THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE IS TRANSLATED FROM GERMAN USING GOOGLE TRANSLATOR! The story is quickly told. I was in top form at the start, I could never prior speedwork or run 40km in such qualities, such as in Saint Moritz.
The only problem occurred with the Vattenfall City night 3 weeks ago. At km 8, I got extreme side stitches and even had to stop during the race. The same problems I had this year as early as the spring in Lisbon, in Dusseldorf from the first half and in the last 3 weeks even in training. I have been to several times the osteopath and they told me that this was a problem with the liver and bile. These organs to swell and push or pull on the tapes, which are also dependent on the diaphragm. What it means for breathing, when the diaphragm can not work properly, is certainly clear. I sent the whole deal several times as bad as yesterday, it never has been.
At km 5, this time it went off and I was able to get a little breathing exercises against it. I tried to relax and relieve a bit of everything but the problems were schliimmer rather than better. I could only embark on a medium-tempo, at least to be able to breathe somewhat. Once the breathing was a little higher, gripped together my whole right side. For any other race I'd probably got out long ago, because under these circumstances, simply not a normal walking is possible. But I was the third runner for Germany, which is just for the World Cup and his colleagues can not be hanged.
I'll do a short, 37km long, it was hell with such liver stitches to run and look like 1 years work and 14 weeks training camp just like that slip through our hands. About 10 times I had to stop in between because the painful cramps were too strong and only the team and the spectators at the track let me continue. There are truly beautiful moments than with my last name on the chest at the end of the field (approx. 9min slower than my fastest trotting) and not quicker.
Spectators were particularly impressive for me. Although I was off so far, was the support just unbelievable. In the last two kilometers, Unter den Linden, I then looked again at the faces aware at the track and saw the enthusiasm of the people. Only then I realized that it was worth it to continue to run to. I have tried to absorb at least the last moments of the line and maybe I can take with them a little bit into the next Winertrainng. I'm sorry that I could not show it sometimes plays the body just does not cooperate. In the next few days, I'll definitely have to visit the doctor time to move this matter to the bottom of time.
At the moment I'm just depressed erstmal, a chance at home, it will certainly never be like ... But somehow I'm also a little proud. Thanks for the support at the track on their TVs, to my sponsors, to Verena, my father and my mother, Andre and Martin, who had to take 14 weeks for the work in the office that my father was lying, when he was with me in training camp.
I will try to get up again soon ...
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