Symphony of endorphins.

He counts himself not to Topläufern, it is Achilles' fan Mirco very ambitious. Sometimes he is so good at it, that he is wondering about himself. As a reward, there is then a nap with the kids.

 

Saturday morning, the world is sleeping the sleep of reason. I wake up and know: Just Getting Started! Ten kilometers endurance are now loose on the program. Crap, the neck hurts a little! No matter! From the fresh air. I feel like Bruce Wayne, when he created Batman costume. Still a few minor details, then sit back Pelleport sausage perfectly. Music and stopwatch, it goes from the post office!

DDP
Runner (in Berlin's Tiergarten): Great experience

The cool morning air is my lungs and my slippers welcome. Today I leave it a little bit faster approach, let's see what happens in the best stuff in it. The miles fly past me, if you where at a snail's pace of flying can talk. Five kilometers, I look at the clock and in fact: under 35 minutes. The right direction so slowly but surely.

With stolzgeschwellter breasts, I prefer to the first
Schleicher floor over. They are just under their blankets cuddle hervorgekrochen, but already on the phone. Short sight control, the time is still okay. Today, I want the 60-minute mark closer.

Approximately 250 meters ahead of me so I can marvel at a crazy runners like me. Now I have a hare. After about one kilometers, the coward, but a hook and disappears on the power Enz. nothing but high spirits colleague asked me on silent soles yet again.

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?

Even two and a half miles to your destination and the last two of them is only the hill. The cold sweat on my body hero signaled me: "You're slow then at the limit, wa." Somehow the message it wants but not to create awareness. Deep breath and high up the hill! The new PB (personal best) is already tangible.

Something is still strange. In fact, I gasp at the gum the last hundred meters altitude, but with every step I feel better. Ha,
Endorphins, it gives it does!

I'm DarkWing Duck, the shadows of the night durchflattert! Yoda, the green Wicht, but has no idea because of the power flow, and so! I am so full of energy that I could burst! With the last conviction, I can force myself to just talk, the little boy on his scooter-up of same is not to kick, even though he informed me of his pesthauch-like exhaust plume once the necessary bitter breath away at the mountains.

The brief phase of aggression is due to exhaustion and lack of oxygen condition, but soon over. When the concentration of oxygen in my lungs again reached acceptable levels, clears the fog a little bit again. Hammering music from MP3 player, the patsch the noise of my steps, and the wheezing of my lungs to a mix hypnotic symphony of endorphins.

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.

With a slight tunnel vision I reach the last flat section before the final target increase. Breathing, eye control, PB, I'm the same here! 75 minutes, done! Best all around two minutes improved. "And do not forget, at various traffic lights, you have to once again have two minutes fritter! The 60 crack you soon," whispered to me in an inner voice to Fieberwahn.

As in a trance Dehne I am still a little, and rings for air. Suddenly even the reporting of two and a half kilometers in consciousness: "age, you're done, you throw away." So, off to the local heat.

Angel I Just floating on the doorstep and reports proudly finished my day's work. Consent and good will receive me. But now out of the sausage skin, just the physical shell with the aid of water is restored and the fluid balance again.

The fatigue state is increasingly difficult to deny the endorphins have their feast celebrating the end too. Fortunately, our little after lunch always tired quickly and may the weekend afternoon with Dad hold. Two and a half hours later we both wake up again and are quietschfidel.

With a bit of distance and relaxation, I prefer balance. Conclusion of this "loose", operation: PB! There's more, the 60-minute mark to break, is not so unrealistic. Joe Cocker, Konstantin Wecker and Martin Semmelrogge would rush me to this condition certainly envy. And all this without skull hum after waking up.

More adventures of Achilles' race-readers, there is
Achim-Achilles.de.