About Marianne M.
Wanderliesel - vorzugsweise >40 kmAuf dieser Plattform dokumentiere ich meine Wandertouren. 2020 möchte ich ein oder zwei Mega-/ Mammutmärsche machen. Ein darüber liegendes, eher ferneres Ziel wäre die Teilnahme beim Ultrawandern auf dem Kölnpfad (171 km in 48 Std.). Doch da sehe ich mich frühestens im Jahr 2021 ... Na ja, älter werde ich derweil ja auch ... aber es braucht ein Ziel, um zu wissen, auf welchen Weg ich mich machen muss. Vielleicht klappt es ja.Weitere Aktivitäten außerhalb Komoot: Radfahren, Jumping Fitness, Jumping-Showtanz, Krafttraining, Langhanteltraining, Laufen, Badminton. Tourenstatistik seit 26.03.19
- 05:2019.7 mi3.7 mph2,525 ft2,550 ft
- Marianne M.
Started at 5 a.m. I enjoy the light of darkness above all with the certainty that the sun would provide warmth when it rises. With 20 ° C at this time, it wasn't really cool anyway. The asphalt radiated the stored heat.After 9 km I heard an incredible chirping of birds in the distance. Twitter doesn't hit it: noise! Could it really be that the chirping source was in the two trees? The closer I got, the more unreal it was. The twittering had condensed into a strange-sounding riot. As if someone had incompletely connected two pieces of metal pipe and now water was blown through at high pressure. Exactly! Some defective water pump must be causing the screeching there. But so loud? On the corresponding photos you can see that as I approached the birds fluttered out of the trees. What a sound! 😱 Hitchcock's birds - wah! At first I thought it must be hundreds and started counting: about 17,000 definitely. No, much more, at least 1.3 million birds! Joking aside, it was actually an impressive spectacle. The fields were black where the swarms soon landed. Two storks strutted around undeterred and apparently calmly between them. In short: a great event. For that alone, getting up early was worth it.From Obertshausen it got cuddly, although it wasn't that warm yet. The advantage of the morning time is that, in contrast to noon, the shadows cast by trees and buildings are still quite abundant. I used the zones as best as possible.Conclusion: It was a good idea to only walk 30 km. Back for breakfast. This feeling when a weekend day is only just beginning and the day has already brought so much sensual pleasure.I was still able to achieve the targeted daily kilometers of 40 km with an additional lap before midnight: komoot.de/tour/235614876
3 days ago
- 07:3126.8 mi3.6 mph5,175 ft5,175 ft
- Marianne M.
A lot of text follows, but little / no factual information. The fountain pen slipped again.In the past two weeks, there have been many different impressions, fantastic views and previously unknown places to admire. Therefore I once again ordered the input Schmalhans to my hiking master = forest and fields in familiar terrain.Once again, I was able to experience that the familiar environment is at least subject to minor changes, and there is nothing to be said against experiencing these as personal highlights.For example the partly "skinned" water snake in Jügesheim. The bridge over the B 45, which seemed to shine almost psychedelically at exactly this position of the sun, or the "Stay magic!" Lettering. It's really fantastic, isn't it?Then the smell sensation with the wild circling shower, or the greenhouses in Froschhausen. that looked like metal skeletons against the bright morning sky.Later the cow with the skeptical look in which I practically reflected myself.A thought to-go that unexpectedly made me think, as I asked myself how you can get someone on a level crossing in the open to get the idea to "worry about pasta rather than worry". If I incorporate worries in the form of pasta, can I process (digest) them better? Or should it be "pasta instead of worries"?
And what would have been if I had asked these questions in the intercom at the level crossing instead of asking for the barriers to be raised?Finally, I reached the Main, although it felt like it was completely illogical that I could get to the Main from my bed in Rodgau. And on foot, especially before breakfast! Do I really need another sensation?Then the two fire engines near the Main ferry. The rumble of techno music ... do I actually feel this dim disillusionment after too long a party with too much "drink" even though I haven't been there? Or am I wrong, and what I hear is just the start of a morning pint? What do I do with my feeling of disillusionment? Blow them over to the Main, where they begin to sparkle like gold dust in the sun in my mind's eye?But my feet have long carried me past the powder tower. If there is a spark now, there is a firework of associations.Stop, no, the water surface of the Main is as smooth as a mirror. Nothing explosive in me that pushed to the surface. The red of fire fades behind my back.Not far from the ferry dock, I wanted to rest on one of the benches - and get back to the present. However, a few men sat and stood there to discuss the latest news. So I moved on, there would be more banks waiting for me. The first bench was too close to the Mainradweg, so I could hardly stretch my legs. There was also a gas lesson, I was repeatedly sniffed while "walking through" and did not want to share my Stulle. I rejected every bank that came into sight as a resting place. Too shady or too sunny, or too bad a view of the Main, too dingy, too .... Never satisfied, always something to complain about!When I finally thought: If I continue to be so picky, I will have passed the last bank at some point, which is on the Main AND on my route. Well, what can I say ... My thought promptly was followed by the confirming reality! Deprived, I went back a little way to be satisfied with a bank that had already been spurned. Interesting: this change of direction gave me a different view of the bank and its surroundings. Seen from this side, I would never have thought that the bank could not meet my requirements. How often in life would this change of perspective also be necessary with regard to my opinions and viewpoints ... do I really think about it?Stop, I'm writing a novel again. So just for the rest of the route:After the sunny sections, a slight sweat film had already formed on the neck. When I got into the forest, the mosquitos were already waiting for me with extended proboscis. A swarm! pounced on me. I have never dug the car bottle out of my backpack so quickly and pressed the spray button in a panic, so as not to aim at my skin, but rather directly at the beasts. Still, I got a series of stitches.Overall, it was a varied hiking tour, even if it doesn't look like it! Oh, the tour was crowned by a fat blister on the foot. And why? Because I had given myself rather arrogant thoughts about ten kilometers before the finish line: What else could I get blisters on my feet? I haven't had in two or three thousand kilometers.
Well, arrogance has to be rewarded! Dear life, thank you.
July 26, 2020