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
I suddenly realized that my transformation had already started when I was awakened by a sting between my eyes this morning. The air I breathed in with my first breath burned through my nostrils up the nostrils right into the brain. Millions and millions of red-hot sparks exploded behind my still closed eyes, robbing me of any hope that it wouldn't happen this year. That I was pardoned by the executioner of the universe. But it shouldn't be like that. I would change again this year. I would soon no longer feel myself. Not long now and I'm an undead. - I strained to open my eyes. A sticky film ordered my eyelashes to clench together. A bitter liquid ran down my throat and hardened until it was only a viscous and inert mass. Only a soft whistle signaled to me that I was still breathing. Every movement of my body cost me all my strength and yet it seemed as if I was moving in slow motion. I made myself a tea, but it didn't taste good. Not that it just tasted bad, no, it was deprived of any taste. I must have missed the moment when the gates of hell opened and I stepped through them. I sadly accepted my situation. I surrendered and stopped any kind of resistance. Experience had already taught me that resistance is futile when dealing with such an enemy. I surrendered unconditionally, I bowed to hay fever!(I was still on the road a bit afterwards, but the circumstance already mentioned only allowed enjoyment to a very limited extent.)
May 5, 2020
If a MS'ler looks at his cell phone at 12:30 p.m. and Komoot shows him a distance of 29.3 kilometers, then the following must have happened in reverse order: The chosen route must be on well-developed bike paths through a beautiful landscape have so that the body does not strike halfway and you are encouraged to continue cycling through rural areas. Furthermore, the weather has to play along and refrain from wind and rain, so that you can also enjoy the tour. In addition, only moderate traffic should prevail, so that you are not only busy with accelerating and braking, but on the other hand you can look forward to one or the other like-minded weekend trippers. In addition, you must have had a good breakfast, not just a lukewarm cup of tea and a slice of hard bread, but an extensive breakfast with oatmeal, fruits, juices and homemade bread the day before. And at the beginning of the story is a healthy sleep and an early wake-up without an alarm clock. - Since all of these circumstances have come to me today, I am now sitting on my balcony in the sun, happy to have had such a good day and feel wonderful.
May 3, 2020
"It's nice to have free time on work!", I thought to myself and swung myself onto my bike early in the morning. Since my weather app announced "lively wind" and "wind gusts up to 60 km / h", I just wanted to see how "far" I can get on my May 1st trip. During my initial walk through the western part of the city, I felt a constant tail wind, no matter which direction I went. I shot straight through the streets and people stopped, pointed a finger at me and asked: "Look! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a U.F.O.? - No! It's Markus on his bike!" (Dramatized representation) At the end of the Adenau ring in the eastern part of the city, I quickly noticed that another wind was blowing there. The steady tailwind turned into constant headwind, no matter which direction I went. I struggled through the streets and people stopped, pointed a finger at me and asked: "Look there! What's wrong with that?" (Dramatized representation) When I grazed the southwest city, the weather god gave me an additional downpour and so it happened that I was back in my own four walls shortly afterwards, which had the advantage that I could enjoy a cup of tea as a reward .
May 1, 2020
The end of my work shift coincided with the peak of the temperature curve today. I wanted to savor this rare event and extended my way home by eleven kilometers. So I not only replenished my vitamin D household in the most beautiful sunshine. At the same time I moved my tired bones a little and on top of that I was able to admire my hometown a bit in spring. No matter whether on the old US taxiway or the canal path through the Hardtwald, regardless of whether at the Grand Ducal grave chapel or on the edge of the city park: everywhere there was blooming and greenery. And so it happened that later in the day I arrived fresh, happy and free in my head in a thanks to the corona lockdown polished apartment and now I'm looking forward to the evening.
April 25, 2020
I gave in to the urge to sit down on the water somewhere and let my thoughts run free right after breakfast. Half an hour later I wasn't sitting "on the dock of the bay" as Otis Redding once sang, but I was sitting on a bench on the dam on the Rhine. I could still watch some of the ships passing by, just as if the song had been written about me. My second breakfast, plastered (two bananas, which I pulled faster than my shadow), I set off with Otis' catchy tune on the bike path along the Alb to the Günther-Klotz-Anlage and from there on via the ZKM home. Now I feel good and on top of that I also have a song that I can sing to myself until the day draws to a close.
April 23, 2020
So April 21st should be the day I went on my first noteworthy tour of the year. It was a bit windy for my taste, but after the year had started a bit bumpy for health reasons, later due to the storm "Sabine" and finally with an odyssey through Karlsruhe's supermarkets in the hunt for toilet paper, rice and pasta, I wanted to do not let the fun of the joy spoil by so few poor gusts of wind. Whether Oberwald, the fields in Rüppurr, the Günther-Klotz-Anlage or the bike path on the Mühlburger Feld: If you want to get something positive out of the whole Corona mess, it may be the fact that the few people who are on the move are themselves say hello and make room for each other if they overtake or happen to each other. It was a very slow and relaxed tour today. The only thing I missed was an open café for tea. However, I think that if a hot drink is all that I was missing, then I can really count myself lucky.
April 21, 2020
"At first I was stuck in an endless amount of time, nothing was moving forward, I could not make my way to the left or to the right, so I made myself comfortable, it was night, but at least I was not cold, traffic was diverted at some point Woman instructed me to drive through a tunnel, it was not far, so I did as I was told, the tunnel was narrow, but I am a master of my skill and after only 25 minutes I was unscathed, and waiting at the end of the tunnel even my mother, my father and my uncle came from a different direction a little later. "
Something like that, my nephew's tour of December 6th would have to read if he commented on Komoot. And since then I have been allowed to call myself a proud uncle. Everyone is healthy, everyone is awake. This year, the best came true in the end!
December 8, 2019
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!