Saturday: Preparation 
checked into the transition area. 
Before the swim start.
behind the starting line, that is right in the picture
the fair sportsman
start 
Snowy are coming out of the water. 
fresh clothes from the transition area. 
Cologne .... . or at Hawaii?
the end of my first triathlon last year, I celebrated in Cologne with the Cologne Triathlon Weekend.
Cologne, I had picked me because it is nice and flat and late in the year. So I had a little time to train, although I learned (the train) will once again have not I sooo taken seriously. According
was nervous and I thought about it too did not go there. But my (irritated by me) partner Arne accept no excuse. He also had been in the office by proudly sporting his girlfriend. Since there was no pardon. Departure on Saturday.
The site we have found good and got first race packets and then delivered by bicycle. Done and out of mind. Once inflated, the chic saddle druff overcoat, and then I let the poor thing alone. was
evening's still a Kölsch and a rich rice-vegetables and then comfortably to bed.
The nightmares you get information not imagine. I was taken out of the race, I swam too slowly. Is not that horrible? And seemed so real
I was getting nervous. breakfast, I really could not. Also, the traffic jam in Cologne and the whole silly diversions and the "know nothing ".... Absperrjungs made slowly panic, that I come to work, too too late. But then we found a parking space in time.
up on the wheel put on by Neo, race briefing went .. now all his gear. There was no turning back, but no options (should I check in the evening already, what I wear, I'll take the arm warmers, should I try the new ear plugs or at least the old ones, which in alternation shoes bag, what is in which bag is, I still prefer no gel or not, I need the loo again ..) now I had to take everything as it came.
Höpp into the water.
Such a Neo, horny part. Pure hops without temperature shock. I Crawford to the starting line.
I'm back, unfortunately, far right, which turns out to be stupid, because the buoy is on the left. Countdown, the first are already 15 meters ahead and start, fireworks, PADDDEEEEEELN.
I grin. I'm with you. I immediately find myself a reasonable rhythm in the water. Although I have never trained with the Neo seriously I'm fine with that part.
with the orientation I have only a little problem, but whatever. If's containing a few meters more. I must now also fully left to the buoy swimming.
Wow. Even the container around. Arne stands on the banks and switches.
Langsm comes closer to the exit. The volunteers accompany one of the water.
The transformation from fish to land animal is a little difficult If the coordination and Kullen to upright and walking is difficult. I am comfortable to the transition area, dry shoes and pull on bibs. Yes, so much luxury I treat myself!
Next door is a type of motivation is fighting frantically with his race number belt. I can not see that, and him close the stubborn thing to help Taillienhöhe draw down. I just hope that I may try. I do not understand why never use the clip locks?
So klapperdieklapp, like all beginners with the shoes on my feet Get out there on the bike course.
It lääääääääääuft ............ Always nice munch is the motto. So: first push in a gel. The throw everything here in the area, which is really thought so? Bottles and gels throughout the margin. I can not.
First, it is even in the city. A divine new asphalt sheet part of the way, but there are also scratch-pad and holes. The route is blocked generous tunnel on you can find these are already the only pitches.
radel I'm going to tell me before. See large-cyclists I encounter huge gaggles. Nix no drafting ... I'm glad to be so lame, so I get these problems in any event!
Eat, drink, pedal, ... so goes the time. The journey "Overland" reminds me of my youth, when we often pedaled a bicycle through the fields in the Lower Rhine. All flat, small houses, narrow lanes asphltierte, asparagus fields .....
So again into the city. When I find turning points at which mat which must cross or not remains unclear. Both me and the helpers. This explains, probably, which is on the analysis in a previous posting km 70 km 80 at a time?
me overtaking a cyclist with a start-striped number. Ask me why I park here on the line and says I'm supposed to tuck in again. I have to laugh because I'm actually just a bit of gymnastics on the bike. At the turning point, he comes to meet me again and fired at me again.
do slow me hurt the Poppe and neck muscles. But soon is so over. Time flies! Once again the nice smooth asphalt, the tunnels and then it goes into the exchange zone 2
It relieves me of my bike and I run to my bag.
I feel like King professional. Ultimately, I take but time to change, a short Klostopp will also be inserted or.
stairs to the bridge and down to the other side of the Rhine.
hustle and bustle prevails here on the Rhine. Basketball, strolling dog walkers, football, kite flying, grilled families. A romantic Sunday afternoon on the Rhine. Only the chain of drifting rotor brings inconsistency in this peaceful image.
Lots of water and food stalls are set up. Loose trot and I try to run really slow. But from km 14, I get problems. Somehow the head with any more. I'm going. And I know from me if I once started, the motivation somehow away.
I hurt the back. The bridge is still so far away and I can not even rouse the Trimm Trab.
matter. Now high on the bridge and the last meter run downhill. It beckons the goal, now look even more beautiful .... done.
I have not taken the time. Now it's over. Uff. Finisherphoto with medal in the last rays of the sun. 6:33 tells me my partner. I am satisfied.
I will faint, my cycle had enough. I sit down.
I would like to eat and what to drink. A beer and a cheese sandwich before my mind, after all the sweet dishwater.
No one I wonder knows where that is. "Somewhere down there" is told. "But is far". Super Na .. "far" today I had enough of that.
PS: The pictures are great of course: Arne Schuster
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