Week two of my quest to finally run an acceptable marathon with no excuses. The started out okay with a day of mild strength training. Never been much of a strength training guy, since I train so little that any extra time available is better spent running. But this time around I figured I might try a different approach. And sinc eI am all in on the running but can’t run all that much anyway if I want to stay…
On Dec. 29th I went to a local jump hall with the kids and destroyed two middle toes on my right foot. At first I was convinced they were broken, but fortunately they only appeared severely bruised the next morning. Still, I couldn’t run for a few days and was doomed to my indoor bike trainer instead. Training Week Day Activity Duration Distance Pace / NP Monday VO2-Max Bike 60 Min 26km 184 Tuesday Endurance Bike 75 Min 34km 163…
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Rediscovering the Joy of Running: The Daywalker Challenge 2024 started as an uninspired year for me in sports. Compared to past seasons filled with full Ironman Triathlons, extreme half-distance challenges, and even the Ironman 70.3 World Championships, this year felt stagnant. Burned out and disconnected, I struggled to find joy in training, focusing instead on rediscovering the simple pleasures of running and cycling. Then came an unexpected opportunity: a friend announced a new ultra-running event, the „Daywalker Challenge.“ Its concept…
What a ride it’s been! Nearly a decade ago, I fell down the triathlon rabbit hole, dreaming of 70.3 Worlds. My first shot was at 70.3 Oman in 2020, where I came 6th in my age group. But life had other plans. With a global pandemic looming, I turned down the slot for Taupo, NZ, to celebrate my wife’s birthday instead. Family first, always. Later that year, I raced 70.3 Gdynia under bizarre Covid conditions and snagged another slot for…
Finally we broke free of the city and onto the coastal road up the Oresund. What a course. We were flying north, with the Baltic to our sparkling like a million crystals. Silky smooth asphalt, the sun shining down on us. Seagulls cruising along, staring at us weird freaks in lycra and with stupid helmets.
Time to give up and modify goals? Obviously it is not. But now is the point where we take a good look at where we are, where we are going and assess whether we’re on track. So where was I initially headed? The goal was a sub10 Ironman in Copenhagen, possibly sub 9:30 and ideally as close as possible to 9 hrs. I figured that with my talents and weaknesses, my experience and the time I can realistically invest into…