Trial training – vacation in top form

Hach, province-you have conquered my triathlon heart, and at noon! I greet you warmly from the sunny south of Germany, but my dear colleagues at Berlin’s Franz-Mehring-Platz will put a good time. As you write, edit, lay routes and make the “ND” fit for the next 80 years, I cycle along Moselle and Saar with my wife – and I discover fantastic conditions for the next trial training on my vacation.

Because one thing is certain: it can be trained better in every small town of small town than in Berlin. If you don’t believe it, go to Remich in Luxembourg or Idyllic Saarburg and experience how a large-scale Pankower would-be triathlete pass your eyes over in the face of the water worlds in the province. Where you have to fought bitterly in the chlorine basin of the capital for the sovereignty between the lines, I relax here relaxed – disturbed at most from a chatty lifeguard or a pensioner who rolls through the water with pool noodle.

Trial training

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ND editor Jirka Grahl tries something new, at the start of triathlon. 1500 m swimming, 43 km bike, 10 km run. On September 14th. is a competition premiere: at Fehmarn triathlon.

It is incredible: the sun always seems always, the coffee at the kiosk comes from the espresso machine, and terrifying how friendly the outdoor pool staff is: »Welcome! What can I do for you? Of course I have a few hand paddles to borrow! Do you also need a sweater? No problem!”

Pullbuoy, that is that bulky, wave -shaped swimming board, which you can stuck between your legs to train exclusively the arm pull – of course I don’t have such in my luggage. But in the small town I just get it enough in the swimming pool. The province has everything that thirsted for me: little stress, a lot of facing and by the way the calming feeling of finally being one of the fastest.

Four days ago, my sports watch caused confusion: I had basic training for three weeks almost daily, as I suddenly did not shine on the display on the display as usual, but the word top form! At first I was very pleased, but then I was slightly panicked: top form, now? Help! I only want to shine in the competition in six weeks!

When I got out of the water, I asked the friendly lifeguard whether that could be right with right things – in top form, despite coffee, cake and relaxed swimming trains in the outdoor pool of Saarburg? She smiled: “Oh, you know, everything in the province is faster than in the big city. Only that nobody notices it with us. “

A day later, when I was eating in Trier, I found that my watch had jumped back to relaxation. Interesting, I thought, this top form lasted 24 hours. The province knows how to inspire three-way poets like me: if you get into shape too early, the next training is punished.