A few kilometers of regrence – Diepresse.com
You don’t run for fun against yourself. Even if many say.
I recently took part in a small city run on a Sunday morning. For not entirely unselfish reasons: friends had co -organized the run. A good reason for a visit and the permission to feast together at noon because you deserved it. The few kilometers, I thought, no problem.
When we arrived on the premises, there was a lot going on. Especially around the stands, where there were hot dogs, liver chemplings and soy chilli, as well as beer, sprayed and soft drinks. The atmosphere seemed good, the speakers boomed the best skirt, the rain clouds began to move.
It’s just a run!
But not everything was fine. Some parents were upset about the child run in the morning. One child appeared in the wrong age group, one other than girls had been lined with the boys, a boy was sad, said his mother, because his last name had been wrongly pronounced.
« It’s just a run, » I said, interfering completely without being asked. « It’s supposed to be fun, » I still added. That was not well received. Wordlessly stunning.
Prevents at the Kleinfeld tournament
Honestly, I was there too. At the first football tournament for elementary school students there were even handicrafts among the parents, several children cried. Either because of the parents or because they had been substituted too late or replaced too early. Or because football can basically be incredibly unfair. A good foretaste of later.
When running, it depends on what you have in your legs (a colleague once said), but also on the evening before. After two kilometers I came across great regrets. Then also the icy headwind. Only the ambition, not the fun brought me to the finish. The food was over, except for the soy chilli. The beer was warm. Next year it means to be faster, very seriously.
friederike.lebl-buerger@diepresse.obstaclecom
