Distal Clavicular Excision Icd 9

regeneration

Good people,

huuii, I'm probably a bit late. Apologize, but I so tired of what moment is that I do have uncanny. Not that I would not know that already. I know that it can take up to a month until I climb out of my post-IM-hole addition. But surprisingly it is but again and again.

Last Sunday I first moved back wheel. Oh, that was a beautiful thing. The troops, twelve men strong, and then relaxed it, because at least three of us had their season high point behind. Fresh air, a freshly cleaned bike - because it did not matter that I myself was not quite so fresh. Currently containing attract many opportunities to go on a little slope.

nice barbecue on the balcony Altona

was beautiful as our post-Ironman-grilling on the balcony Altona. Anna, Rainer and I were able to decorate for the barbecue with an Ironman banner (no idea who took care of it). And in the course of the evening came loose together 30 people. No idea how we all sausages and other grilled stuff was plastered. But we did it. And the beer that we had in the meantime in the gas station to pick, not a drop was left. It would have been like clock 1.30, as we disassembling - who knows for sure.

And yet I felt as if I can any time really speed up. But that is certainly also related to the self-confidence, which you wear for a race like in Klagenfurt in itself. Do you know that? You drive around and when another biker shows up, then get such an idea like "You know no idea who you're dealing with here," or "If you twitch, then here is a massacre," said or something like that. But in fact - and as above - it was a relaxed round.

Nice TdF on TV, while the wounds of his own race in mind

And that was a good thing, as a massacre would be an actual encounter with a potential "enemies" have become just for me. As soon as I got home (after 75 miles in 2:35 hours) because my legs were already extremely difficult. Well, had to again serve the sofa. And with a mountain stage in the Tour de France of Nachmitttag of Sunday was always saved.




Then times to our comments:
in Milwaukee @ Nico: Yeah, the film holder. Super is not it? By the way, the triathlon magazine makes a rookie program. So many (short and everyone) for the Ironman triathlon in 9 months. That seems vaguely familiar but before. And, if our people were at that time was already (in the short or Everyman) triathletes, then the program would have made a bit easier.

@ Silvio: Boy, that was a surprise when you're past the Solar Mountain to us. Always nice to see old friends. If your just not as quickly scurry past would. Times to stop but the next time

@ Jens: 11:47 hours for the first number - very good. And especially good that the whole family was there. So what you will never forget - never. Beautiful!

@ Alex: What book? We have long since sold more! No nonsense, but you could really get the time to get out. Before we have abused the last few pages of it as a coaster. No, nonsense. But could pick up You really. So go ahead, the heath is not yet so far away.

So life looks currently - Ruut wieß fries, and sausage

Juut, that is cycling on Sunday - that's the only thing I have ever seen on the chain. The desk is full, and I'm tired. This is not the best combination to enter into training. Martin, however, has already trained over the past week again twelve hours. Madness. I could not. But he has already this Sunday with the City-Man again a task. Since keep your fingers crossed.



So you can enjoy the time: pizza and beer on a little boat on the Wörthersee

But again back to the Wörthersee. The chapter's still not fully processed. According to our race (did you even read the reports), once stood on the recovery program. What is not a good decision to leave immediately. Good four days at sea, that was great. Swim without Neo. Walk as far as it would allow battered toenails and blisters. Cycling - Noo not at all. But eat, eat, eat!



Our team after the race - must be simple again are shown. rl: Axel, Martin, Rainer, Mathias

Every day we have something inveigled with dumplings: pork roast here chanterelles there, there medallions, steak elsewhere - sometimes twice a day. In between, ice cream, pizza, cola, beer, cappuccino, ice again, simple as all that. The best was our trip with two electric boats on the lake. Most of us wanted to go pedal. But when I saw the E-boats, I have a strong case for this variant. Thank God, the word from the elders and service to something wild with the boys. And so I was able to elegantly behind the wheel of the no-kicking-it-is-well-to-front-boat settle.

Anna with her first fish! The way was fried in the morning for breakfast.

It was followed by a scenic boat tour, where we arrived in the meantime, beer and pizza brought on board, and in addition, drifting on the lake enjoying the sun. Beautiful. Susan and Thomas from Wedel, we got (fast 5 km / h) with our speed missiles in Reibnitz, and then we jumped in the middle of the lake into fresh water. Beautiful, sometimes without a black rubber dive on the skin can.




Prince Rainer (left) and Axel swimming

went Wörthersee From then on Friday towards Rothsee. Areas in the state again we found the absolute culinary highlight. In Rundletzholz we found - among the other five houses - the guest stands "guest house for the three lime trees. And William, the head of the house, not only hunters (with the local council for the board game of all his colleagues in the district), but also a trained butcher and a trained chef. Need I say more?

The day after the race in the big tent of Klagenfurt. For me, missing 12 minutes of Hawaii. I keep driving another time to go back. In the meantime, I might come read my book. Is that good?

And so has my time between actually very well-shaped figure, now again changed the direction of degeneration. Well, nothing is forever. In
Roth Anna, Prince Rainer and I still strongly drawn to the "17 hours" flyers to the houses. And that was thanks to Rainer, really funny.



main thing is fun - amateur body-builder

Actually, we had a Haiden fun. Rainer and I were cheering on Solar Mountain screamed (on top) so much, and geblödelt that after an hour within 50 meters almost no one was because we were too loud. Herrlich. Hours later and when we turned up uf the running path along the canal, people whispered, "look, those are the two of Solar Mountain." Well, hopefully we could do one or the other athletes a little legs.

the way, in Roth at the start: Frank Weyer. Frank logs off and on in the comments. Because of him I have become a Triatleten. Other way around, because of my blog 2005, he has, after a long break, come back to triathlon. The boy has talent - blessed - so the word may still take a 40-year-olds to complete. As a youth he fought earlier with Thomas Hellriegel, Norman Stadler and today's other top athletes around. But, because of its Belastungsathmas he heard at some point a bit irritated with the triathlon. Funny or - the most high-performance athletes have asthma! Now Frank is my reason why I do not believe these people. Because if someone really has problems with it, then so be sure not performance enhancing!

relic from the old days, but still valid - who fights, wins, taking the target is not the most important thing. Rather is one of struggle, the effort to have given the best possible in every second!

