Apparently you can enjoy not only chilled beer is good, but also a half distance. If you look in the morning on's thermometer, and it has just by 7 ° C but already one wonders just what happened to the summer.
Hm, somehow looks not so cold out, as it actually was. During the journey to Viennaman is forming in me a subtle reluctance. Is that necessary? Cycling In the pouring rain? 90km? And just to swim. The time to start passing fortunately amazingly fast, and before I remember what happened there, it is also already happening. Best comment of the racing line, "Good news from the high waiting: the rain gets warmer".
I am again the stairs pretty badly bruised up wavered I sprint from the Asstiegsstelle of the transition zone, and start on my tamper with a plastic bag covered matters. Actually I wanted to improve this time zone change my life than Obergrafendorf clear, but the bad weather kills at least a warm jacket for the bike course, and a cover from the rain. And shall remain the same even in T1 3:14 minutes.
very aerodynamic: the puffy plastic jacket Cycling is murderous: icy water injected into my eyes, although I have on a pair of glasses, the knees are frozen instantly, and I get cold feet from completely. I have come any trouble at the low temperatures at all to my race pace. This is damn long 90 kilometers. In between creep always a slight motivation problems. Why torture in general? On the edge this time suspect many athletes are using a flat tire. It a bit too many for my taste. Four broken tire in the first half (!) Round cry for me a little too much on the task. However, when I in the first round, my half erfrohrene sweetness during the lighting with full enthusiasm can see, I have to each load. That's not the point. I finally loses the plot, as I briefly on lap three brings a complete Unsympathler on hybrid bike with triathlon handlebars. The idiots I do not want to have before me - I hang myself fully in, and fight my way through to the now increasingly becoming a headwind. In the last lap I already noticed that my thighs no longer play altogether. No wonder - 33km / h average in the conditions for me are not Lärcherl. With mixed feelings I put the bike into the transition area, and start it on the run course.
Klausi-M. Rollert to It is only with difficulty. I do not feel my feet. It feels pretty much exactly as if someone had chopped off my feet and I would now run to the stumps. Ghastly, but that's it. For four kilometers with no emotion. I'm worried. Concerns seem to be good for speed because I'm on the run course at 4:46 min / km Average Speed. The conditions improve, the clouds move to the side and suddenly is only blue sky above me. For a perfect finish. The five rounds go by in a flash, only the last contract slightly away, and I get Stitch. Once a bite yet, finish line, medal, thanks. I'm dirty, easier and for the first time that day I was comfortably warm.
Just one more round! The five-hour mark with 5:03:44, unfortunately, is not this time, but given the conditions I am very satisfied. From 400 starters have just 264 married to the start, and I honestly thought about back and forth. Looking back, it was of course one of those races that remain in memory. Klaus has seen the way the goal after 5:38:19 hours, and thus laid a proper time.
finisht Schremser! important than ever this time, support was from the course. Kathy, Lisi, parents, Haymo, Karin, and various persons unknown can sometimes arise even true Ironman spirit. Thank you for your involvement! We run not know if no one is looking.
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