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farewell tour

It's so far. In 2010, at least in sporting terms, approaching the end for me. A week from today will I already have a bag, pack, Fiat and Bikes in Spain - after a long and hopefully problem-free driving, I will once again be in Pineda de Mar on the lower end of the Costa Brava and at the top of the Costa de Maresme at the hotel.

My goal? The same as last year: the Challenge Barcelona, a triathlon over the full long distance.

this summer I had some before in sports - many things went well, the season's climax in Copenhagen, but unfortunately I had fond memories. Thanks to a technical fault I did not even see the finish line - a pity that the pretty race.

Thus the challenge remains for me in Barcelona as a further attempt retrieve my pro license. And what can I say? I am no friend of forecasts and the like. And why? If I have learned in my time on the long distance a little, so that that such a race is never routine. On the 226 miles can happen so very much, good and bad - but it can never be predicted.

I think a long distance triathlon has much in common with a climb up a high mountain: no one rushes to the summit, shouting to the world that one is up and running with fists raised back down. The mountain would take revenge - it takes respect. Respect for the power inherent in a mountain of respect for the mountain itself Sneak is high, thanks that you could do it - and sneaks down again before being noticed.

There is always something special to run across the finish line of a long distance. And I think that a little worse things can happen when you forget that this - that you lose the very essence of the triathlon, the actual thought behind it, about personal wishes, goals and misplaced ambition in mind.

If I can say at the end of this one way or the long, arduous and painful day: that was the maximum, everything today was not - then I will be satisfied. And the farewell tour for this eventful year enjoy it.

In this sense I wish you all a wonderful season - and those who have managed to conquer a spot in Hawaii, I wish all the best. Well, then - see you soon!

Sincerely,

Fabian

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A short report

It happened again and again that things one had imagined in advance well, nice and colorful, go horribly wrong. The Copenhagen Challenge for me was such a thing. Well, three days after this experience, I am still wondering what exactly went wrong where, what ever happened - but I ahead of myself.

good nine months this year, I took time to get ready for my season highlight. Long units in the pool in winter, many hours in the gym, long endurance training in all weather conditions for walking and cycling ... the list is long. My form has been increasing steadily in recent weeks, the individual races that I, as a preparation for the big day-X "contest, went better and better, culminating in a start-to-wire victory at the Short-Distance in Zurich, that is a form of triathlon, which is not at all to me. Copenhagen was able to come.

The conditions surrounding the race were two things: fantastic and catastrophic. Fantastic organization, the volunteers, the atmosphere around the event - I have never experienced anything! Disastrous weather on the day before the race - rain and wind, as they no longer had in Copenhagen for 35 years. Or for fifty - the media were not in agreement. The transition area in ruins, and sometimes up to half a meter flooded, the team had their hands full, put everything back in order before were ready to make the 1,700 athletes nervous on Sunday morning their equipment. All this worked perfectly.

Then the swim start. The water at the Amager beach was quiet as a pond, a little wind blew from the north - I plunged into the water and felt the circling of the first buoy already pretty lonely. After about a kilometer we found ourselves in a group of three at the top - I still can not describe how sensational felt that. Literally for years I had been waiting for this moment: a long-distance race, the start of the swim course - be up front!

War I in my previous long-distance triathlons in phasing out of the water is always a little dizzy feel, so this Sunday was no trace of it - I could losdrücken from the beginning, as if there were no tomorrow. A quick sprint through the transition area, glasses, helmet to and from his bike Until then everything was fine ...

I had not a hundred yards back down on the bike, so closed, not even both shoes, I noticed that my front wheel felt unusually soft. Of the previously pumped into twelve o'clock bar no trace - and here at the start line no opportunity to get at! The shock went deep, and while I still bangs on the first bridge on Amager beach, I decided, if possible, to the first aid station at kilometer to drive thirty to patch where the front tire and move on.