However, Frank has in Roth 9:18 hingezimmert! That was great! I was so excited and proud that I - with this huge blister under my right foot - I ran the last 4 miles with him. Then went with me but not much! 9:18 hours - so he would have beamed themselves loose in an Ironman race in Hawaii. And even though he had to fight from the middle of the race with cramps in the thighs. What a performance. I kid, I could see him how much he fights. But he pulled through it, no meter is gone, has put painful step by painful step. 9:18! That was a great moment, a moment in which 20 years of friendly triathlon history formed into a circle. Who would have thought that something we both enjoy time together!!

Back in Hamburg, it is obviously now the question of what the future holds. Initially I had always thought that my post-surgery comeback disc could possibly be my last Ironman race. In fact, things look now, but something different. The race has

in Klagenfurt given me so much confidence that I will probably continue. My goal, however, to try if I can be with 42 as soon as I was 32, I've achieved in my eyes. Sure, 9:49 hours are not 9:29 hours. If I my race but projecting to a distance such as red, then I get the Thing but damn close. Because in fact I can say that was indeed in training, swim around 5 minutes faster than was the case with the brawl in Klagenfurt. Then I grab me 5 minutes I had lost (called slipstream Heinis, lollipops, or fraudsters) due to dishonest competitors (the minutes, the same drive on the other side by her slipstream I have over produced, I include here even not me). And last but not least, I think the marathon would have had without this insane bubble up to 10 minutes can be faster. And hey presto, I'm getting close to the 9:30 hours. ( Here way an interesting article by Kai Baumgartner on his Page 3athlon.org!)

Well, this is mathematics, though after the Müllerchen rule that does not fit, will be made to fit. But seriously, yesterday, Martin rumgeschickt the quality of the time slot winner from Klagenfurt (where the guy always finds something to me is a mystery). The last of my age group has to go with just 12 minutes ahead of me to the finish. That would have been something else in racing history but also with me in it. And who knows if the guys before me were not exactly those that I have been on the bike so much on the nerves! But anyway, I'm - as I said after the race - very happy with the outcome. And this year would also not good for my Hawaii (Leave Job, books) have been personal situation. I keep driving another time to go back. That is so.

Well, now I am, therefore, been almost three weeks without exercise (with a wheel unit). The current course, I compensate by the TdF. Uii, is dedicated to Jens Voigt yesterday provided! Wow! You see, this happens to be the best. Also includes: Never without a helmet for training. Most of you will always be that clear. But I see more and more colleagues who go without a helmet on the slopes. Somehow to me the steps in developing our approach to various diseases. True to the motto: I happened to nothing. For me it is so still: No helmet is not greeted. Since I am adamant. The only exception: Norman. Comes in the winter, always arguing with his thick cap fit over a helmet on his head. Hey my friend We have to work even more!
Otherwise, however, that must be said here is a Norman helmet straps - always.

So what comes next? We have so let it be so. Prince Rainer and I would like next year to Wisconsin. Why? Because you could connect the small with a holiday. And because it would be something else simple. Dirk Radtke, we were able to persuade so far not to participate, but we get perhaps even more. Reinbek-Maik (probably my longest blog readers ever!) has always provided you with the live ticker here (in the past two years), maybe. Thus we have almost another team on the road. And so a new project.
remains to be seen whether I manage to pass within the next week my retired life again.

Actually this is now a great starting point. Two years on the sensible wheel in the legs, the leg does not slip Much, and behaves as quietly shoulder. I could be so much faster next year than this season.
Nevertheless, a few weeks apart, I'll probably still need. And while for most of you, just the right season running. Yeah, everybody Jeck is different.

course I will, on 15 August accumulate in Hückeswagen. But because the bar is indeed more in focus as the target banner. I am also curious to see who can be seen from the Pa'a team is still there. Anna wants, Martin also has expressed interest, and even Dirk has indicated that it may be what might be in my home with a start from him. That would be a great thing. And Thomas? Hey Thomas, can you not even take a Saturday off!!

And now for the blog. Not without reason is today's headline "regeneration". Like last year I would like to take a break. I hope you understand this I write for my life like that, I also sometimes have to have distance - especially since I'm also still must cut professionally in the keys. But before we talk about the future, a brief review. It was clear that this project would not achieve quite as much attention as our first Pa'a project. At that time, the blog had 80,000 hits within 8 months. Wow. This time there were at least
24000th If you see that this time I but not 7 days a week but have only written once, then it is very good. More than that was the day after the race, after all, nearly 300 people on this site. And each and every one I want to thank at this point! Also, knowing only that your fingers crossed for us have pressed us has the courage, gave us strength. Thank you! Overall, I'm

posted 50 blog entries. That is, if you will print out the time thing, a lot of substance.
In ordinary weeks were always about 150 people Tuesday on the blog. in addition to the further following 6 days are around 100. Highlihgts in the comments, there were many. Now I can not repeat everything, every single quote that I found exciting, but it was nice to see that so many have made of you thought!
was always very cool and again that people have reported from the off. I have loved these comments that began this way: "Hi, I'm one of those silent blog readers, but now I would like to register but once word ... "Wonderful, so people such as the recently emerged Nico from Milwaukee, who now only wants to read everything again! Schön.

