Just believe in it, completely.
I was born on 13 December 1975 in Noale (Venice) and I work as an employee. I have loved mountains since childhood, me in front with a rucksack and my parents far behind! I lost a leg in a motorbike accident, but this didn’t stop me. On the contrary, this new condition turned into a challenge, gradually involving the vertical run. During a week’s holiday in Val di Fassa with my present partner and a close friend, we tried to retrace the main mountain track, with the help of my crutches, and it was a success. I clearly remember the first time in Kitzbuhel where, after a long period of training and as we drew closer to the event, I managed to reach the top of the Streif, exhausted but euphoric. I train at a gym twice a week to correct bad posture. I believe every race has its story, each track its magic; there is no single most beautiful race, but many. The most gripping challenge is the one about to begin.