um banho de piscina, tomar cafe com as filhas e depois descansar.. Nao ha nada que pague.Obrigado a todos que me ajudaram a chegar ate aqui: minha esposa Liliane, que me apoia incondicionalmente, mesmo as vezes nao concordando com o enfoque que eu tenho das coisas, minhas filhas que toleram minha ausencia devido aos treinos, meus pais que sempre me incentivaram nas coisas boas, ao Adonis e Priscila que tem nos orientado com sucesso nesta jornada de treinos para o Ironman e para as ultramaratonas e nos proporcionaram esta maravilhosa prova, ao meu irmao Cleyvismar que sempre esta ao meu lado nestas aventuras, ao amigo George que desde os primeiros quilometros foi o parceirao da prova, ao amigo Cavalcante que topou o desafio de me ajudar e acabou se superando, e a todos aqueles que acreditam em mim, me incentivam e que sentem-se motivados pela minha experiencia.Ate o proximo desafio!
Fiquei muito grato e lisonjeado com a publicacao no Jornal da Unimed Belem, sobre minha participacao na Ultramaratona do Cirio 2015. Agradeco ao colega Robson Tadachi que nos incentivou neste desafio. Fiquei muito feliz ao receber minha classificacao no IM Age Group Ranking.Sabia que se continuasse competindo alcancaria uma meta, nao tao complicada quanto chegar a Kona, mas chegar ao Bronze Medal All World Athlete, que e a classificacao de faixa etaria do Ironman. So de completar um Ironman fiquei extasiado, ainda mais conseguir algo mais com a vida corrida que levo. Meus planos era tentar chegar ao IM Fortaleza ja com mais um ou dois IM70.3, o que me daria pontos suficientes para tal, mas infelizmente, por motivos pessoais precisei adiar este sonho. Espero nos proximos anos continuar esta vida de IM athlete, ter AWA Rank e com sorte (muita sorte tentar Kona). To view this email as a web page, go here.The IRONMAN 2015 race season is coming to a close. Please note: the age group rankings will freeze on December 31st, 2015. We will be announcing the 2016 IRONMAN All World Athletes during the first week of January!Please take the time to check your rankings and make sure everything is correct by December 15th. If you are missing a 2015 result, please email Age Group Rankings atagr@ironman.com.CLEYBISMAR'S IRONMAN DASHBOARDAGE GROUP: M35-39TRICLUB: COUNTRY: Brazil GLOBAL RANKCOUNTRY RANKAGE GROUP POINTSRACES COMPLETEDNEXT REGISTERED RACE503432025361--The 'upcoming races' section will not include 2016 races. This dashboard is specifically for the 2015 season.YOUR AGE GROUP: M35-39CURRENT OVERALL POINTS CUTOFF FOR AGE GROUPThree performances will count towards your 2016 IRONMAN All World Athlete Status. Ja fazem mais de 4 anos que nao faco nenhuma postagem neste blog, porque muita coisa aconteceu desde la: minha filha cacula nasceu em 2013 e com ela outro desafio bastante exigente surgiu em minha vida. Ser pai de duas meninas nao e nada facil, mas e uma experiencia para la de prazerosa. somos obrigados a repensar nossas atitudes, de mudar nossa posicao de aproveitar a vida para semear e regar novas vidas e isto consome tempo, dedicacao e ate nos de nos mesmos. ou seja, pouco tempo sobra para nos socializarmos, sair com os amigos, praticar esportes e ate coisas simples como ir ao cinema com a esposa ou ter um jantar romantico com o par de sua vida passa a ser um sonho quase impossivel... dormir uma noite inteirar sem acordar umas cinco a dez vezes e ficar acordado acalentando as bebes tirava-me do prumo e me levou a insonia.A corrida que ja vinha praticando com alguma frequencia, mas sem regularidade e sem planejamento comecou a tomar corpo apos encontrar um treinador para ajudar a encontrar este tempo e buscar novos desafios.Como ja andava de bicicleta e tinha alguma experiencias com distancias decidi, apos o nascimento da segunda filha, iniciar no triatlon e isto sera motivo de uma proxima postagem. Continuarei postando minhas experiencias, meus novos desafios e informacoes sobre triathlon, corrida, natacao e ciclismo.So posso dizer que essa cachaca e forte e exigente. Nos envolve de corpo e mente."mens
