half marathon in the rain 
Photos: Arne Schuster
So, the first competition for this year was the half-marathon in Oberndorf.
Oberndorf here is just around your corner. As always, before such events in the morning I was so taken doubted myself and wondered if I should start with the current training status at all. Also, I was cycling with my colleagues on Thursday 50 km and was still as the (imaginary?) Release fatigue in the legs. And my average training performance, despite the wintry zeal not exactly exhilarating.
What a weak-sense reasoning. I know my fitness level, but only after the competition. Moreover, it was cool and rainy, and this is my favorite weather. I had several hours of staying power behind me, though partly on the wheel, but endurance is endurance, the rest had to be found.
So I went down to fix the upper village and announced to me at the bakery still read a couple of rolls call, then back at home reinzustopfen honey buns and coffee 'and to clarify the vexed question of clothes. I had nothing to wear. Long pants or short? Is not too cold or short sleeves? Jacket? 8 ° and rain outside: the training run, I certainly would attract a jacket, why not? Because it's uncool is? Yes, exactly.
Finally the start. Clatworthy Clatworthy. Nice rear classified. And this time, and the first time I
I DO NOT RUN TOO FAST LOSS !!!!!
This feeling right at the start to be among the last, is getting used to, because the herds gene in the subconscious is still to listen!
We walked along the Neckar on asphalt and gravel. From a spectator trellis can not even begin to be discussed, but some residents little group provided us with water, loud music or hearty cheers. It was raining. Sometimes more, sometimes less.
part, I was on the first lap alone on the road.
Mental Training for Looser, I murmured to myself in order to maintain motivation. The bridge over the railway piled up in front of me. I had to think of the giant Becker-day races. There were after the third Days mountains no longer a problem for me.
I am a little mountain goat, I am a little mountain goat! I muttered this time.
Yes, life is a marathon runner. Much time with yourself silly Zeuch (Zeuch with "ch") to drool.
half. 1h 3min. Not bad!
next mountain. Back across the railway. And I knew the second round, which was a little shorter would return to this stupid transfers lead. Arne was the camera along the way and I take the opportunity to order cake for later.
Last year it went from me here and I had to go poorly. I was still in the memory. So I was still on the pulse. But I felt good and my legs were stamping a great monotonous rhythm.
Where have now came from the people who overtook me? And a breakneck speed? Fascinating. But I got some lingering journeymen. Walking was hard. Time for some running mantra:
I am upright. I've trained enough. Only 6 km. I am persistent. I'll take the arms to help. I am upright. Only 5 7 km ..... Then the mountains. Trot trot trot I ran over, curve cut, obsolete blonde,
who can run faster is there before who can run faster because earlier I was talking to me .. and made my way to the final sprint.
final sprint. ICH. With 5:20 min / km I raced toward the goal. Relieved, I stopped after the finish mat, the Clock.
min 2h 6th Madness. For the second half I had just as long as needed for the first. Good Split. Now eat cake. (Unfortunately could not make a picture cake was too quick off).