Wunderbar our regular readers, Tim, Florian, Enka ( Australia), Chrifa, Julia, Vienna-Martin (!!!!! thank my nephews and nieces, Katrina and Mathias !!!!), then Silvio, Alex, Norman - whom I thank in particular - because he was usually so ! not reading, Bayern-Flo, FFM-Christoph, Torben, Andi, my dear SteffiundMarkus in Munich, Nadine, PB-Rainer, our Dirk, and oh all the others - thanks

Yikes, I've been saying for thank you:

Anna - without them nothing, only you with all makes sense!










my parents - not the powerful world of computers, the neighbor has them and printed from a blog. I know you have it with interest, even when the time called for some other priorities. Dad, I wish I could make even an IM race in front of your door, then you would have not travel so far!

Martin - as we have spent two years together plump. Certainly I have this year not so bothered, as before one year. I hope it was you still was fun, and what you have learned.

After a long hard fight deserved rest








Axel - never there, but always present. Nice that we have found ourselves. We never thought we do something together sometimes.

Axel in the destination of his first Ironman in Klagenfurt. A hard struggle, a great experience!









The Prince Rainer - For a great time, lots of fun, and reliability when you need them.

Des Princes sunburn after the race in Klagenfurt










my boys - sure you think I was crazy. For various reasons. Without our friendship, I would not train. Funny, is not it? Your telephone support during the race - once! Your support in ordinary life - to describe!

Rolando - You belong with them. Your word weighs on me more than you think.

Lutz - for swimming training when it is most needed and great cycling.

Frank - without him I would not become a triathlete. From him I learned many things that help me today to succeed even in difficult situations. Only one thing I have not learned from him: How can I participated in God as soon as he swim?

Frank and I went to the Roth Challenge








Again Norman - chat for joint winter training for thousands of minutes and Council if necessary! I'm keeping my fingers crossed!

Norman, as always cheerful and positive!








Bergedorf-Björn - for the most spontaneous bike leg, for the "taxi" to Lluc for quiet rounds of discussions away from the sport.

Bergedorf-Björn (right) in Sunday's cycling coach ing







Maik - not only for your sympathy, your tenterhooks along and your (two rounds) using (n) in the race, but also for your trust outside of the sport.

Thanks to all doctors, especially Dr. Rebolledo Godoy- the best surgeon I know, Mallwitz Dr. Muller and Dr. (examining my spine and rehabilitated) treated me wonderfully, as I really was not well. Who would have thought two years ago that I do an Ironman again! In 9:49! Without go lee!

Thanks also to Doris, the Physio-capacity from the Spine Center at Michel .

Uwe Otto - who has executed this with my shoulder.

the finishers - are simply a great team and support us as they can.

Thomas Hillig - for your support, nice phone calls, a fun barbecue and new friendship.

Mizuno -Patrick - who has helped me with some great shoes.

Ralf Sievers - Blog reader and doctor. Without you I could have lost my training camp in Mallorca. Damn shame that Bad Bederkesa is so far away. For your advice, however, I must not thank me today for the first time!

Susan and Thomas from Wedel - that you came to the Wörthersee me a lasting impression.

Matthias and Christian - that you came too! All the more, as Matthew has bled the heart. Stay quiet boy, your time will come. Christian, with intervertebral disc prolapse C6 / 7 is still a lot!

Anna, Chris and Matt at the Hamburg Marathon







artist Hermann - for fun and wisdom!

Angela and Dr. Dieter - (and Hermann) for beautiful three days, better nights in Lanzarote.

Olaf Sabatschus - for a great attitude towards our sport and for an unforgettable workout on the bike, where I thanked the good Lord for every red traffic light!

drinking form - Stephan Friemel to give me his Iso / carbohydrate drink, my taste and my idea of a Competition drink unexpectedly na (he) is chgekommen. By the end of the bike course I relied on the drink, have nothing else to put me and I was not disappointed.

And finally again
first all those I should have forgotten, and second
all readers who have paid attention to my line.

This blog does not end completely, but I'm going to 15 September retreat. I hope you understand that. I have to put my self on stronger legs - and here you have to train, train, train - and I have to write two books. I do not know how I all this is to create. And again, I look at my little bracelet, or on the road to Lanzarote: "Will is Everything!"

Should you create it, by 15 September 100 comments can be back here (possibly by different people, by your count!), It would make my decision the powerful to continue writing. Just think about it, maybe it will work. And it costs nothing.

You have not quite give up my comments and perspective on things. In www.twitter.com / paa_biz I will also post in the next 6 weeks. I find this format very appealing, and it is - for the time of the break - but considerably less time-consuming. What do you think? Could be, however, that I address as well as things I notice in the ordinary living like this. Try it again.

letter as it is at its best - with coffee and cake.

Well, now it's done. The summer break is coming. In me opens up a sense of melancholy. It's totally hard to let go here. No lie. Probably for me that is even more difficult than for you. But as the Pink Panther always said: Today is not all days, I'll be back, no question!

And then I still think a great interview, which I propose have performed three days with the Austrian climber Thomas Bubendorfer . That was really fascinating. For a man who moves sometimes 1,000 meters above the ground - alone and without any security ropes! - The world looks different and sometimes even more clearly as one of us. Some key sentences from it have been branded on my brain:
- The basic principle is Change, Change, Change. Only those who changed something moves. Only someone who moves, gets the motivation to go forward, together.
- And you can always change something, always do something. No matter how hopeless the situation looks certain, the man is always potential! As long as he breathes, he can always do something!

My point exactly: Pa'a - fighting 'for your destination!

love everything! Sincerely, Your mathias

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Second review: Ironman Austria

Good people,

so today we continue with some thoughts and, above all, Martin's view of the race in Klagenfurt. I am a little in time pressure, but what is not written today, that is then written at the end of the week. So go with Martin:


"Hi,

the day for the Mathes and I have been training the last six months so diligently and hard, is already history. We are IRONMAN! Mathes has to make plays, and in an amazing time and I for the second time WOW! I'm proud, really. And even though I have not achieved my dream destination. I'm super happy and satisfied with my great time of 10:11 hours.

And all thanks to one person: Mathes. Had the good man be book not written, the "Triathlon-stone" would be, as you might know, with me probably not got the ball rolling and I had many great moments with good now Friends not seen.

