Falling.

“Running is a constant fall.” (thanks Giorgio Cordiner)

An approach to running techniques to accelerate the pace and increase the foot-to-earth power and effectiveness. (And I know I’m over simplifying here).

This is definitely the best definition of success I’ve heard recently: to properly run you have to accept the fall. To properly succeed you have to accept failure.

It’s not about avoiding to fall. It’s learning to get up after the fall. And Shine.

At the Henley business school. And running challenges.

Spent the last couple of days in Henley, an amazingly nice little town 40 minutes out of London. The Business School is in the top 25 globally, and the place is gorgeous, right beside river Thames.

Spent the night in the dorm and had dinner with some of the (grown up) students.

And, oh, I managed to complete this month running challenge with a 13Km workout, with my herd. And reached 160Km run in a single month (well, slightly less, actually).

Forty.

I remember 10 years ago, minutes before turning 30, I started writing a post about my change of decade on my blog. (Just checked; went lost)

I was in our first home. Francesca was 8 months old. I just had run the first edition of Frontiers of Interaction.

I was sitting on the same couch where I am now. (Always been taught not to throw away something that is not broken).

I remember I felt grown-up. I remember I felt great.

Now I look at myself back then and smile.

The past decade transformed me in a totally different man. Learnt gazzilions of new things. Became smarter (and balder). Got to get in touch with amazing persons I would never had imagined to be able to meet (you know who you are), travelled to places I would never had imagined to set my feet onto. Launched 2 companies. Worked with amazing people at awesome products that have (or will) changed the world.
And still have few, strong, bonds with very few people who are still here as my side wings.

Well this makes me excited about the next post I’ll write 10 years from now. It’s gonna be another series of intesting rides around the sun.

Welcome, 40. Buon compleanno Metiu.

P.s. Yes, whenever I’m asked my age, the first answer that my brains spits out is still 24.