Revirando algumas coisas no computador encontrei este link com uma reportagem feita pelo Diario do Para em maio/2015 sobre nossa preparacao para o Ironman Florianopolis 2015. http://www.diarioonline.com.br/esporte/para/noticia-329653-paraenses-se-preparam-para-o-ironman.html Segundo Marcio Atalla, especialista em saude e bem-estar, sedentarismo provoca aumento de peso e, principalmente, perda de autonomia com o avanco da idadePrograma CBN Radio 50 mais: Vi recentemente este filme, indicado por uma lista da internet que nao vou me lembrar aqui, mas que procurei ate encontrar um site. Um filme com uma historia real, muito interessante sobre Milkha Singh, um filme biografico esportivo, em que o protagonista e um garoto indiano pobre, refugiado do Paquistao, que resolveu mudar de vida ao se apaixonar por uma moca que nao admitia que ele tivesse uma vida de ladrao de pequenos furtos que fazia. Ele decide contruir uma nova vida e a oportunidade surge com a entrada para o exercito indiano em que descobre seu talento para a corrida. Depois comeca a galgar postos com suas conquistas, chegando a varios recordes, podios em competicoes internacionais como os Jogos Asiaticos, da Commonwealth. Uma de suas derrotas mais marcantes foi nas Olimpiadas de 1960. Porem sua trajetoria e bem forte, mascada pelas perdas, pobreza e violencia, mas tambem pela vontade de virar o jogo e vencer na vida.O filme de Bolliwood e bem interssante com paisagens bem indianas e com aspectos bem locais como as dancas e estetica. A versao que vi tinha dublagem muito ruim, mas talvez o original em Hindi tambem nao seja tao simples, rsrs.Bom filme para quem gosta de filmes sobre esportes e superacao de obstaculos por seres humanos como nos.Links interessantesMilkha Singh - WikipediaBhaag Milkha Bhaag - WikipediaBhaag Milhka Bhaag - imdb.comTrailer do filmeRoma 1960 It's seems like theres a certain ease for we to get confused about some feelings. We confuse love with friendship, irony and reality, satisfaction with happiness. Sometimes the simple fact that a person is available, is sweet and willing to help, we have the impression that it may unfold in a love story. I think it is possible, but if not, it costs nothing bet on a strong friendship. But a friendship that which one really cares about the other. In which jokes are made, but no hurt is cultivated. A friendship that a simple hug represents thousand words of consolation and a simple smile represents more than another thousand words of thanks. How to distinguish irony of reality is really complicated. A slightly different intonation and the fight is done. We argue for so stupid reasons that it's almost impossible to believe in what actually occurred. Irony doesnt always work like we want or why, but sometimes it hurts, it can be even more painful than if the reality had been told at first time. At the time that we ironize something, we open the way for the imagination of the person who hears it to create a representation of what we meant, and believe me, the imagination can be very cruel. When we think of happiness usually comes to our mind the image of a smiling
person. This image is different from a person just satisfied. But the stranger in society is that it ends up being satisfied with little. It seems that when it reaches a certain satisfaction, it stops running after, like it has forgotten what truly is bliss. It's a bit annoying to go out and hear: "It is not what I wanted, but oh, okay, it is very labor continue ...". Stop the idea of giving up when there is so little to get where you want. After all, you dont want to come to an end with that question: "Would it have been different?" Love is caring, is to protect, you never forget. Friendship is having someone there to support you, even though the craziest situation you ever gotten, is knowing you have someone to share the past. Irony is a different way of looking at the world, its interesting I confess, but you have to know how to use it. Reality, well, reality is this whole mixture of feelings, decisions, relationships and events with which we will never get used to, just learn to deal with. Satisfaction is when we achieve something, but we know that something else can be done. And happiness is the simple fact that we can look around in all directions, and make sure we're exactly where we're supposed to be.
