Keiner sieht's, einer merkt's! Wer Multiple Sklerose diagnostiziert bekommen hat kennt das Gefühl: Die Welt wird immer kleiner. Der Radius des machbaren nimmt stetig ab. Die Medizin hat noch keine Heilung gefunden, also liegt es an uns MS'lern ein erfülltes Leben zu führen und die Welt da draußen zu genießen, solange uns das noch selbstständig möglich ist. Und dafür gibt es eine Sache, die zumindest mir hilft: Mein Fahrrad!
Men apparently tend to report their experiences and experiences to a highly subjective, slightly know-it-all, extremely superlative heavy, pictorial poetry. Be it your own car, the fish you caught with your own hands, the weights lifted in the gym or your own talent in the field of home improvement. Higher, faster, further provide insufficient linguistic assistance in such subject areas to adequately describe what has been experienced. It has to be the highest, the fastest and the furthest. After all, as a man you always have a plan, an inkling of everything and, above all, always a better idea.
For data protection reasons, the names of the following protagonists have been changed. It was Father's Day in 2021. At a distance due to the pandemic, a few men stood together in the Günther-Klotz facility and talked.Harald: "I was recently at Lake Eggenstein!"
Jürgen: “Why was there? Go to the Grötzinger See. It's better! "
Jürgen: “That’s better water. Turquoise blue. You can see until now uf de Bode! "
Wolfgang: "You can also park at Eggensteiner See!"
Jürgen: “That's not true. I've already parked there. But you can park better at Grötzinger See! "
Roland: "I once parked at the Epplesee."
Jürgen: “Oh yeah! The Epplesee. It's always jam-packed there. Oh well! There is always a lot of noise. "
Harald: "It was nice and quiet at Lake Eggenstein."
Jürgen: "It's quieter at Lake Grötzinger!"
Wolfgang: "You can also have a coffee there in Grötzingen in the fisherman's home."
Roland: “You can take it with you from home. Then save money! "
Wolfgang: "Ha, the two euros fuffzich I still have just now!"
Jürgen: "I like the coffee at home better!"
Wolfgang: “Ha, then bring your coffee with you. I don't care! "
Harald: "I haven't seen a café anywhere on Lake Eggenstein!"
Jürgen: "Musch just look! There’s one. "
Harald: "Didn't see any!"
Wolfgang: "I would have brought you a coffee from home!"
Harald: "I don't want any coffee!"
Roland: "Have you already been emol at the Fermasee?"Since I have never actually been to Fermasee, I used the men's discussion about the best lake in Karlsruhe as an inspiration for today's bike tour. And if I hadn't listened to this highly subjective, slightly know-it-all, extremely superlative and pictorial poetry on Father's Day, I would not have sat in the sun today, nor would I have rested on the shores of Lake Fermasee or thrown pebbles into the Epplesee around the circles to see who pulled these. I would not have cycled in peace and quiet through the forest to Oberreut, would not have had a chat on a park bench in front of the ZKM with a friend I met by chance and in the end would not have bought fresh bread from the bakery for the later snack on my balcony. In short: I would have missed a lot! Thank god men are know-it-alls!
May 14, 2021
Today was one of those wonderful mornings when the rays of the sun made me wake up in front of my alarm clock. And even if the sun had a snooze button, it would not have been pressed today. I felt good and got out of bed, made a short stop at the breakfast table and had a short shower before arriving in the bicycle cellar. Nevertheless, it didn't take long before I sat in the saddle and first cycled towards the appointment with my physiotherapist and a little later the appointment at the medical massage practice. My two appointments in the morning gave the day enough time to replace the morning freshness with a pleasant warmth, ideal to go for another lap on the bike immediately after the only two entries in the appointment calendar for that day.
Since the current pandemic regulations dictate how many people I am allowed to meet with, but do not provide any information about how many moose living outside my household I am allowed to see, my way first led me to the animal enclosure in the Oberwald. In contrast to me, the animals there had all apparently pressed the snooze button on their alarm clock, turned around again and dozed off towards noon. With a shrug, I got back on my bike and drove on to Erlachsee, where the local bird population was much more active. After seeing myself fed up with big birds as well as small birds, fat birds and thin, long-necked and slightly squat birds, quiet birds and screamers, I passed the "Zwitscherstüble" to my old school . From there I cycled my old way home to my parents' house, glad that this time I no longer had to submit a certificate for signature.
