Archive for May, 2009

Strong as a team

Monday, May 4th, 2009

Despite the confusion that was caused by the marathon organisers, as a team we can be very satisfied with our first Austrian championships race. On Sunday, after Chris, Vinz and Jörg had already left, I was summoned upon the podium to take the medals for Vice Champions at the Austrian Marathon Championships in the team race. Because I was the fourth fastest (or slowest) runner in our team, I was not classified but, to be frank, I quite enjoyed it up there with the champs.

Being the second fastest marathon team in Austria (more…)


A hard day’s work at the Salzburg marathon

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009


I knew it after 3 ks: this was going to be a tough race. Whenever on such occasions my feet aren’t running by themselves, I know that it is going to be a hard and long, long way to the finish line. I hadn’t felt well all through the week before the marathon and never really managed to translate my planned marathon speed into one of my training runs before the event. Thus, I didn’t have high expectations for the run but little did I know how difficult it was going to be.
I had planned for a speed of 4:00 min/km but too soon I realized that this was just a dream. Still the first half marathon went quite well with 1:25:39 hrs (4:04 min/km) but with the temperatures rising, my speed declined very soon into the second half, clocking in at about 4:10 after 23 ks and deteriorating to 4:15 at 25 ks. With 17 ks still to run, my stomach started to churn and I had to stop and seek the bushes: diarrhea. It was terrible and a very difficult situation. My feet started to cramp and I found it very hard to gather speed again. It turned out, however, that it was a good decision to stop and get the bad stuff out of my body. At least, I could keep up my former speed and thus I continued, still struggling, though, along. Every kilometer seemed to be too long and the heat didn’t make things better. It was a tough run, a real struggle, and all I was running for was to see the finish line. Little did I care about the time anymore, just trying hard to set one foot in front of the other, doing my best to get enough fluid into my body, hoping that it would keep it. (more…)