„A nice weekend“

Friday    Tristacher Night run, 950m of altitude, 6 Km, 56 participants, time of winner: 48min:22sec,     my number 79, Team Pirate, my time: 60min:45sec     http://tvthek.orf.at/programs/70023-Tirol-heute/episodes/5471017-Tirol-heute/5473085--       Hintern-Kofl Normally I´m used to exercise  during the winter time by doing tour skis up the mountain, so I´ll be in shape for the summer and that I´ll be able to move forward with my bike. But…if you ever started to race tour skis, it´s like sitting on a bike, you just want more, and more… At my home in East Tyrol, is the Laserzrun of the Tristacher Night Tour Run, which will be held this year for the 10th time, one of this tour ski race, one of the highlight in the wintertime. If you aks, ski? Uphill? How does this work? I will tell ya…by using spezial pelts on the ski. Sadly the Laserzrun had to be cancelled because of heavy rains, in night before, because of the danger of snow slides. SO, now, I´m fully concentrated on the Tristacher Night Tour Run… Friday the  22.02.2012, 18:18o´clock. The whole elite of the tour ski, is on the start. The best people of East Tyrol and all the winners of the years before, and even some foreigners, like Heinz Verbjak, a fantastic biker, Islitzer Martin and Weißkof Martin, both are members of the National Ski Team. Just a few seconds until the start at 18:20o´clock and after 200m there is ascents up to Kreithof. Soon, everybody know, this is nothing for nose peeker. The top men just need 20min up to the Kreithof. An awesome speed sometimes. In between you got really long fast section to slide, you need to run here, when you want to gain some time. At the top of the field, a few men, Islitzer and Weißkopf are fighting with Walder Johannes and Kartitsch. A few strong men from Tyrol are trying to close up, but the three at the top are almost un-reachable, when they reach the Dolomite-hut. After 950m of altitude and 6km, Walder crossed the finish line first with a time of 48:22min. Behind him Weißkopf with a time of 48:31, than Islitzer with a time of 49min. A really strong race and I had to reduce my pace in between, so I want burst. Finally, I´m satisfied with my time of about an hour and my 32th place. For a short time I´m thinking about any mistakes I might have made during my exercise, because obviously I wanted to be 5min faster. Don´t care and don´t think anymore about it. I wasn´t on the podium, but at least I was able to get some wheat beer afterwards. It is a wonderful event, and I can recommend it to you. I´m looking forward to next year… Saturday:  Kitzbühel, Vertical Up, 860m of altitude, 3312 m, ascent max. 85%, ca. 500 participants, winner time: 34min46sec, my time 46min53sec (Place63) number 170. Well, where do I start with my fairy tale? It was unbelievable, extreme and breath catching. I can´t find the right words for that to describe…Vertical Up 2013 is hard, steep and brute. One of the best experiences I´ve made in the last time. This is not a race. It´s a trial of courage. Face your biggest fear and it´s your turn… I jusr read it by accident and haven´t thought a lot about it. It´s just another crazy night race, these were my thoughts about the Vertical Up. And I didn´t know what I´m about to do… Obviously I wouldn´t participated, but only three days before the race, I made it into the starting list. I already registered myself a coupe of weeks ago, but all places were gone, but it was like a wheel of fortune. Normally everything was gone and I was just looking forward to the Tristacher Night Tour Run, which was placed on e day before the Vertical Up. But I know, that I´ve to participate here. Fastly I had to fix a crew, my sister and her friend, the best supporter ever. I often used their help during my races, and Inknew I can thrust them. And that´s very important, because I was just focused on how to get up… The trip to Kitzbühl last about an hour, when we arrived I remarked, that something inside started to insurge. I became dizzy, when I saw the course. Holy shit, fuck, I thought. The temperatures were below zero. I got dressed in the Red Bull house and after lots of visits of the toilette, I was ready fort he start. My race suit, the new chains and the spikes on the shoes. Well, before I forget, to be honest, I´m scared of height. When I was child, I often gor nightmares of it. I felt a shiver, when I thought of it, but I was ready, with my 140cm long carbon sticks, chains and spikes picked ahoes and a small head lamp. I´m standing in the first row, behinf me, everything started to broil, everybody is really nervous and jump up and down, that help, against the fear and the cold. Just one minute, tells the speaker. My head is all empty, but motivated, because I don´t know what I´m doing here. 5..4..3..2..1 ..A loud bang. Start, what about the maniacs, everybody starts to run, like the hell is behind them, hey there, this is not a 100m sprint. It´s a really brute beginning speed. Everything is really fast, the first hill, after 300m is all behind me, it was just a bumo, I gotta say, because in front of m eis a monster… My inner spirit appears and repeats himself and says: holy shit, fuck, and again, and again. No way back anymore, and we´re just 5min onto the course. The steepness is horrible, and I´m right in the middle, I want to turn around, but its not possible, everything is nervous and hectically. First I don´t thrust my spikes that much, no way that´s not possible skiing up there, one step after the other, I´m watching to the guy in front of me and just go my way. Sometimes my stick returns really close to my face. I´m shocked, than I knew it, I have to protect myself, to avoid a total crash down. Some loose their grip. Fear, and more fear. It´s not scary it´s more, especially when someone falls. I tighten my hand around the sticks and I´m fully concentrated on every step I do, my pulse is over it´s limits… But I try to hold my pace, but soon I remark, that I pressurize myself to much, my head is all empty and feels like a interstate…The first steep hill is over, for a short time it´s almost flat, now I knew that my spikes are good. The course changes constantly between steep and brute steep and more. Suddenly I´m thinking about the maniacs, who ride down this hil with more than 140km/h. I´m shocked… One downhill section, quite normally. I´m totally exhausted and I don´t understand how to get down here on skis. They´re no normal people, they are machines… Now, I knew what they say, those who claim to be good leisure time ski rider, don´t ride down here. Now I knew what they mean… Now all the emptiness of my thoughts are drowned by fear, a new feeling coming on, a feeling of power, maybe only the body, because my head is frightened like a child before darkness. I want to go home, but I must go on, further on… The final ascent, a mouse trap, some slip, I´m trying to get up on the side, don´t you ever look back, a camera man is falling. Almost there, I can see the finish, I just want to get up there , my time is allright. Luckily wa body is still warm from the race on the day before, one last battle of mind and body, just 300m to go, over  a icy loipe… Just a couple of meters to go. I see a rope, a red rope. I try to hold it and puh me a few more meters uphill. It´s almost over, my eyes are glued to the finish. The viewers, spectators, supporters and all the people are going crazy, screaming, went aniac. Shiver and more, I´m feeling an energy boost and heading forward. I MADE IT… YES…Millions of feelings burstto heaven like a firework in my bidy, my head. I got the feeling that I glow, brighter than the sun. I´m fighting tears. And I just smile. It´s done… Still after two days I got this feeling… Kanone Zanone....

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