That must now get out first: THANK YOU, MATHES! Those were two great years with sports all the bells and whistles. You are a top coach and I trust your word hundred percent. Thank you for your advice given you so much trouble and I have often constructed and motivated. I hope we start some time together again in an Ironman. It was also thanks to the super nice company to Prince Rainer and Axel, really a great time in Austria.

But now up to my little Raceday-Review. As Anna had also written so well in the comments, it was as good as the race went off at last. After months of intensive training and the permanent tension the ever increased, it was a pleasure to finally give gas. And if I understood correctly, Anna and Mary were really glad to be rid of the nerve bundle.

Martin while swimming in the canal - huii because it was not yet so close. The luck of the fastest swimmer. Since you have to time the story of Prince Rainer (swim time 1:18 hours) listen!

However, I could very well be on 2000 athletes in the water (start, were around 2600) can do without. What kind of a tramp, kicked, and cut Gehacke. Unbelievable! In contrast Lanzarote was a birthday party. What was perhaps even to my somewhat awkward position. Since I had targeted a life time to 58 minutes, I am after we (Rainer, Axel, Mathes), we had adopted upset each other, in the fast-swimmer area (less than 1 hour) gone and there in order to be fast to swim freely in the third row on the inside. A blunder, as it turned out himself. The inside is always the page to which all flowing forth. And at the first turn buoy then meet each other in the water about 1,500 athletes who want to beat the brand around. I had swallowed during the first 1500 meters so much water that I had always puffing to the surface to the Wörthersee broth cough. Unpleasant feeling. As it was then a little free, I have the little pace and immediately attracted me was miserably hot. I thought all the time: "I hope I do not get heat stroke!"

came in the channel then the first leg cramps (I think because of the heat in the Neo) and luckily I spotted my brother Michael and his girlfriend Marieke and my parents at the channel edge, which I cheered wildly and herliefen next to me. Pure motivation! Even Maria's brother Leif slept properly to the wheel and called me at every breath right cheers.

After the volunteers helped me out of the water had, I ran to the bike bags. Yet, incredibly, the organizers had arranged overnight stand differently (I had my memory exactly where my bag is!), So I do not my bag was then attacked out of sheer hustle the 383-plastic bag, and thus into the tent sprinted. By Neo on the floor, I noticed my error. Have I cursed. As there was no tomorrow! Then I caught me a helper and "I need 483!" Screamed the 383-bag got hung back in place and they sentenced me to finding my 483-number help.

Another 60 seconds later I had my jersey on and off we went. Maria was still close to my Wheel and has spurred me like wild but I was so excited by the stress that I got very little of the nice words with. As I learned later, had the pro-athlete Bella Bayliss exactly the same problem, disguised bag stand. Something may not happen yet!

Snapshot - Martin on the bike

First on the bike, I was glad I was in the second discipline. After ten miles I was also at the laughter and the smiles. I was fast, my heart rate high and I was excited about the route and the love-Pa'a slogans on the street. The mountains in the first round, I barely noticed. Since somehow everything was in flux. From kilometer 60 I noticed the many lollipops for the first time. As a string of pearls hanging all close together. But educated in Mathes decent, I am constantly trying to fool as soon as possible to overtake me and my place to look. But I was angry then to 130 km slow already, as I always had the same nose in front of me and I just could not muster more power, to drive away the birds. I have seen even drive a group of "Belgian roundabout. Not to believe! However, to also haul Marshalls are a matter of justice, were distributed numerous warnings and yellow cards. Very deserved. But levels not far enough.

Martin on the mountain - past the group

And then, at kilometer 142, Mathes came past me fired. I had been expecting more. The wheel-animal! The guy was so fast that I immediately called out to him: "I can not ride the speed! Go fast, get wild, "and was gone. And suddenly the first-leg cramps were there! In cycling, that I had before. After one minute, calm and kicking with salt tablets and cola, it went away. During this time, I had always thought of Mathes words, "come and lows they go, remain calm."

Then, finally, the entrance to the transition area. Yes! Start your running shoes, new socks on and go. The first kilometer out to the northern loop around the lake was still, I happened on the way and Maria's family and my own family fan club. Great! But then a nine-kilometer-long tough piece followed by the sweltering sun. On the other hand, Wörthersee types were seen on their paddle boats and ice cold Coke in hand. I really wanted to share with you. The thought just to jump into the refreshing lake, seemed very tempting. The temperature on the tarmac was now determined at 35 degrees.

Martin on the run

And suddenly I realized that I would get my desired speed can never go through. I was brutally hot. At each food station: sponges, drinking water over the head, water, cola, coke, sponge on the poor. So I thought, I run at least no danger of running completely hot. But every 2.5 kilometers the water program, then clearly you walk slowly! And then we went back to the sweet nieces and Maria over, so I could suffer in the few meters, at least not so obvious. More hidden. Best of a bad game, just.

Martin and Jael in the final few meters before the finish

At km 15 then for a brief moment Mathes on the opposite lane. "Mathes go!" Not far away from me, perhaps 400 meters ahead. But then the Martin-Mega-break at km 28th Both legs tight. Cramps. I had to stop. Only after 20 seconds it went slow. And then first on the trot tempo. At km 35 then again somewhere Mathes on the opposite lane. Far ahead of me. "Man, is made quickly," I just thought. For me anyway, since the seizure was at km 28: "Make it easy to end, shit on the time and enjoy the finish." This is great with my little niece Jael! "
And then, after I had painted for as long as nice refreshing it will be to jump after the finish to start and cannonball into the cool Wörthersee, it begins to pour two kilometers from the target. Down with rain.

Martin with Jael in the target. Great time, will you look!

