pasta party the night before 
If these boys here at the finish, I will first crisis. 
Here I am still in a good mood.
Km 28: The crisis 
Well, at least I have arrived. 
running into the Festhalle
Arne has organized a can of Prosecco. Prost.
You can drink it's all good.
Frankfurt Marathon.
I have felt so good, everything was perfect, even the weather ....
and I made it a little breakfast.
The strategy: start walking slowly. Super Slow. Euphoria off. And I succeeded. In jogging pace, which I hold then to the finish wanted.
But Nope. From Km 5, I got a kind of stitch. So on stomach height.
matter. It works. But I fight and fight with the stabbing.
21st Km Still well in time with about 2:11.
Schwanheimer But on the bridge I have to go the first time. I can not walk 100 meters more times in a row. I have the feeling that I could not breathe enough. On the Schwanheimer Brück is the 4:30 runners past me. This robs me of the last motivation. I get out
decide. At km 28 Arne waiting for me. He looks taken aback when I stop and introduce myself to him. I describe my accident.
The passing athletes look am amazed at all.
Do I look that desperate? Or so casually, leaning against the fence, despite starting number?
Only 14 km. Actually a no brainer. I walk spontaneously release.
Only 14 km, which is as little as I get anyway. Continuous and ongoing basis.
I decide to drink only hot tea, no more cold water.
A small community of destiny is formed. Michael of Bochum (?) Is also such a victim. Alternately, we have to go to run again on each other and pull each other every now and then with a little bit.
This route through the city center has many loops miserable, I feel completely lost to the length. Now a sign: only 2 km. Well it goes. Encouragement from the crowd: "Heike smile" makes me grin and the crowd laughing with me.
is equal fäddich .... running into the hall. I'm just glad to have finally arrived. 4:53.
I'm so disappointed I can not tell you.
As my Arne says: "Wow, you 'marathon run NEN Some are not even arrived, and Think about the millions of people who are not even started walking!"
But the consoles not so right.
When is the next marathon? I need revenge.
You can drink it's all good.
Frankfurt Marathon.
I have felt so good, everything was perfect, even the weather ....
and I made it a little breakfast.
The strategy: start walking slowly. Super Slow. Euphoria off. And I succeeded. In jogging pace, which I hold then to the finish wanted.
But Nope. From Km 5, I got a kind of stitch. So on stomach height.
matter. It works. But I fight and fight with the stabbing.
21st Km Still well in time with about 2:11.
Schwanheimer But on the bridge I have to go the first time. I can not walk 100 meters more times in a row. I have the feeling that I could not breathe enough. On the Schwanheimer Brück is the 4:30 runners past me. This robs me of the last motivation. I get out
decide. At km 28 Arne waiting for me. He looks taken aback when I stop and introduce myself to him. I describe my accident.
The passing athletes look am amazed at all.
Do I look that desperate? Or so casually, leaning against the fence, despite starting number?
Only 14 km. Actually a no brainer. I walk spontaneously release.
Only 14 km, which is as little as I get anyway. Continuous and ongoing basis.
I decide to drink only hot tea, no more cold water.
A small community of destiny is formed. Michael of Bochum (?) Is also such a victim. Alternately, we have to go to run again on each other and pull each other every now and then with a little bit.
This route through the city center has many loops miserable, I feel completely lost to the length. Now a sign: only 2 km. Well it goes. Encouragement from the crowd: "Heike smile" makes me grin and the crowd laughing with me.
is equal fäddich .... running into the hall. I'm just glad to have finally arrived. 4:53.
I'm so disappointed I can not tell you.
As my Arne says: "Wow, you 'marathon run NEN Some are not even arrived, and Think about the millions of people who are not even started walking!"
But the consoles not so right.
When is the next marathon? I need revenge.
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