Winter is always a bit tricky. It is often cold and wet, the days have more dark hours than light, and many a folded sometime in the months from October to March once the store down ', so to speak.
It is not always easy to motivate yourself for training, yes, even getting up from falls and pretty hard when you know that out-zero temperatures, snow, mud and a free ticket to a nice cold have the supremacy.
In such moments come like once questions about the meaning of life on, and sometimes you can not help it that everything is a little too much and spilling up over it. The comparison with the barrel is actually quite good ...
I do not think anyone is really against such "attacks" immune. I had my last one shortly after my first arrival in training camp on Fuerteventura. Less than five hours after landing, we had dinner, and the dining room of our hotel was full of ... Triathletes.
Yes, it is true, for it would be more than impolite to use here at the outset the definition that I recently gave a friendly biker to these athletes, among whom I count myself so well,: grim pickets without each Sense of humor.
When I discovered the sport for me because it was a whole new world of fun, joy and passion in the thing itself and during the last few years, I managed almost always very good, retain this. And I lived in the belief that it would like most other triathletes. Why, then, and I wonder still operate most of their "hobby" in a way where all the fun is lost, any joy? Why is it necessary to gaps and to constantly hang with sports clothes and Finisher-shirts, to speak at the dinner only lactate, Watt and carbon and both beautiful in the heart rate monitor to keep the eye to calculate the calories burned?
I could run further, but that does not belong here her now. To cut a long story short, after five minutes in this circus came to me for the first time associated doubts whether I had chosen me for the right career. I asked very simple: you want to really belong to this circus? This was a totally new experience for me because previously I was always very sure of my cause.
This condition continued after the training camp still a good three weeks. Three weeks, which were peppered with a bunch of new experiences - in sports, the home, and in general. And at some point I realized that this period of reflection was not even that bad, because: I wondered for the first time in my time as a triathlete, why was I so excited about this sport. What was the impetus behind it all? Why do professional sports?
Spring has meanwhile also made his entry, while I'm preparing for a second trip to Fuerteventura. The temperatures are rising, the sport is going back out there and take more with less thermal layers, and eventually became clear to me: because there is simply nothing better for me in this world!
I am not about to "stronger" than others or they are "too . Defeat a good race is a great thing, but my best races I've always had when I went just for me - without any thought to other athletes around me to waste It's about to move me to. the fresh air to be to work with my body -. and together in my role as coach of course with other athletes, and therefore it is for me, meanwhile, no longer an issue whether I'm on the right track or not - the question is how I bestride
Although inform some of my fraternity may feel a bit jostled -. you please take themselves less seriously, it no one doubts that you and the Free. are the hardest when it rips in the aero bars on your carbon Eisbudenschüsseln through the area. But please: turn back and again and again. Laughs once about something that have nothing to do with triathlon - you will see, it's worth it.
In this sense - good training to all of you. I'll get back "from the island.
Sincerely,
Fabian