The penultimate line: even from 200 feet away I saw Mary with Jael stand in the arm. She sent me down the little flea in his arm and we ran together. Jael and I ask: "Do not you run with me? You did so well trained! " And the three-year-old princess was, "Yes" and laughs. Was that sweet! And at the sight of the little happy hop by my side, the whole target area again celebrated extra loud, I had the feeling. And finally: GOAL! 10:11:10 hours. A really tiring but great day.
But so hard that I said shortly after the finish line of my mother: "No more 'I so' ne do shit! That was so nasty hot! "

We'll see what happens. There are a few ideas. My last Ironman, it will not be it. That's for sure! Perhaps first break? Or maybe not!
Let we surprise ourselves.

soon. Kind regards,
Martin

So one thing I envy about Martin: the finish line with such a little princess like Jael Toll But this is an issue that can work where you will tell it
.!..
Our team after the race in the massage tent vr. Axel, Martin, Prince Rainer, Mathias

Now I am here first to thank you for Martins Thank you thank you thank you, too, it's because not only! I could you up and motivate, but often enough I was your long run, God be praised now and then when I ran past, swept away, so I at least on some days I ran 11 kilometers - instead to do nothing at all. In fact, we have now spent two years together sports and had many great experiences. Experiences that our head and our heart will probably never leave! And as so often I have to think of the saying of my best friend Christian "Kochi" Chef: "Do not blink, you miss it!" (Not blink or you'll miss it). For indeed it is all things of the past. But I think we've seen enough things deliberately, in order to draw strength from it for a long time.

But once very briefly to Martin's race: Just about the inner side of swimming we have in recent years really spoken often enough. There is already a reason why I always run very, very outside. Sure, that's sissy-swimming. But better than to be lacking in the inside. Martins to calm it must be said, however, that 1 it was damn brutal outside (my swim time was yes and five minutes worth), and 2 us with the water of the lake but still lucky. In some channels and stagnant ponds of seawater aside, the water tastes really not as good as in the lake. Haha.

And the bag: This is obviously really a disaster. As one tries to do everything correctly, one shapes the way that nothing good, yet it fails in its Efforts. No idea what the Austrians had thought about it. I can still give a small improvement tip, or review a way to (time) damage, at least to limit, namely the one still in the bag still on the hook with a quick glance at its contents. At least you can then save again back and forth, running into the tent.

Sooo, as I have heard was Martin twice before running again. I have not yet moved, however. But is not that easy. For swimming I have no time this week, cycling either, and up and running is to think with my balls still not easy. So on Sunday morning is probably the first Training session again, with a casual bike ride. Too bad that I Zipp wheels again be required to return. Where - in practice I would not drive those things anyway. You know me. So what I do not like it. Poserei.

Speaking poses. Here comes in bold letters, a sentence that I have at kilometer 20 on the bike (and a few more times later), created in Klagenfurt respectful,:

AERO HELMET THAT BUT FOR STOPPING Pee!

I've almost died laughing when I saw it. Seriously, you know, that I do not believe in things. For me this is a waste of money. Very few professionals have the strength and discipline, the Head held so that they benefit from the egg cup. Because every time she left, right, or look down, brings the part is not only nothing, it is counterproductive. But what an athlete my performance class that is - or people who drive more times slower than one of us - that is and remains a mystery to me. Especially since these devices so you can hear from all sides, to be uncomfortable. And whether they provide the same protection as other helmets that seems to me questionable. So keep it maybe better than the new world record holder Chrissie Wellington, who drives namely also conservative.

Two days after the race with an electric boat, Beer and pizza on the Wörthersee. Life can be so beautiful - and a little exhausting! - Be

Speaking conservative: More and more I hear from people who have the race struggling with back problems. Maybe they should think again whether it really makes sense to go with a frame that demands her body things they have not trained. Anyone who drives an extremely cut frame that must be prepared with appropriate training of the trunk and neck muscles on something! Well, ultimately the decision of each individual. Only this: It is relatively normal-cut frame with drop bars and STI-circuit and Aero-essay and go with a regular helmet, the 180 miles under 5 hours - even if you renounced slipstream. I have experienced it myself - in Klagenfurt, and on my road bike.

See you at the barbecue this evening - or hear us in the coming days. A race to handle it a little.

Much love! Sincerely, Your mathias

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First review: Ironman Austria

Good people,

so now we have it all behind us. Unfortunately, I could send from Klagenfurt yet no report, because the press had their original degraded in the morning after the race already. And that Twitter has served only half, I apologize for it. But Anna was during the marathon just so nervous and excited that she has not done.

from left: The team, Axel, Martin, Mathias, Rainer - Andrea from Bergisch Gladbach (? A bright spot in the photo, or)

Martin was today unfortunately not his view of the things written down. So all I can go straight in medias res. But before I do, I would like to send very warm greetings and most of all a big thank you to Martin in Vienna - why, that is explained later in my race report.

A big thank you to Maik and Florian, have supplied the ticker on the blog great - even though Anna's comment (above) were missing at some point. Man, next time we have got to think of a cool live stream and helmet camera, right? But there will be a next time? Wait.

Juut, I begin this entry while I sit back in the car, and Anna Prince Rainer and I chauffeured the last 150 km to Hamburg. What shall I start with my race report? With the launch? Or, in the final preparations for our bikes in the Wchselzone when we four (Berlin-Axel, Prince Rainer, Martin and I) put us again in the arm, and wished us luck. Yes, it seems to me a good Moment to be:

The Neos has attracted to the hip, we took our bags (which is now our "Street Wear" was) and moved toward the truck, which should take up these bags. "Where is your bathing cap," asked Axel. The answer lay deep in the streetwear bags. Super, everything rausprökeln, tuck it under the cap Neorand and the rest back into the bag. Not three seconds later: "And your swimming goggles" Yep, everything back out of the damned plastic bag, glasses to the cap under the neo-Rand, and the rest back in his pocket. So, now everything was really important issue at the man bag and off to the swim start.

