Good people,
it is - now at the beginning of my writing - 21.20 clock. I've trained, well cooked pasta, of course, has already been eaten, and the washing is already made. The movie has failed, because no one was there. So I told the projectionist. And for me, each delayed he wanted anschmeißen not the mill, too. Crap, I had thought so too, so escape the loneliness a bit. Oh I should have just taken a good book. Forgotten. It remains to me nothing, except - blogging - right. No, this is not Lückenbüßerei, it gives me pleasure indeed. And again today especially.
Once Anna amidst the volcanic landscape What happened is, since my 202er on Sunday? Actually, not much. Yesterday was indeed closed. That is to say here - if you are alone - that runs 12 kilometers in the morning and evening swims 2,300 meters again. Swimming is really cool here. I always go at night because it is nothing more going on. Actually, I've always a path for me. And the water is so incredibly comfortable here. Somehow make the Lasanta in a salt-water light-chlorine mixture. And that's great! I see almost nothing then - while I run all day in Hamburg, the nose and the eyes are red.
between the two units I first located lazily in the sun. And I totally burned in the middle of the back a plate of large area. Logical, for so hard I'm hard, I could not rub there alone. And the Norwegian women's national team in handball I wanted to ask either. There were indeed a few nice here, but what if they suddenly had reported the 1.90-wife from the back. Better not.
After the sun (fire) am I then a 120 laps - with the car. And the road led me past a further highlight of the unfortunately deceased artist Cesar Manrique, the cactus garden. Total beautifully arranged and everything. Really great. Meanwhile, I have seen really a lot of things that you when your time comes here Dared not miss. And also do not have to, because most things can be combined with the training. Who cares whether a 100-lap times between stops for an hour. Training is training. And the basic endurance eh sausage.
impression of the Jardin de Cactus Last night I was feeling it a little funny. My thoughts punished the air conditioner in the car. However, I buzzed for the day already another goal through the head. I had to wait and see how the night goes and how I feel in the morning.
Juut, the night was not special, but who cares. I woke up at 7:15 clock, and then - you know, the - angels hot discussion between the left shoulder and right shoulder devil. Well, angels, rather, Müllerchen has won. So got up, breakfast, Inflated tires, saddle up half a centimeter, bottles made clear view of the sky, the time would rather put something new thicker Basso-shirt, good rub suntan lotion, five bars in the bag - bar five? That much? Yes, so many! - And out to the backyard. GPS turned on, eat up and go.
After 200 meters I was on it, on the Ironman route. That was my goal today. And I wanted to see what comes out so when I go fairly sharp. Says: Not with all the recent pressure, but always consistently stay tuned aero position. After two hours I was at the Mirador del Rio. Au did, I hurt my left lower back! Whether to do with the fifth increase had. I accepted it, but now wanted to not screw. A break in the bar standing, better go to the back lets go, and on we went to just under five minutes. Already was obvious that the the "not all recent pressure" had done almost. Why not race pace (WST, race-specific speed, logical) drive. So head down and print - just as it was with Martin during the Ironman Lanzarote-2008 on the frame. "Bammm", I thought. A taboo word, but somehow fueled me today.
Now I know that the Nazareth-passage may be better quickly and get on the aero bars. Well, thank God. But the passage is annoying already. Beautiful still the route of Conil (just before is "the will is everything!" In large letters on the asphalt) down to Puerto del Carmen. Wuii goes, the beautiful and always downhill left curve, right curve, left, right - great. Puerto del Carmen, however, is a nightmare with no roadblocks. Especially since all they that have altered in the target area. So just where the target was turned on and on.
In Uga I just had to stop again. Pullen My two were empty, and I was not so fed, me too. So purely in the shed: a liter of water, two cans of Coke, a can of ice tea, a packet of Tuc. Just under 15 minutes I paused there. Did not different, so everything had to be jammed or crumpled first. A real advantage of the pause was not, however. What I found it hard to start driving again. Unbelievable.
In El Golfo I was fooled then the wind, but since I did not care about anything anyway. All the time I had before the word "Bammm" in the head, and the goal of driving a 30 average. Damn, that had to somehow be possible. On the line in the mountains of fire then the wind was so strong, like the entire last ten days not. "Foul play!" Wanted to cry, I let it stay but, as each breath was important. The whole time I wondered if it was possible to create this accursed six hours.
The photo is not of today - logical. "remain calm," I told myself again and again, "simply to preserve the tranquility, you can," cost me 16 minutes of ascent. That was - I think - not at the end of such a long round of bad. (Measured from the inlet side of the road before the Timanfaya sign up to the road sign to the small valley, 1000 meters behind the camels). Now I had about 30 minutes for 20 kilometers. "But," I knew, "10 flat, 10 down." And again: "stay calm, you can," In every turn of the handle reingehorcht, it is the right gear, the right frequency?
Then the headwinds of Tinajo to decline. What to do? Did not be. Although always so, but not always so strong. "I do not care but now, I'm not on hold. And if it is not enough, I'll still be happy. "In Lasanta, the bumps on the road, the last obstacles. To the press, there are still two kilometers. A recent small increase, press oh what a wave, and "Stop".
after 176.5 kilometers (Schiebung!) and 2340 meters (Schiebung!) was the Clock at 5:54 hours. Yep! And now the average: 29.84 km / h. Yes, it must be true. Two flat kilometers yet, and I would have had it provides! No matter. I was very, very happy with my day. A check with Maik in Hamburg by the way pointed out that this bike split just the 20th been in my age group would be. Yes because the spin, the other 40? Well, after all, a house number. And the 202er was perhaps even into the bone.
a reward I have from 15 bis 17 clock again located in the sun. Beautiful. Oh, and then I was just naturally float or 2100 meters. Yes. Went quite well. Slowly makes fun. One can not build such a bath in my street in Hamburg? Contact with similar water, low operating and - most important - the sun is not forgotten.
Jutchen so far from here first again. Now is 10 and until I've got online, it will be 11th Until then, the bottom bracket in half and I have a nice bed gravity. And tomorrow? Tomorrow will be trained. Let's see what. I was buzzing through my head since.
In this sense. Pa'a!
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