Ironman Austria 2009 is how it so beautifully full-bodied things come to those who wait good. What is long is not necessarily better result. The retrospective zwolfstündigen a lesson about goals, motivation and humility.
In the last training book I've read is in the definition of sporting objectives ". Have a burning desire to Achieve It
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What do you do when you have no burning desire to do something , Achieve but just kind of wants his hinbiegen Vohrjahreszeit? The road leads directly into the vale of tears, but there it is next to rocky trials and endless self-doubt to get at least something.
always by my side, and if not there, behind then with a watchful eye of my few meters.
One of the last links of the chain consistent error is found on the eve of the Ironman at the inn Pisl. The three of pancake ordered a double portion, and a monumental, indeed, get scary mega-pan served with about ten (!!!) portions. Since the goal of course, do not mark the weak and accesses properly. The short version is that I have to eat terrible, and I laid in bed with a sufficient pressure in the stomach. At four clock rings the alarm clock, and makes my stomach I realized: Breakfast? Certainly not. Everything goes in what comes out once again. Somehow I Mümmel but down a donut, and lo and behold, it gets better.
This time there was instead a simple launch a kind of mini-fireworks
Up to seven clock then there are the normal preparations to start, keep me busy. Kathy is doing its best to relieve me from anything that might stress me what, and even ingeniously parked just around the car for me after the race not for miles Hatscher must. A farewell kiss and tingling Anfangsnervosität later I am finally in the rubber skin on the start line. I'm with Nico's proposal, and the slow place, and then add vorzuschwimmen not satisfied. I'm also not further up. Was not a good idea. The launch begins an absolute slaps game. Never, never, never again will you find me in the beginner area. Which are all completely gaga. I've never ever been so hard and abgewatscht extensively, and it took forever to find a reasonably quiet place in a crowd of panicked rookie. Then skin to swim out well and I'm finally on a quiet train. In Lendkanal's still the grand finale, suddenly as a Oberspastiker middle of the crowd begins to swim breast, and with his right foot straight in the face occurs. Just do not get upset ... no blood, nothing happens, and does not do so intentionally. Has nevertheless been lucky that in the water, do not start numbers are.
Well, before you can smile more easily. out of the water this year, there was quite a crowd in the transition area. I had problems finding a place where I could move at all. After it had finally found a space between the Nackerten (I still do not understand why some people undress completely), went off you on the bike course, and there it was running great. The first 90km I at 32.6 km / h average burned in the asphalt, which is at 800 meters very satisfactory. The minute that I'm missing the previous year, came from a breakdown - my first ever in a competition. In a downhill left me the chain from the rear Kranzl is cracked, and has jammed completely. With bumpy turn things around but they could be free potter again.
The second round began at first too promising. However, came forward in the smaller increases in the thigh a little, my stomach protested more and more, and the sultry heat made me create. I grabbed at every ausnamslos Refreshment station to water to cool me somehow. Power Bars eat was definitely not inside, so I've broken through with bananas. On the Radstecke I was therefore half power bars, and about two and a half bananas. It takes a picture of about 550kcal 7.000kcal at a cost of approximately, and is not a good basis for what will follow. The second round has certainly drawn fairly, and I was really glad to come from the wheel.
Then we went to the marathon route. My anticipation was more muted than after clear by the late second round was that the previous year would be untenable. By running but in this context anyway out of the question, because I always have fairly long walking breaks inserted. But then if I could motivate to work, were just speeds around 6 minutes per kilometer inside, so to speak fast standing. From the ninth kilometer it was finally completely over, and I knew everything, what now takes a long, uncomfortable and not fun. As I draw my motivation unfortunately almost exclusively of potential best times, can imagine everyone what happens when clear is that this time at least half an hour goes wrong. Kathy, my parents and Susanna & Friends were at the edge of the track ready to cheer for me, but had to read to their parents realized that I already handed in to the exterior had. And the issue has been with me the next few hours. Why go on if only eh more as an uninteresting time is there? Why do I give my 240 hours of preparation, to torment me in the morning, go in the evening run completely broken, and then to traipse here in tropical climates a marathon?
Motivatin in chalk, which has unfortunately taken the rain with it
The struggle to throw in the towel was not easy, definitely one of the toughest challenges that I had to master before. Kathy has tried it on the rigor, and I continue to mercilessly driven to work. I was about as cooperative as a petulant strong ass, and could motivate only after several minutes of ranting something in the direction of gentle jogging. After two minutes of jogging, then begins to rotate to the stomach, rushing the ears, and really that's all meaningless anyway. Have a burning desire to Achieve It? Have a burning desire to quit! But how could I ever again wear a Leiberl that says: "I never give up!". Is not anymore. Also: give up once, and the threshold is gone.
Sometime after I was asked hundreds of times by Kathy, parents and spectators, but to finally run farther, announced Philippe. I was definitely a long way behind the point where it simply does not more can hear: "continue running, not". Philippe had a funny accent, spoke terrible English, and take really bad I could not even him. So we ran together the last 14 kilometers. I honestly have no idea anymore what he told me, but it was apparently fairly motivating. After all I could tear it out and made a few walking breaks. The best part, however, that in which he explained to me that he go to the part in which all was best place because the atmosphere is so fascinating. That must be the cultural difference, because I'm personally am not even that. I always found the best part, in which I seem to effortlessly sail toward the target, and wonder why everything is going so well. exciting to see what makes motivation can do.
I have never had such a severe sunburn. It does still hurt now properly... (
In retrospect, of course I'm still happy to have not given it would have been an unthinkable disgrace And then the training is actually nothing So I least a medal, and the realization that the triathlon is nothing without the right motivation. And the admiration of all who have cheered me still. I would have let me go. Who does not want the already have. remains at the end of my first real Ironman. No Sunday walk like last year. Real fight, just before the surrender, and brought to an end anyway. A priceless lesson. And there is certainly a next time, but not next year.
Everything that goes in is it. 
Hulk himself is posing. Military to small-shirts from the Kathy are my total good. 