Just before the swim start in Transition: Axel, Mathias, Rainer, Martin (left)

Once there I could (subjective impression) clearly feel Martins tension. The court set out in the very purposeful way, as he pushed his way through the other athletes - or even freely admitted - a good starting place to get hold of. I even left it to tackle a little quieter - not quite as good swimmer, I thought I could start further out to fights to avoid it. Though without real success. For no sooner was the start, it went all along the starting line, whether it's right or Left Blog, no matter whether the first or even my fifth row, powerful to the point.

Because I am in such a mess feel very uncomfortable, I quickly tried to move further to the outside - felt by other swimmers also determined bad as I swam to the part just over on them. And others who turn to me. The good was, however, that you are not afraid of the water needed to swallow, because the water of the lake Wörthersee tastes really good.

After 1400 meters, the first huge red buoy. Unbelievable, what even at this stage of the race may still prevail for chaos. Although I am not the fastest in this discipline, but I invest but some energy so that I quite often hit the top, to get a quick look over the water surface and to guide me. This seems to be many other triathletes, however strange. This goes right over, left over, and immediately right again. (Apropos: In Roth we have on this just last weekend even seen an athlete who is almost 50 meters had swum across to the oncoming opponents before he was diverted from a kayak Driver - how can this happen?).

What you say about the swim course in Klagenfurt has is that it is quite entertaining. Only 1400 meters straight, then 400 links, 1200 back straight back and then the 800 meters is long, but only 5 m wide channel. Against this, however, it is really tight - and in it, depending on what time you arrive there, too. Since you can even ask the Prince Rainer, who thought he swims in the whirlpool. I myself can say so much, I felt very comfortable in the channel. For Osnabrück-Matthias (who arrived with his short-Christin - 1000 Thanks for your efforts and cheering!) And most of all Anna were now directly next to me. That gave me so much fun that I smile all the time and wave at every second arm stroke had - and also the first time swam really fast.

Mathias in the canal (photo: Matthias Fackler)

few minutes later was made the first stage. Due to the transition area, bag used "where it goes along?" Screamed, now and into the dressing tent. Get out of the Neo - sometimes no spasm in the calf, which I often times do otherwise! - For cycling shoes on, helmet, jersey over the brand new Skinfit running shirt (with whom I had already swum), zip, glasses on, again "when it comes along?" Called to obtain affirmative reply, out of the tent, back to the wheel, grabbed the hot device, and run, run, run. By my side suddenly Maria Martins, which I cheered like crazy, but also told me that her lover had been seven minutes away - whew, that was a lot of time. But anyway, that was swimming behind me, that race could now begin.

Magnificent 20 km out of the bike course to start at the Wörthersee along. And very quickly I have discovered a "Pa'a, and Martin, Mathes, Axel, Rainer" on the asphalt. I was in good spirits at this time, and also a Triabolos-athlete who apparently found it somewhat strange that I, as Hamburger greeted him - because he later bowed not, as I overtook him again and told him that we Hamburger but should hold together - could not change that. Cyclist to cyclist I passed on the left side, and so the ranks only as scurried past me.

found little later I see all the scenery did not appear more beautiful. Namely, at this very moment, when I registered that this was a wake-race fans here. Because at some point, I was the athlete, which I did not get rid of everything so quickly. And at some point even the tide turned. I arrived at the 200 meters in front of me moving crowd in the plane approached not from behind while another 30-strong force in team time fashion started up on me. I sold my skin, expensive, and above all honest! The receipt I got at the first serious mountain. Not only are these guys had put me there that had only - because they were just gone there in the energy saving mode to me - even more power for the mountain, in a low gear while I once again had to find me.

good that it was the first group that I - at least while cycling not looked back. On a long uphill straight easily with a little head wind I was able to continue my way (supposedly) forward on. That you can watch this way: right every 4 to 7 meters unravel an athlete like pearls on a chain, and squeeze the left I am, smoked up the legs. At one point I was then again a lonely furrow - until I far behind me (now slightly downhill) a big pile of athletes, of course, all in a row directly discovered. It did not take long, and covered all over with me. How awful is that?! I know I have to be a little quiet, sometimes I'm just too impulsive, but it was just the time reached where I am really annoyed.

For it is not just that you yourself alone out his honestly and force the skin, while others seek the one, and as described, even on the mountain then Körne spare. Even worse is that these 30 people all of falls right in front of one. This in turn means to the rules that must be overhauled to fall back! So I had to provide for the distance of 7 meters! And that in turn means I can move without resistance must be 30 people over, lift up 2 minutes, the legs, hands rest on the top link and do nothing! (Before we even started the overtaking 10 yards from the front, went to 1.5 meters away, and cared only 10 yards in front of him again - that was men's sport)

The just saw me so angry so that I colleagues have described not only as a slipstream drivers, they also advised that connect to their bikes but with rubber cables, but also (call me informer) I complained to the ride-competition judge. This woman I met half a dozen times by the way, and they always could see clearly because of my driving, I drove clean - which cost me but a lot of time (like this: your legs, upper arm). The

was then 150 km so on, and I squandered much energy bitching and discussions. Some scenes: A certain Kurt, who had admittedly been a noted penalty on his numbers, and always with two other people, 10 minutes after I pulled them over, but 200 meters ahead of them simply could not win further ground had to listen to me, that he would certainly not get the punishment for no reason or that when the other two I had happened, had been waiting for him. Of course, he swore at me in return, I asked what he wanted, and I should still just be quiet. (I could not)

A Kurt once hung about 3 feet behind me. As I turned and asked him, or because this is the required 7 meters in length, he said, smiling, "yes." At his tone of voice I could hear that he was in Cologne, and told him so. And because he had lied so blatantly, I did also, however, his tone and me in the second round anyway nothing mattered, I thought he would at least humor and should just stay behind me.

