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Previously, on the road to the summer holidays or to Opatija Bibione or the Baltic Sea, was the backseat of our Opel Kadett littered with dozens of MCs (music cassettes for all those who were born after 1985). Today it all fits on a memory chip the size of my fingernail.
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That is also very handy, but those stupid memory cards are so tiny that they can not label. Even if it could, like the Vietnamese rice painter, to a desire on the Buddenbrooks in a grain jasmine rice engrave, it could be without a scanning electron microscope, not read. And that can be easily confused dwarfs.
Instead of the latest
Motivational songs by The Prodigy and Rage Against the Machine, I took on my run today accidentally collected Durchhaltevermögen music for long car trips by son I bring. A journey through time in seven rounds.
Kilometers 1: "Hurray, hurray, the elf with the red hair ...". Such a goblin, makes nonsense of the louder and then comes cheeky, I had me as a second-grader also always wanted. Now I have two of them, son I and II's son, also always invisible when I want them together shit. And I was burning wish as my peace.
FRIENDSHIP WITH ACHIM
Heinrich Völkel / Ostkreuz
Germany's cult runner is now in one of the largest communities on the web: Visit Achim on Facebook, will be his fan and never miss his columns or more readings. On Twitter you can also live, so what else is driving Achim: sweating or Training tails?
Km 2: "In an unknown Laaaaaand ...". Willi - that was my identification figure, and still is until today. Dick, glasses, slowly. And I openly admit it: I'm a fan of Karel Gott, especially this geknödelte "L" has been my eye: "Maja flies by IHRA Wäääääält, shows us what it gefääääält."
Km 3: "Heidi, Heidi, your world, Be-produced." The goats Peter is actually the first mountain runner of all time. As with his goats on the pastures jogs, which would be a case for the Jungfrau Marathon. With age I have always wondered whether what each other had the Heidi and Peter.
Km 5: "Hey, hey, Wickie, hey, Wickie, hey." I see stars sometimes, but not when I rub my nose, but if I am jogging again too long for my Garmin navigation device and then watch accidentally against a lamppost run.
Km 7: "An island with two mountains ...". Jim Knopf, Augsburger Puppenkiste. I have constantly to the small, fast, black Kenyans think. Again, I identify myself with a minor character: Mr. Tur Tur, sham giant. I'm a sham Sprinter: From afar, I seen quickly, but if you come closer, I will always slower.
ACHILLES-NEW BOOK
Finally, it is so far: Germany's runners have the perfect excuse for the tedious pace of training to tails. You must first of Achilles-the new book. Germany's funniest amateur runners has its columns to a new piece of forest and meadow run literature zusammengetackert: "Learn to walk without suffering" is available now in a good assortment of ramps and remains in blogs shop. The question "Can you actually run without having to suffer?" Achim normally answered philosophically: "You can, but it is not fun anymore." The 224 pages in the pocketbook is strong Heyne-Verlag and costs 7,95 Euro.
Km 8: "Those who participated in the shot clock, it's really too late ...". The Pink Panther. When people run this is my text for each Km through the head.
Km 10: "Now all the puppets dance ...". The Muppetshow. I would really like an animal on drums. But after an hour walk today, I feel like the Waldorf and Stadler. Only twice as klapprig.
So travel through time is something wonderful. Some songs come to me almost in tears before emotion. But my first action after the return is, the memory card in mobile zurückzutauschen again. There is a heart to the soft, deeply emotional song by Rage Against the Machine, to me through each hole helps motivation: "Killing in the name of! Yeah! Come on! F *** you, I will not do what you tell me! Motherf *****! Uggh! "
More adventures of Achilles' race-readers, there is
Achim-Achilles.de. More stories of Laufsau see
here.
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