Chris and Chiara - English

Prologue - Chris

    Well, I'm Chris, and it was more of a normal race Sunday. I wasn't competing much lately, but packed by the MTB world stage, and the start of the official competitions, it motivated me to get back to training and competing, I needed something to de-stress and cool my head, from the problems of the day.

    My bike, was national brand with intermediate components, but enough for the purpose that they were amateur races.

    Arriving on site with my equipment, I started the warm-up and about 30 minutes later, my category was called for 5 laps on the circuit. Given the start, I started there by the 3rd position, and slowly by the 3rd lap I reached the end of the race, but before opening the last lap on a descent, the front wheel escaped and fell, seeing the ground very closely.

    As I lifted my face to get up I saw about 10 meters near the start line, a girl, about 25 years old, short blonde hair by the shoulder, wore a half-season blouse and a wide pants, on one foot black sneakers and on the other, a beautiful white plaster, which could see only her foot, since the pants covered most of them, crutches resting on his armpits and on his hands.

    If there's one thing I loved, it was a woman wearing plaster, and that girl just caught my eye a lot.

    I noticed that she looked with apprehensive eyes when I fell, I thought about abandoning the race to go to meet that very beautiful girl and with that wonderful plaster, but I could not just abandon the race, and in a very quick thought I decided to go back to the race and do my best, also thinking that I could get her attention. On the last lap I did a lot of strength as I had fallen to fifth place, but I was able to recover and come in third. I don't think it was even the desire to recover in the race that made me recover some positions, but the desire to cross the finish line as quickly as possible to see that girl who wore that beautiful plaster on her foot, and who knows, have the opportunity to talk to her.

    After finishing the race I dropped the bike in a safe place, and started looking for the girl, but she was no longer in the place of before, so I began to look around, in the food court of the event, since she was in plaster, I could have gone to sit down to rest, but to no avail. I was already desperate, I couldn't find her, I went to the parking lot, I looked closely, but nothing from that girl. So I ended up waiting for the awards, gathering my material and returning to my house, and without stopping to think about that girl, but no longer with hope of finding her again, for she might not even be from the city; I took a shower and fell asleep in bed after dinner, and woke up only the other day when it was time to work.

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