Open my eyesLook at the skyCant see anything not to make me cryThen I close them againLook inside my soulAnd I can find a just mine worldIts not that complicated,maybe bit overratedAnd I can be wrong or simply tryingto hold onStay up all night without a melodyto goRemember the times when everything wasso rightWake up in the morning with a hugesmileIts weird to feel this hope insidehereEven when the nobles hearts arescaredWinds bring me words That stole the sound of magicAnd make me laugh like a child inBrundswickRain falls apart and make merememberThe memories of a life that I dontknow howI had forgotten The wind enters through the blinds of my window. I invite him to come in, it's showed him the house and so I watch him going away again. I'm afraid to say that these were the fastest visits I've ever received. A simple kiss on my face and there he goes. Silent, fleeting, free. I can say that I miss him when heavy rains prevents him from waving at me. So I seek his presence looking at the leaves, arranged on the ground already, being dragged away. What really enchants me in all this gestures is that, though the wind involves me, he frees me. Although he doesn't want me to leave, he quiets down respectfully and wait my departure. When I realize, here he comes right after me, just making sure that everything will be okay. And when I wouldn't want him to leave me, I shall also give in to his desire to move forward. Sweet is our relationship. I think that it doesn't matter if we tell each other: "Do not worry about me." Obviously we will. As well as I will know something is wrong if he won't blow for a few days, he'll also know that something is not right about me if my window will be maintained closed for a long time. We live a life of missing each other, it is true, but nothing that a few minutes together won't make us forget. If these moments are done only sporadically, it's enough. Then I know that all between us can still be intense, because even if I'm not able to see him, I can still feel him. I know that life changes and so does our waysSometimes people stay and sometimes they just go awayBut even if no one understands, without even caring about the reasonStill let them go and remain alone with the illusionBut why do not we just stay equalContradicting all that society try to imposeShowing that we can get over much more than a simple torpor?I realize that the world revolves around certain idealsBut it's our consent to follow them or not as fundamental principlesHowever, the detail is no matter what we do, itll be indifferentBut the way we execute it, will remain forever I know that many sociologists dislike the term "evolution" because we would be comparing one nation with another, one belief to another and so on. But when we compare ourselves from years ago to ourselves
today, I think the term evolution would have his chance to be well used. In what do we base to see if we evolved? In our simple contentment with the person we are, with the person we became. When I was a little girl, many people would come to me and tell me I should fight for my rights. But when you're 4 years old, oh man, you not even think about what the hell this citizen is talking about. Then you finally get to that age when you use both full hands to show how old you are. In this time probably you're already on secondary school and that's where you figure out what all that random citizens have been telling you. It's really true that when young you may have your parents or any adult to protect you, to fight for you if some unfair fact occurs but, is it right to say they have solved your problem as you wanted to? When you make yourself this question, it's because it's the time for you to try to solve them. You may make some mistakes at first place, os course, but if it works, it is so nice to see that something happened to you because and just because you ran after it.
Recognition and charisma are two sentimental ghosts that should outflank us in any routine we decide to take. I believe that I learned this in a twenty-minute conversation I had with my great-uncle at a bus stop. For some reason, as soon as a child ran past us, he turned to me and said: - Young lady, close your eyes and let your imagination flow. Just listen. Think of all those grumpy people that pass beside you on the street and you may believe that it's not worth to smile. Maybe you also think that it's not worth to try, after all, not many got where they wanted to so why would you get there, right? You will have this thought until the day you wake up and it's with regret that you leave the covers and put the most comfortable and presentable clothing that you have to, then, face the rest of the day. You run to the bus stop, oh, you were late. By a twist of fate, the driver knows you and instead of just leaving, he waits for you. You think it's weird, but you thank him and sit on a bench on the left. When you get near to the service, you get off the bus and you realize you must pass through that newsstand that smells strongly as tobacco. Before moving on, you have the idea to cross the street just to avoid contact with the man who never greets you. The laziness, then, take its part and, hum, one newspaper's headline is kind of interesting. You czech your pockets and apparently there are some coins that have been the change of your coffee the day before. - I don't like coffee, Grandpa! You should know that a eleven year-old child do not drink coffee. - Payback of popsicles, then, okay!? Close your eyes again. Well, then grabs a copy of the newspaper and , with a sleepy face too exaggerated for a Thursday, you'll pay for it