Today, exactly 5 years ago, I picked up running as my sport of choice. It has become a habit to use this historic anniversary event to look back on the story so far. Hold my Espresso. In April 2018 I embarked on my biggest running project so far, which was running a street marathon in less than 3 hours and I failed. Even worse, I completely lost track of what running had originally meant to me. The associated ambitious training cycle, stress at work, some health issues, but most of all the incompleteness of the project itself (I pulled out at KM18. Of 42.2km, to prevent the obligatory question of my non-running friends „How long is a marathon?“) left me disoriented and restless. This is not the story about what actually went wrong. Such stories can be broadly found on the internet and bore me to death. There’s ALWAYS something going wrong, especially if you set ambitious goals. My story is about what it did to me. Usually you try, fail, brush that dirt off your shoulders, try again, and someday succeed (Or not. Which is ok, for that matter). In my case this process went terribly wrong. Right after the incomplete PB attempt (Non-Running-Peepz: ‚PB‘ stands for ‚Personal Best‘ aka the fastest you have run that particular distance so far) I found myself in apathy and overall fatigue. I had not only lost my hunger for new goals, but, even worse, the overall enjoyment in running. Mostly because I saw how my great form, that I had before the marathon, fell into pieces. Topped by stress, terrible blood values, delayed sicknesses and self-doubt. So how the fuck did that happen? Easy answer. I forgot one little but very important thing: to take a break. Sonni said it takes several weeks to really process a fast marathon, physically as well as mentally, even if you feel good soon afterwards. In my case the marathon wasn’t even finished, which made the whole situation much worse. It took me almost 2 months to pull the plug and start recalibrating myself. An ongoing process that still dominates my running schedule. I only run when I feel like, and only as fast and long as it feels good. (....continue reading in comment...) (hier: Hamburg Maraton)