-Andrea authority sought.

The form is in the basement, the motivation on the ground, but Achim Achilles has only time for child minding. When trying, his wife of the necessity of training to convince them he regularly fails - now need professional help her.

 

Mona understands nothing of the torments of her current husband. The contests come closer, only the form is nothing to be felt.
Training plans to make me afraid. At times, when I can, should I make things that I do not want. If I use the word "submaximal" in plan view, I suddenly bad. I suffer from allergy and Submaximal Anaerobic-phobia. I have time and feel like my intestines from the body to run is closed.

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Educator in child care: No Time to Train

Brad Pitt has a personal coach, I fear
Ferropolis. My life is a sandbox: The form is a tins and buckets. Because I am not just after training, I consult the literature: The solution is brutally simple: to train several times a day. Sagt
Jan Frodeno too. Okay. Pentecost is ideal for a double dose of exercise units. A round of morning walk, breakfast, just lie down again, then two hours on the road bike in the bathtub, in front of the TV and slowly sink.

Super plan. Unfortunately only for singles. This life is not unattractive, I shortly after the German unification ended. Now I have children and especially Mona, one of those women who constantly have to prove how modern they are. This includes the sharing of childcare: Am I the morning hours alone in the forest, for whatever reason, gets Mona childless afternoon hours credit. This means that if I spent three hours a day practicing, I have three hours bespaßen children. Alone. Mona meanwhile goes to Andrea.

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?

What do you do with children so long? We could watch television. And then a great trip to McDonald's business, with delicious junior bag, fun toys and climbing prison. Since I can at least doze. Unfortunately would lynch me Mona. I must make it clear that they must decide: Do you want a trained man or do you have a nanny as a guy? Even. Also missing me any qualification. In Hansen's kindergarten is debated whether the three-year-olds not long ago with Chinese would have to begin. I notice that the small balls first learn to run backwards, is considered macho nonsense dismissed.

The fact is: My training time must be out of the care budget. But it explains how a wife of the training scheme has no clue? Mona goes to hearing, cooking by color and recognizes the refrigerator after Yin and Yang A. If I have hunger, there is only soy.

Mona just pureed tofu, as I heranschnurre. "That looks delicious, but," I say. Brilliant Overture. 'Deck' the table, "my wife bids. I cumulated capital of sympathy that I uncomplainingly the plates spread. "Could I tomorrow morning for training?" I asked gently. "If you half to nine with buns are back," Mona replied. "My training says that the evening I still need to train times," I fib. "What training?" Asked Mona, "the did you even invented yet."

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.

Unfortunately, it is right. I count not as an authority. I need an expert as an ally, at best an expensive. Like Mona. If the half-day with a towel-turban herumläuft, under the highly explosive chemicals britzeln, then she always says: Did Andrea said. Andrea is Frisöse, deals with chemical weapons on women's hair and is Monas allies. The two giggle incessantly. Hair cut lasts no more than a quarter of an hour, but the hour is giggling around. Afterwards Mona comes with a wheelbarrow full hair chemicals at home, a Prosecco Schwips and leergesaugter debit card. Then she wraps a turban. "Did Andrea said ..."

I need a Andrea, an authority that I can push everything, which is expensive and long. Maybe I should look again afford a coach. Although: Will I be monitored? Will I get my miserable little life skiers disclose? I have mountains of me make up new excuses. Other hand: "Andrea said ...", is the Killer Application.

Mona klirrt around in the sink. Probably they just zerdeppert my favorite glass. "Clipboard has said, I must on weekends twice a day to train," I say casually. Mona puzzled looks on. "He trains you about?" Asks them lurking. Not yet, I think, but that Mona does not know. "He takes hold only the best," I reply.