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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