Good people,
that was maybe a week. No, does not think that you, I've been training a lot total. Also, the reverse is not true. At least not in the form that I have little training, because I was lazy - as has occurred here and there ever been in the past.
me my ambition has rather an old but beloved sport once again to exercise, total slowed, if not stopped brutal. What happened?
Two weeks ago, I had to Andreas Pufal (a gifted graphic artist, has designed my business cards) to talk about the fact that he goes out and play with some friends for badminton (in the following spring ball). He said that the others would beat him always, and the worm him a little. I again reminded me of my years of youth when I had badminton played in the club, and my time at the German Sports University in Cologne, where badminton (known there, of course, badminton), one of my three main priorities was and where I was also an instructor certificate had made.
the sport I ever really like to had made, I thought that this was but once a good opportunity for my old hammer (the name of Wilson mitn bat), who has over 10 years languishing behind a cabinet in my youth room to get to Hamburg. What a machine. Of course, full-carbon. Haha, the first parallel to our sport. Being here, is that the choice of the material is completely secondary, if not vote the other components such as technology, strength and conditioning!
So then I packed two weeks ago, when Anna and I were in Hückeswagen, the hammer, and wanted to give Andrew a little more punching technique. On Wednesday it was ready. I had been looking forward to days, like a toddler to the chocolate pudding (that reminds me that I still have three of them in the fridge!). So let into the network and off we went.
Rummer, Buff, Piff, Paff, Hetz, sweat, Uff. Slowly it dawned on me again about how hard this sport is. And actually I was already clear that at least the right buttock was hurt (by the eternal lunges forward to the net) at least two days. Well, it was a little different.
fact, I could give Andrew a little something. In fact, too, my timing over the last decade had dwindled somewhat. Was enough anyway, so what's. However, I must honestly admit that showed, for example, my left calf after about 40 m. plain fatigue - that is, because if a ball high across the back to their own baseline, flies from the right-rear leg pulls the trigger bounces /, in the air strikes, and then again with his left front foot comes up, then to immediately move forward towards network. Clear? No matter.
Mathias with a backpack on the way towards Ahrensburg for drinking coffee - and cake-eating, right!
Long story short Sense: The powerful have fun. However, did not only the right buttock pain then, but also the left, then the left and right calf, the impact shoulder (right), the right forearm (rotation movement to bat acceleration) of the neck, deep back muscles, and even the oblique abdominal muscles forward right - so actually everything! And not two, but for an impressive three days! Oops!
reason and only reason, I could not train properly in the past week. When I finally was able to move halfway back pain, the feeding cup to his mouth - no, this is really exaggerated - so I was able to go half-way free of pain, there was already Saturday, and I agreed with Dirk and running.
So Saturday morning, 8:30 in the clock running shoes and go towards Alster. As Dirk was waiting with a friend (Simone), and off we went. Beautiful weather, wonderful humor, wonderful stories, with whom we talked non-stop Simone (O-Ton: ". When I speak, I find that things are not as strenuous before") and wonderful Hamburg, the unit made of pure joy. As Simone Dirk and I left after 10 kilometers (when I had a good 15 miles on the clock), Dirk is still with me jogging towards Altona - and back again, when I was in the shower stood. It was simply the perfect day started.
Aah, at this point, another video of Silvermoon, which Dirk Emulation Links just over:
On Sunday, I further from badminton recover, I'm still the same, then rose on the wheel. Wonderfully, my little black Basso. Nice cozy picked by the four-country, at my favorite tree with a delicious apple and continue towards Ahrensburg, with half-way toward me my former colleague Ben. Together, we are nice and quiet then cycled to him, where his family and Anna were waiting with coffee and cake on us.
Ben with cow-pattern shirt and a blue-Eddy Mercx wheel somewhere behind Großensee
So that's seen as a nice conclusion of a sporting exciting week:
Monday: nüscht
Tuesday: mental preparation for spring ball-Wednesday
Wednesday: Badminton
Thursday: hospital
Friday: Almost worse than Thursday
Saturday: 2:10 running, 20 km
Sunday: 2:40 hours cycling, 75 km
Total: Let's say 5 hours (not counting spring ball)
Juut, now the weather is bad, the golden September seems to be over. It's in a hopefully beautiful October. Despite lousy weather
first, I hope, still get out on a jog. More likely in the evening.
Otherwise, I must inform you that next week I do not will train. There are reasons. Nevertheless, I will next week report back here with it if it is telling perhaps not sooo much. Let's wait. You never know.
follows in this sense, the practice wisdom of the Week: Do not play spring ball, when a few weeks later pending a serious triathlon race!
Sincerely, Your mathias
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