Another Times on the increasingly long headwind on the athletes waiting slightly increasing line, I passed back a hundred too close together propelled athletes. And suddenly one of these right moving guys jumped right on my rear wheel. "Until you crazy?" I fired him, turning round towards me, whereupon he with a questioning expression, "Why?" Stammered. "Because the wind shadow is go! Hau of off my back! "I hissed, which he implemented promptly. I could tell many similar stories. For example, the 20's by the group, which stood me in Rosegg, just before the mountain of the Matthias, happened. Could again / I had the feet . Lift When the boys reached the foot but the short hill, took the high and the feet, because none of them wanted to pull the troops up on. Within seconds, jam and I was - totally ripped - almost as a braking Auffahrtäter. Brakes, where you go really occur, will give gas!

group after Rosegg on the mountain. God be with you my last contact with her. (Photo: Matthias Fackler)

So be sheared off, and left over from the whole gang. Hardly reached the front, then back to the subject, because they again had a wind splitter. With the last air I'm Matt, who, like crazy a few feet away from I ran her, the story tells what he - shouted something moving, such as "Los Mathias - also with absolute power! And her lollipop from skin at last! "God, I had to laugh after all. That was very sweet. Alone, the others were not impressed by it. In the following rising passage, I could get rid of the guys anyway. And my now familiar a judge came up again. I told her that everything that I find very sad, what they thought they would do their best yet, and I would come but tend towards the front. "I know," I reply, "I will not complain about you tell me yes, I just need someone to Speeches. "

Two minutes earlier I had heard the way my acquisitions. But not from a Marshall, but by Martin. I had expected much further forward, so he was not noticed among the overtaken. We then talk briefly, and he said however that he would not even try to go with me, and so it was a short friendship meeting in the middle of the track. Towards the end of the bike leg, it was then very quiet around me. And when I jumped after 4:59 hours of cycling by the same down, I was actually very happy - but that feeling lasted only for a few seconds.

Because while I think for hours in wet Air standing feet ran barefoot over the hot asphalt of the transition area, I felt like replacing the skin under my right foot. Oh no, that must not be true. A look under the foot, I allowed myself in the change tent, made clear, however, it was true.

In fact my first thought was to stop easily. With such a bubble could run a marathon. And even more so I could not fulfill my expectations of myself. No idea why I did it, but I was still going on - just in the first few corners that led through the transition area to feel that it would not go. And if so, then very very slowly. Jogging, I would perhaps have, maybe. Rather trot. In any case, do not run.

Such was fresh out of the bubble after the race. difficult to photograph, so I tried to push them together

I can not tell you how disappointed I was at this time. No joke, I had prayed before the race that this time but please everything should run fine. But, the recipient of my request was probably something else in store for me. And I really wanted to, my coat, that is, small 3-minute head start before my Martin to sell at least for a good price. But all my expectations seemed to deal with the few seconds have done barefoot on the asphalt of the exchange zone.

mention now you have to add that the track has Klagenfurt total number of small twisty corners. Do not know 30? Given a passage of 30 meters, passing through a cross hanging in a meadow pool. I was able to occur so much, but in each of these corners and passages, and had thought it only a few feet from bad asphalt, I, I was tearing away the skin under the right foot - without anesthesia, or any alternative form of exercise, with the I could avoid that pain. When I

just 2 miles the first time in Anna, Maria, her family, Martin's family and Susanne and Thomas of fronds (which are also extra because of us traveled to Austria -! here 1000 Thanks for everything) came along, I was frustrated total, annoyed, had tears in his eyes. I found everything wrong. Had the organizers not to lay carpets in the transition area? If he had not at the race briefing at least once more to point out? Questions without answers. I found it all to howl. I would not walk that good marathon, and next to all those before me had already happened on the first 2 kilometers, it would take only a few more minutes, until Martin would rush past me. As slow as I was, would we do not even have time for a brief chat.

fact, it turned out differently. Somewhere between kilometers 10 and 17 - where the route included curves and donated a little less shade trees, I could catch me. And slowly but surely I picked up a reasonable pace. At the turning point after 17 / 18 miles, I met Martin and had about 3 or four minutes ahead. I saw him from a distance and fired at him - and he did well. At that time I had two thoughts. A good and a not so beautiful. That was not good so that Martin seems absolutely not on track to dream time, which I found very sad. The better was that there was at least a few kilometers would last until he caught me, because as I said I had become a bit faster, and at least make an absolute crap-race would.

As in any Ironman race again on my wrist: My start ribbon bearing the words "the will is everything!" And as I have often condemned when walking on it looked!

from meters to feet, I could now take up more speed (at least felt!), And although I from the beginning through every aid station was (which I would not have done without bladder and frustration, but the dream time was also with me long been botched), so you could, what is between the "aid stations" (Austrian) happening now truly be said to run. Somewhere at kilometer 21 on the hot west loop I had felt a little lost again, I came back to Anna and past the other, and that did really well. Anna sprinted beside me, and my whole view of their effort told me that I was finally doing well. At this time was Martin 8 minutes behind me, and sorry as I did for him that he would not achieve his dream destination, so I was sure that I will always from here would be stronger. It's damn funny how things change during such a race. But it's also exactly what I team in the Last year, I always said: you make a lot of ups and downs through such a day. And the important thing is to always preserve the peace. Phases come and go phases, good and bad, and by any need to.
had one moment I do not walk out from the change tent, and now, one and half hours and endless pain moments later, I felt tremendous confidence in me.