to Mr. smoker. My God ! He smiles at you, and what a surprise, his eyes are dark bright as you imagined to be in the ocean depths. You realize that you had never seen them. You smile back at him, a wry smile of gratitude for the journal and shame, because you have never tried to look at those eyes before. Walking a couple of blocks away, you enter the building in which you work and think about going straight to your department, without even saying "good morning" to the secretaries that are always in a strange constancy of sanding their nails. But the day has barely begun and have already surprised so much, so you wonder: what will happen if I greet them? Well, you just found out that you will go up in the elevator with a chocolate cookie in your hands. Since when they have these cookies? Already in your room, your reports assistant is waiting for you with an immense paperwork. You just smiles and say: - That's it for today? While she
grimaces and replies: - Are you all right? - Let's say that the world seems to be in my favor today. The auxiliary laughs and then tells you: - Or it's because they think it's strange to wear slippers with a social clothing. At this time, my great-uncle went silent. I waited for him to continue the narrative, but I looked to my side and he just watched me with a curious look. My face must have been funny because he just looked away to catch the bus fare in the moment it was coming as he said: - It's a metaphor, daughter. Maybe you're too small and I'm just an old senile, but what changed? The whole world, or you ? We took the bus and stopped thinking in the story. Two years later, my great-uncle left us, without explaining the metaphor to me, and now, four years later, I miss him and feel a tightness on my heart, because I think I understood the story only now and I wanted to be assured that slippers will be in my hands, one day.
habits, we get enchanted with some actions.In a trip, we have the oportunity to know the best and the worst of eachperson, what can be boring and annoying or maybe fun and interesting. Sometimes we meet different people. With some of them we geton very well since first sight, on the other hand, with some other, not even insecond or third sight. The best thing for being in another country is that nomatter what you do or how embaressed you get, therell be always that sentenceto save you: Oh, sorry, Im not from here.... This is a fact! Coming back home ends up becoming something weird, becausewe know that we havent been here for fifteen days, but it just doesnt seemreal. And then, when we see the pictures to prove to ourselves that it was,it seems that everything happened a long time ago. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time and live it allagain like its the first time. Be surprised like I never did before, say againeverything I said, laugh, take pictures, well, feel the same thing twice. However, I wonder why we never feel the same twice and Imade a conclusion: because its just impossible. No matter how happy you are orhow messed up youre feeling, it wont happen again. Life is too short for werepeat the same experience. Besides, the feelings grow up with us, so its alsoalways changing. Each time is gonna be different. We gotta try every feelingour brain wants to show us. Its incredible how it Works. Our brain can make us feel sohappy sometimes and then, later, you feel like life is not that good. But Idont think its purposeful, it just wants to let us choose our own ways, andlet us know how every feeling is like.All of this is really weird, but, at least, its a magicmoment that's worth. For any reason, you put yourself to think in the end of a sunny sunday night. Its already Monday and here I am in a dark room. I feel sorry when I remember that life isnt all that stuff I thought it was when I was a child. I feel so sorry when I realize that the years are able to upset even the strongest hearts. I feel sorry to remember that Ive already hurt so important people for me and that Im sure Im going to do that again. Im sorry to think that I allowed so many doors to close on my past, which is now almost stunted. I smile for knowing that every year in life has its ups and downs. When I analize them by a general matter, everything happened because of an important reason and, if something hadnt happened, the year wouldnt have been so interesting, although it could have been less quarrelsome. I smile for knowing that there are people out there willing to fight for me if needed and then Im also thankful to say that I also have people for whom I would fight for, just like Ive already done before. I smile because I
still believe in an uncertain future made out of not just mine choices. I smile then when I remember the child I was, who didnt know exactly what she should do all the time, but still she tried. And now, I smile to realize that sweet child turned into a romantic teenager full of dreams. One day, I imagined that everything I had was a simple stone. My imagination transformed that stone in a little seed. Today, that seed still has fragile twigs, but also some perennials leaves. I gladly realize that the seed has more roots than dews, but its weird to see that its torso is slightly crimped. Some of its branches have been pruned and others, already too dry, were taken by the wind. Few of them remained insistently there, intact over the years. Well, I understood that, also in our life, the seed has a predominant factor to keep growing: its the sure that, one day, yes, one day, she will find a tree in the exactly format she always dreamed of being. And will continue to be, from that day forward.