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Of the many problems that are between me and an athletic achievement, it is the largest one with a good Hohlorgan liter capacity. No, not the brain, I'm not a Walker. It's vesica urinaria, a similarly vicious lady as Mona. This storage bag is simply not robust, he winselt even after 300 milliliters to discharge, although there is still room for almost two Halbe is. The bag called bladder is almost in the geographical center of the runner appropriate, a physiological Bebra and there is a constant source of
Embarrassment and inconvenience.
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Active runners: Early high, fast in the bush
The good intention of the new year, often times the morning to run, thanks Vesica is under pressure bestialischem. For an Obama-moderate fitness program before breakfast works only with the help of drugs. I röchele with the Italian coffee plant to bet ringe the zero machine
an espresso, and dump a sip of milk to what blasenstandsmäßig not a 100 milliliter means. Before emptying louder afraid I drink coffee on the loo.
Outside, then the shock moment: male abdomen, protected only by a touch of function fiber, is used by cold shock. First perceived pressure, totally baseless. Apparently there is a conspiracy against the body. The Wade whispers to the bladder: "Today we leave him once again jump into the green, still the best in his own front garden." Prustend bubble says: "Maybe we can get him in the stairwell." The Wade nods enthusiastically. And I put a biorhythm is not provided for in the Sprint, to it at least until the first tree to create.
In braggarts bars such as the "Schumann's" in Munich regulars get a brass plaque on her desk space mounted. I am also a regular guest. I would at every tree that I have in my life watered runners, such a panel bolt would have to finance a global crisis brass. Especially as winter water haircut with a special size should be rewarded. Because Pinkeln at minus degrees is also a psychological torture.
For four years, he writes his columns, is now a cult runner Achim Achilles online - with its site-www.Achim Achilles.de. The portal provides the millions of runners in this info, tips and fun - for beginners as professionals run. The vibrant community of runners exchanged last wisdom from a half-dozen expert advice free of charge. Always according to the motto of the best-selling author Achilles: "Running, suffer, laugh, live."
The Auslassstutzen seems to inwards winter morning to attempt to draw. Probably the guy collaborated not only with the calf, but also with other parts of the body; he verkriecht is jedenfalls. On summer days, it is quite good in the hand, in January on the other hand, he has plenty of finger outlet. That is the pressure drop dramatically. The aircraft would now oxygen masks fall from the ceiling. The art is in any case is not on the shoe lace to trickle, but in between. Fortunately, no wind. Back on the track. Running is not a pure joy to the time of day, but still better than open-Pinkeln.
Vesica has obviously greatest joy from never completely empty. The coffee also expresses. And the cold draws. No 500 meters later in Bebra again. If it's quiet, you can hear the bubble giggle. And Wade prusten. I threatened them both with organ donation. But they do not care.
ACHILLES 'SHOP
New: 2009 race calendar
Audiobook: The Walker-hater manifesto
Classics: The race adviser
Standard work: Verses
I've tried everything at Harnkampf, 48 hours consequent dehydration, for example. The lips bröseln while away before the drought, but in the bladder store still stocks enough to me to torture. Probably I am perceived urination. Actually, the reports did not bubble, but I bilde I am. As a result, however, it is the same: I could have back.
But this can not I get small. I prefer the guts to bow under the ribs and just keep walking. But the bubble can not get. She wants the power struggle. Like Mona. Without content, just like that, on principle. Well, I do so again in the turn and turn into green. "Drop on wood" - who has sung more times? Eddie Floyd? Is Time for a remix. With a Klospülung as an intro.
Fascinating how you can run slowly if you stop to herumlungert trees. Tomorrow I will be my bladder to its knees, guaranteed. Yes, I can.
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