My stomach spoke up and growled at me. I should see that I brought both of us home, he wanted to be fed. I just can't say no to whom you growl at me and so I drove back home in all comfort, where I fulfilled my stomach's wish, we could then let ourselves fall happy and satisfied on the sofa and the moose did the same and in Doze off while the sun shining in through the open balcony door.
April 27, 2021
I think each of us has that one week a year when nothing just wants to come together. In which the days flow slowly and you are always happy when the next 24 hours have passed and you can pull the blanket over your head in the evening. Most of the time, you spend what feels like an eternity in your head with problems at work and before you know it, the alarm clock goes off again to let you tackle the next day completely exhausted. In the course of the week, the siphon under the sink in the kitchen clogs, you forget essential things like shampoo or toilet paper when shopping in the supermarket and every morning the bike is parked by e-scooters. The neighbor listens to loud music at inappropriate times. The footfall sound insulation under the laminate in the apartment above one's own received the “unsatisfactory” award from Stiftung Warentest a long time ago anyway. In short: your own life is annoying!
Time for a change of scenery, I thought to myself and looked for a destination on Komoot that I didn't know yet. It should be somewhere by the water. Water calms you down. And not exactly in the city, so that I could get away from all the noise for once. With “La belle Belle” I finally found what I was looking for, but the place was found with “In my opinion, La Belle is one of the most beautiful scenic places on the Rhine near Karlsruhe.” And “One of my favorite places right on the Rhine.” described. And so it came about that my Saturday off work today was in stark contrast to the rest of my week. Sunshine. Quiet. No rush. No everyday problems. And after I had made sure that the descriptions did justice to the place, I cycled around the area for a while and was happy that the satisfaction had overcome the frustration in the struggle for my mood.
April 24, 2021
The small hand of my watch had just turned eight revolutions on the dial when my refrigerator made a scene for me. Furious, he said I'd been neglecting him lately. He demonstratively stuck out the empty vegetable drawer. I held up my hands soothingly and tried to explain myself, but he wouldn't hear my apologies. “I only ever hear bike, bike, bike!” He yelled at me. “I don't care how good the weather is or how good it is to get out again. I'm cooling a wolf here and for what? For an ungrateful and egotistical landlord who is apparently too fine for it occasionally to buy even the smallest thing. ”He pouted and closed the refrigerator door. "I'll tell you something, my friend," he hissed. "If you don't get something worth cooling by tonight, I'll pack my cooling units and be gone."
I sat down at the table with a cup of tea, dejected. Every now and then I tried to make eye contact, but my refrigerator ignored me. He was serious. So I got dressed, took my wallet, and got on my bike. The weather was actually way too good to take care of such annoying things as housekeeping. But my fridge was right. Lately I had actually made myself a little scarce. Only left me looking at home to sleep. No wonder he was mad. I cycled through the Günther Klotz facility and thought about how I could make my refrigerator happy. Maybe with chocolate? - No, my fridge was vegan. But a colorful bouquet of vegetables. That would surely please him. So that I had at least some of the wonderful weather, I zigzagged towards the market square, where I bought what is probably the most beautiful vegetable street in the fan-shaped city in a vegetable shop. Zucchini, broccoli, carrots, white cabbage, tomatoes, eggplant and a little pointed peppers. All things I knew he loved. Driving a dangling across Friedrichsplatz and through the Nottingham complex, my way led me back home. I unlocked the door and just stuck my head into the apartment to see if my fridge had calmed down a bit. He looked at me coolly and I held out the bouquet of vegetables to him. "I'm sorry!" I whispered and meant it. There was silence for a moment, but then he laughed and shouted: “Come here, you wacky nose. Let me push you. What a nice bouquet of vegetables! How could I still be mad at you now? ”Now we both laughed. I hugged him and told him I would never neglect him like this again.
March 26, 2021
A war is raging within the confines of my body. Vaccines and a serum from a test tube in a medical laboratory far, far away launched an attack days ago and have since encircled the leukocyte and B-lymphocyte tribe more and more. There is not much time left until my immune system is completely taken over by genetically engineered, humanized superantibodies.
