Pussy on Wednesday: The enemy in my body - mtb-news.de

Three people, one in white and two in a covered blue fill the room in which I lie fate.They talk, in my language, but I don't understand a word.The important conversation about the knowledge of the ultrasound image next to me apparently takes place without me.At least let the dull pound and the wheezing from the loudspeaker suggest that I still live.The competence in white with the innate authority of an English aristocrat says that I have a heart like an ox.Immediately I have pictures in mind: lush meadows in the transvaal and a trek of Buren that are on their way to a new home with their six -spanning ox carts.Like an ox, I've been coming up for weeks.I, like that of the banks of the couple, let myself be tensioned in front of the carts of my ambitions.According to the motto "This can be done again", I just wanted to do too much at the wrong time.That brought me closer to the importance of the abbreviations DNF and DNS - and a painful knowledge: a pussy DNF feels as shit as a tick on the scrotum.

One should think that athletes who depend on their body's investment income also treat him accordingly carefully.This can often be confidently answered with no.It is too tempting to fall into the drug sport.The attempt to put his body on his own will does not necessarily have to be successful from success.It doesn't even have to be the beginning of the evil.It is enough to get on the bike again too early after the men's coughs are too early.

Overall, I am aware of my body and also know what he doesn't need.This is such a classic Ü40 knowledge.No cigarettes, little alcohol and if it goes well healthy food.I follow the trend towards healthier life and also manage to reconcile this with the experience of the hottest sport in the world.I know I'm not alone with this experience.

Many of us run races, one more ambitious than the other.It's great to be able to measure yourself against others and to experience your own limits.Here, however, the point is also reached at the latest, where you should be more careful towards yourself.Using the example of ultra -long distant drivers, it is quickly clear how extremely important it is to pay attention to his body.Nobody will doubt that no matter how ambitioned, an athlete's ultra -long stretching race drives, this is basically not the healthiest way to demand his body.If you are not optimally adjusted to the challenge, you don't just ruin the racing experience.

That is why there was a pussy DNF only just under three weeks ago.Then I shine through the winter and hope that these unnecessary flu infections will pass me.No chance, two of my roommates are collection stations of every conceivable virus and bacterium.It is particularly frustrating that the two little princesses can continue to go to school with a snot nose, while you are inadested for a week yourself

Winter goes, spring is going on, I thought.The shape curve rose up.Then two days before the Beskidy trophy in Poland, such a virus is already incorporating into my body.What starts with a scratch in the throat in the morning mutates into a grater in my throat within 12 hours.Disprophered by the anticipation of my first stage race, a certain ignorance first keeps its way into.Only the phone calls with racing colleagues teach me a better one.I cancel the trophy with a heavy heart.The next day the question of cancellation no longer arises.My body makes Tabula Rasa and makes decisions that are absolutely not in my sense.

I give in, spend days in bed, beskiden between live ticker and flood of images.The frustration now gives way.I give everything to force the recovery process.The 24h on Lake Alfsee should be my compensation.The plan seems to go up, 12 days later, the lake calls.But already on the training round with sultry 28 degrees, somehow something seems to be wrong, my pulse is far too high, or my sparring partner Jana is far too fast.The following race becomes a personal disaster.An average pulse of narrow 180 and shaking frost leave no doubt that something is not right with right things.There is something foreseeable, pussy DNF after 50km.A subsequent resting heart rate of 120 does not help either.I have probably opened the can of the pandora and now this word is driven around in my brain, heart muscle inflammation.Everyone takes care, everyone is concerned.Many stories about cardiac muscle infections suddenly make the round.Every third had felt like an experience after the weekend.

2 days later, a first attempt to process the weekend with my family doctor.An 80s resting pulse and a slightly striking EKG speak a clear language.A visit to the cardiologist is inevitable, but almost impossible.3-4 months of waiting let my season pass me in ruins.What did I have planned.By chance, I can take on a canceled appointment and hopefully can provide certainty within the weekly period about my state of health.Waiting for a week and resting, then the redeeming words, “You have a heart like an ox.Everything is fine, but …… “There was something, inflammation, overexertion, the examinations have shown something past.It has healed and faded out, but simply passing to the agenda, will no longer work for me.In the past, when I was still immortal, I basically wiped every medical advice aside.Since the knowledge of age grows, I actually thought to be well prepared.My body and my state of health seem to be more attention than I was willing to give.

I will probably not be alone with that.Everyone should ask themselves after the illness that is really ready to follow the call of the trail again.As tempting as it is to swing on the bike, the consequences of an early re -entry into sport can be so bitter.

Living sport is sometimes not healthy enough.

In this sense, think pink - your pussy

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