Friday, June 27, 2008

My Soup Is Missing Something

run, Forrest, run!

Gestern war für mich eine Premiere. Ich habe *schnief* meine aller, ALLER erste Sportmedaille gewonnen, zumindest soweit ich mich erinnern kann.

Gut, es war nur eine Teilnahmemedaille und 12.000 andere Leute haben die gleiche bekommen, aber es zählt der Gedanke, der dahintersteht.

Wie das kam? Das kam so:

Eines Tages, so etwa vor zwei Monaten, fragte mich eine Kollegin auf der Arbeit: "Soll ich dich auch für den Firmenlauf eintragen, Michael?". Worauf ich erwiedert: "Ähhh, ich bin nicht gerade fit!". Einziger Kommentar: "Ich auch nicht. ich trag dich dann ein." My protests went unheeded.

A company run? What really is. The principle is simple: people who work in companies and in addition any around here to stay (some Frenchies I've also seen), have the chance to work in a team of their company in a 5 km run through the pitoresque City Dillingen ad to participate Saar. That was the theory.

looks in practice this like this, that 12,000 people who sweat due to the weather in advance as a professional boxer in the 12th Round, squeezing in quitschbunten jerseys with company logo on a road for hours (felt) to a barely perceptible pop to wait that it becomes a mass panic types Start running motivated. Be honest is something not normally be avoided?

5 km. Advertised: five kilometers. Does not sound much, does it? I could do so well before as no picture, how long that is actually on the way and I always looked at the speedometer to the estimate reasonably can.

Immediately after the start I was also motivated to some extent. The sign "1 km" came relatively quickly. But when about 3 km later, the sign that says "2 km" came, but then I thought something like "Oh!" (To think it must have been something else. Ability to work in human language, I had by then lost).

The big mistake came after about 3 km. A water level. Something in me remembered ever having seen on TV, and professionals to grab a water bottle, drinking a sip and then tilt the rest of the head. That the clothes that severely disgusting sticky and, above all in the wrong places is that they forget to say.

Just before the 4 km marker then my body went into the Mars chart gang over. I can not remember really, to have thought actively "Now you go a little bit instead of running." It just happened and I could see.

And if it was not run over about 2 minutes later my boss about me and me would have shouted "Come on Michael, you'll make!" "I was with a highly motivated and saluted," Yes boss! "Replied), then I do not know when I would have finished.

So I am not only proud of the choice of the people who have packed the route in under 30 minutes (29 "26 to be exact), I also have my own goals met:
not be the last to survive, no ambulances must come because of me.

am so proud to say I: "Next year course!" But to train for it? Never! That would be cheating!

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