So it was only once, to find your own rhythm, something to eat and then increase the tempo. I had my PowerBar bars yet half away as it hissed at me - the front wheel, my first thought was, of course!. But that should not be - it was my rear tire, which burst open, not even me after two kilometers of the bike course easy. Not a hundred yards was a Race Marshal, where I stopped. The front wheel had meanwhile also become noticeably softer - two flat feet I would not mend. What to do? roll on carbon rims, worth over four thousand francs over bad roads to the next aid station? While I myself over trying to deny everything, I realized that the race for me was over before it had even begun.

What had happened? My tires were in the morning in order. Maybe at night storm had plenty of sharp sand and shell fragments through the transition area and on the streets so flushed that I said this is the death blow - I can explain it to me otherwise.

for me to say it now: look ahead, go ahead and hopefully someday understand the meaning behind it all.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those who thought of that day to me and helped me. Here on the internet with names to throw me I will refrain from doing - those who are concerned to know this. Thank you in these bitter hours me being there.

Sincerely,

Fabian

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Back on Track

start to the season 2010 in Kirchbichl was a picture-perfect event: fantastic weather, great people, a hard track. In short: It could hardly be better. Still, I could tell in the two days after that I was anything but pleased with myself. Sure, a podium finish in the Agegroup is not to be sneezed at, but - if you actually know that you can do better, then the third rank is no longer just as glorious. So I would have to actually look forward to the race in train, which last Sunday, the 13th June on the stage went. But I did not - I was associated with a mood at the start, the meat would have been able to preserve. At present I were still the last, not just pleasant memories of the event, and the very top as it floated the idea of Zytturm Triathlon 2008: cold and wet conditions were the companions of the day and I gave not even begin to deliver an excellent performance. And this year: cold, wet, gray ... My motivation was anything but exemplary.

Lake Zug presented with nice 18 degrees (we were told), and my teeth chattered, before I even completely in the water. I was already getting stupid even before - I did not want. Only shortly before the start I could I admit that I simply was afraid to be a recurrence can bring what I wanted - but there was just time for a little prayer to a higher realm crashed, then it - and we were on the road.

Never before had I suffered in a triathlon an asthma attack - so I could celebrate after about 200m a small premiere. I had the feeling to nip this time really, but at the same time knew that behind me, other athletes swam to which the matter was over, and on one dive I did not want. So it was said that somehow deal with this problem - which I managed against all odds and conventional medicine. I began to calm and to attract technically focused, to breathe the same time as low as possible - and realized at once that I have the two previously leading athletes not once, but could overtake it. And so I found myself at the top and realized once again that yes, there it feels good!

I managed to be the first to come out of the water - without much advantage, but for the first time that day back on course now I wanted to know! From the transition area, beyond the paving stones on the road - we found ourselves very quickly in a threesome at the head, later the overall winner Beat Widmer, Urs Müller from my Agegroup and me. So we chased after the bike. I had done it before - even in my best races I was not yet managed to stay front of it. This time I allowed myself but neither shake nor anything else - the last five kilometers before the second shuttle could bring myself to the top. And even for the second time that day being first into the transition area - what a feeling!

Right at the start of the run course overtook me but my two "companions" of the bike course - Beat Widmer ahead at a pace which was grown on this day really no cure. Urs Müller little slower ...

After 500 meters I found myself, as I have the victory in the Agegroup afterwards mourned - how beautiful it would have been. And I was angry - at myself in the first place. I was still nearly 10 kilometers from me - The chance to decide, then, the race in the running for me. And so I got on. Two miles we ran side by side, three more had I held the lead - until I realized that my opponent was obviously at the limit. It may be something in common, but stopped in the moment when I first time groaning with the effort, I knew - I can win. And moved away.

succeeded after some bitter failures on the route it to me this year to win my Agegroup and fighting in the standings to second place (Yes you have to increase still can) - what a day! When I think of how he started ... But it probably has everything for a reason. I am grateful that there are so came, as it has just come!

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all who have supported me - the pace of team sports at the forefront, your cheering was a hit!

My special thanks go to Barbara Krähenbühl, who sent me this great photo of me in the transition area. What a beautiful memory!

Well, now - it goes on. Full steam ahead - in Murten, on Sunday.

Sincerely,

Fabian