Outside the war zone, you don't get too much of the battles and fierce fighting. Wonderful spring weather invites you to take a short bike ride. A duty roster, which orders me to take a vacation for this sunny day, robbed the morning of any hectic. And so, after an imperial breakfast, I was able to take my red horse to the local bicycle smith to have it shod with new tires and brake blocks. The bicycle smith was still doing his trade when I received a WhatsApp telegram. It was an invitation from a friend to eat open-air sushi at the northern end of the old US runway, where the wild donkeys live. At that point he would be waiting for me on an old tree trunk by the side of the road. And so I led my freshly shod red steed directly out to the old military airport that had been taken over by the vegetation years ago. Sushi in the sun and a chat with a friend who is 1.5 meters away due to the pandemic comes very close to my idea of lunch on a vacation day in March. Ultimately, my friend's suggestion made it perfect to tackle the afternoon with a tea-to-go from the Coffee Boxx on Haydnplatz. No sooner said than done, and a little later we sat down on the meadow by the large, but still dry fountain with our hot drinks in hand. Enjoying the sun, I watched the people sitting on the park benches and pursuing their goals on foot or on the bike and thought to myself: Peace can be so simple!
March 24, 2021
A polished and tidy apartment + an astonishingly well-stocked fridge + a day off x wonderful spring weather - annoying appointments and obligations + an extended breakfast x staying in bed for a long time in the morning = the first over-20s tour of the year
February 25, 2021
The weather frogs on TV, radio and the Internet agree: From tomorrow, the weather should no longer be as ideal for cyclists. My calendar also told me this morning that my last day of vacation is coming, if you want to see Saturday and Sunday as what they are by nature: weekends. The hay fever and the sore muscles that I had gained during the week were no longer present when I got up. The day literally screamed for another bike tour. I again chose the north as the direction for my excursion, albeit a different route than when I started my vacation. The day kept his promise and gave me a few wonderful hours on the bike in the most beautiful sunshine. I also learned something on my bike tour today: If a small fly flies in the eye at the right place at the right time and you try to get it out by winking, you will get a radiant smile from randomly cycling cyclists in the opposite direction. Having found my way back through Hagsfeld and the city center, I am now happy about my healthy complexion and sit down with a book on the balcony with my tea.
May 8, 2020
Children will probably have clapped their hands for joy this morning if they have watched me run. Because I am sure that my walk made me look like a puppet from the Augsburg doll box because of a huge muscle ache. They must have mistaken me for Jim Button or Schlupp from the green star. My legs in particular went out of their way to persuade me to spend the day comfortably on the balcony with a cup of tea, but the nice weather had the better arguments and at least pulled me outside for a little bike ride. As a precaution, I chose a route away from large crowds so that I could moan and moan in peace. The ingredients for my tour were therefore a lot of forest, peppered with a few fields and garnished with a park. To my delight, however, this would not have been necessary. My sore muscles only hissed at first. Only a purr was heard very quickly and towards the end he even seemed to have fallen asleep. The icing on my trip was a "masked ball" in the end. In the Günther Klotz facility I met a friend and we sat down on a park bench with our colorful mouth-nose protective masks and chatted a little. When I got home some time later, I felt good again and my sore muscles didn't show up all day.
May 7, 2020
The early bird catches the worm! - How true! I was drawn out early and what can I say? It almost borders on the unabashed joy of damage when you watch the people struggle through the traffic chaos on their way to work, while you turn gracefully like a gazelle into Grabener Allee and savor your vacation day. The words of the most famous native of Karlsruhe goalkeeper "Keep going, keep going!" courageously, I let myself be carried away by my good mood. Without a goal. Without time pressure. Without appointments. I just let myself go. And so it came about that I was able to enjoy the Hardtwald as good as I could on my own, watched a few hardworking farmers in Graben-Neudorf doing asparagus pricks, had my snack on a park bench in Friedrichstal in the sun, a few here and there shouted a greeting to other recreational tourists and ended up cycling happily home on Friedrichstaler Allee. One last rest before the Karlsruhe Palace and the hustle and bustle soaked up in me and I was home again. A little hungry, a little exhausted, but very satisfied and happy. And when the recording at Komoot told me that I had done the longest of my tours so far, I also felt a little bit proud!
May 6, 2020