Well, I arrived in Cologne yesterday, 2 days before I will do the iron distance here. I booked me an early train, so that I had to get out of bed at 5 am. I could have taken another train, but first, this one was cheaper, and second, I like to get into race day rhythm the days before the race. So nothing wrong with an early train. It was a wonderful trip along the Rhine, I saw the Loreley on her rock, brushing her long, wonderful golden hair and upon arrival stepped into the Cologne Dome, the heavenwards striving monument of gothic architecture, for a short coffee brake with the higher spirits.
I feel good and very fit. On my last session, I did my 800s 10 seconds faster than “normally”. I hade something like a breakthrough workout on the track in Leysin (thank you Hiro, Manny!), since then my run is much better.
Nevertheless, it’s always funny, how an upcoming race affects your mood. Sometimes there is a lot of pressure, some doubts, some kind of fear, (why?, of what?). Sometimes, and this time it is like that for me, you are just excited, looking forward and can’t await to get to the starting line to show what you can. This is a great feeling! But it is not always like that: You certainly know, that bursting from confidence is the better thing, but you hardly can influence it. You are more or less a victim of your feelings. We are kidding ourselves, if we think we know what is going on in our mind. On the other hand, you ARE not your feelings. They are not identical with you. You are a being, not just a thought, not just a feeling. Right? Right. Feelings and thoughts just come and go, everybody has them and everybody can have the same. So it is in a kind even doubtable that you can speak from YOUR feelings, YOUR thoughts. They are not yours, everybody can have them, feel them, think them – even at the same time. – Ok, this gets complicated now and we better stop here. I think what I initially wanted to say was simply that one probably just has to find a way to let the right feelings come and the wrong ones go. Very simple.
However, I had funny dreams as well this night. About the race. We started with the swim (as you can see, initially everything was in best order). And it went great. I had a personal best with a 52 or 54, sorry I can’t remember exactly. Unfortunately, the hassle began in transition zone. Here it started to get wrong. It was a closed room, like these rooms, where we used to change before a soccer game. There were no bikes – instead lots of chairs and banks and bags with lots of clothes and stuff. For example I had my notebook in one of those bags, but couldn’t remember, for what the hell I needed a notebook during a triathlon? And even worse, where I should store it so that it wasn’t stolen! Or a hand-driven cream whipper? Without cream?? I had no clue… In the meantime, I put on lots of different clothes, put them back into the bags again, not exactly sure, what I should wear. I showed pretty much the same behavior that Christl shows in front of her wardrobe when she dresses for a party. Very scaring, really! I got lost between all that bags and stuff – and finally pretty worried since everybody else started to leave the transition room. I got even more worried when I suddenly noticed, that apparently no one else had a bag or too much clothes or a notebook or a cream whipper or whatever. Obviously, I was the only guy with bags and clothes and other stuff, and lots of it! … Well, the dream stopped here. Unfortunately! I woke up for the train. A bit too early. But I really think my other self in the dream never made it out of that transition room…
Ok, one final thing: Nico recently fell in love with a super green car with brown tires (for the Germans, he says not „super green“ but „quietschgrün“ pronounced like „diiiiiiiiiiitschgüüüün“). Now, as he thinks, that he always gets a toy when papa wins a race, and, secondly, that papa always wins a race whenever he races a race (he simply made a rule out of one single occurrence) he now strongly believes that he will get this quietschgreen car very soon. Aiaiaiai. Well, what should I say? I hate to disappoint him, I really do! Let’s see what I can do.
I’m ready, hehehe.