And now I come to Vienna-Martin: In a corner behind the transition area, right at the beginning of the run course, was a young man who cheered me specifically and incredibly positive. This we have now, of course, more often, because our names are even on the starting number. But something was particularly felt the I do. I thought he rouse me, because he saw that I had at the start of the marathon really urgently needed - and I had mentioned. At kilometer 10, the same game. Even then I was glad to see this guy, who had apparently been shot at me. (So what is my way to Zurich already happened once with a stranger viewers. As I was looking at every round out there again to come by, where a particular audience astray always friendly smile and tireless clapped.)

this audience in Klagenfurt has to, because he apparently just watched register, as is my condition, my looks and my body language changed. And when I at kilometer 27 on him came by because I was desperate at first glance - I believe - have significantly changed in a positive way. When I, 600 meters before the finish line and just before the big rain, again came to pass that, and I am the guy again saw that I was with an outstretched arm on him and wanted to show him with a nodding head and a knowing look that I thanked him. Now, in hindsight - see long comment last blog entry - I know it was our faithful blog readers, Vienna-Martin. And now I wonder if he has seen, that after my last salute to him in such high spirits and was happy that I am willing to an onrushing athletes from behind the inside lane of a curve left, because I first did not want me anymore torture on the narrow inside line, and 2 I am no longer the single place mattered, because I was so happy and satisfied that I had contact in the meantime this accursed race still can.

Martin, if you have noticed the scene just described, let tell you, neee, the guy caught me no more, I am for our last farewell run as fast and energetic, he has done it any more simple.

A two curves and, Chris Martin and 100 meters from the finish still be clapping, others friends no longer be perceived correctly, because the happiness beyond description was great, and hit the home straight. God, I was so happy that I - even had a different athlete, I would have easily can sprint, go first - for the first time in my life in an Ironman race. Then the one-meter high ramp (9:49 hours), and everything just colorful and bright and sparkling and light, and good humor, joy, happiness!

Then came Anna, and everything was even better. just as he had always promised it to her - And from the massage table, I saw on a large monitor, Martin (after 10:11 hours) to run with Jael his niece to the finish. That was great! I (was, my God, how difficult it?!) So by the bank and down wrapped in aluminum foil out in the rain to embrace him. It was a long road we went together - not just that day!

The rest was very cool. We waited in the massage tent on Prince Rainer (super performance of 10:37 hours in the first Ironman) and Axel (also very good 12:10 hours). For me, the time in this tent is almost always the most beautiful. There, eat and drink something, and you smile all the time. The workers and service people to smile back and everything is sunshine - even in the pouring rain of Klagenfurt.

Thus, the foot looks for 'Operation Hautweg "from

Juut, I think I've already written too much anyway - but suppressed a lot of thought - so that I stop for today times. If you like, then I write more on Wednesday or Thursday. Martin then you can contribute something, and I can let happen again a few basics in review.

for today but it must be rich. I hope you can fill with my view of things, some gaps in the live coverage from Klagenfurt.

And do not forget: Wednesday, 18:30 on the clock Altona Balcony, post-Ironman-grilling. Martin will be there, Prince Rainer, Dirk Radtke (in Roth was on Sunday at the start) and some other training partners and blog readers. Everyone please bring your food and drink for their own use! So

to Wednesday. Sincerely, Your mathias

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And bye-bye!

Good people,

so the last blog-words from Hamburg. It is almost 20 and I have clock (Hello Tim:) changed no cleats (I do not anymore), the wheel does not end finished off, and still not packed at all, I've done nothing right. OjeOje. First I am

namely swam today. Very comfortable 2,200 meters. I always went with the motion of Michael Phelps through the head. Have to watch your times on YouTube. Search for: "Michael Phelps, the body of the athletes' button, or simply here . There are about five parts, and they are well worth seeing - quite apart from whether the young man by any means which brings in or not. Well
has helped me to visualize, however, not very much. Somehow I came as fast or too slowly through the water as usual.

Later that day I said the way to Martin: "Boy, today I was the fastest in the pool." His answer: "Yes, it was pretty empty there, right?"
Yes so what do you do with a good friend, old friends, dear people? Grummelgrummel.

then Martin is already gone the way today with Maria to Heidelberg, where a stop in the house of his Parents appeal. Thus the long run is spreading it around. We must unfortunately go in one sitting.



drained pedaling on the dike

Hardly that Martin had left (with Anna's bike in the luggage), I was swinging on my Basso. I had the box with the wheels and new brake pads but definitely try yet. As I always say: Dear nothing left to chance. I had already seen the stickers on the wheels. After about the giver, they should be stuck without a gap, because she ah go down so easily. In fact, Anna and I with our Four Hands minutes pushed and pulled, until we finally had a pack finish. You never would have got in the race with shaky hands down alone. Never!

so you can put on the bank where I had an appointment with Bergedorf-Björn. Nice relaxed ride we wanted, and we are then. The enclosed film should convey the fun and relaxed attitude really. Only later did we have any time for 8 to 10 minutes is up. The name was then also 48 cases. And bammm, I was back in the bucket. Herrjee. So on the way back housewife pace. Juut, I was so shaken up again, and now we have to wait and rest.

Eat well et non! With zippers, each wheel to the rocket - at least visually

for tomorrow's trip, we already have rice salad and 9 (twenty nine) huge steak from the butcher ready. Since I am now on it already and thieves. Munching away with it. It will probably go here as early at 6 clock. As in the previous blog reported, we (ie Anna) try to put the race on Twitter. This should really be for you a wicked thing. And for those who own an iPhone, or any other mobile phone of the newer generation, it might even be super easy, because you can then get the short messages to mobile phones. If it is a link dranhängen, simply click on it and you will (usually) a photo.

Other interested parties can look . For those who want to only look at the blog, will try to Maik noon, the Twitter stuff, copy & paste as comments to post to the blog.
@ RoadrunnerHH alias Florian: From noon it would be great if you could take that!

should therefore know all know, is there anything here in Klagenfurt Sun I will also try to blog down there one or twice, but this can not promise that I do not know if I find an Internet access - and if I (for example, after the Race) moving at all, or somewhere like to go! We'll see.

So, then I would still say hello to Gabriella. Of course I remember (and Martin probably also). We're happy you're still at it. And the Transalp is a fine thing - but also very hard. I am now driving it twice and it's really not a trifle. You said yes there have fewer problems - low weight, high power, a lot of stamina, so you can take it on!

Jutchen what to say? Nothing more, it must start now slow.

So listen to us!

Sincerely, Your mathias