Magnificence, spectabilities, dear audience, ladies and gentleman, folks, followers and foolowers, thank you for your attention. Folks, difficult to write about, for there are hardly words: good morning, good afternoon and good night.
God closed his two eyes in my single case, forgave me, showed his grace and mercy and top-surgeon had a good day. The head of the surgeons said last year the operations after, like people need to lay in bed for 4-6 weeks up to 2-3 months, me not so, but stood in the door to shake his hand, as of me being the "actual model case" of that top-clinic.
Is talking big again, I know. But facts. But while others sit in wheel-chair, I am supposed to sit in, need crutches or have pain, I am one of the few, who can do almost all again, even allowed to sit on racing bike 12m after again.
Yesterday morning on my terrace - an omen in the sky...- Jesus he knows me, and he knows I am right (Phil Collins).
What to do with it now "new" life? Some said I have to make something out of it like others said of God showed his mercy to me. That is the one thing, to have had extraordinary luck. In consulting and diagnosis, clinic and surgeons. The other part is mental strength and unbending intent. And the fact of having an athlete's muscles and bones and the spirit to believe. Once again, it is hard to describe, but God's grace is the only way to make it true, short and tighten. And yes, gotten a fair chance, according to load, guilt or karma, according and adjusted to the circumstances (mode of time). But: just a cubic-centimetre of. Donated by the divine - to call it like this. The magic happens outside of your comfort-zone, it make it sound more conventional. Thus now? Or what! It is: the chance to have a chance, only. To find way and meet the right people, that is another grace, too. So what? God closed his two eyes.
What to do with it? Help people, lecture, become an official trainer or a preacher e.g.? Well, I am the person I am, Michael "Juan" Lorenz. Or just Hans. Woe betide me: I will never talk big again. I fully promise. And become a "heroe del silencio"....
Meanwhile, 17years on tri, I am 50 years of age. And ironman-distance is much, much effort to be prepared for, financially not so, because no one needs to invest huge amounts of money only to show off. Whom to prove? There are finishers of 226k in wheel chair, already. So I really needed to be fast to get honoured like all the other athlets, too. But I never was, really fast, and I won't be. Surgeon gave okay for short- and middle distance for competition. Thus I will start like 19 years ago when I started with training for triathlon and see, reasonably, and not so by mere will, where it goes, and start short-distance next year again like in 2008 the first time I did compete swim bike run, 2:32 h min, the same place, too, lake of Rothsee closely to best old race Challenge Roth. With a racing-bike, like seventeen years ago, extension mounted for aero, only, not problem to be in, in aero, meanwhile, too.
Back on tracing bike, a simple one.
Thus, the technical discipline in affairs of swim bike run came in again. By the my means of a simple bike: no aero-geeks. no drinking-system, but disc-brakes and extensions made out of carbon in use for all that years now, mounted on a aluminum frame. No need to be fast, no need. So may be I just have a nice day at German Mastery next year like in former times of triathlon was the rule to do so at race-day.
A long ride 4:45 h min in the saddle 111k..
Yesterday no pain at all after 111,00k in 4:48 min that is 23,2 km/h average with 53,4 hm/h max downhill by 765 mtrs of elevation. A heart ratio of 129 bpm average is okay, with 170 bpm uphill at maximum (for males: 220 - age (50) = max. heart ratio). You can see the trace in the colours of heart ratio, look closely, the three climbs are where to it is red. Do compare in the diagram.
A perfect day in Germany, Bavarian blue-white sky in the late of summer.
This all reminds me to David, whom I met in 1996 in Orlando, Florida. Having made a road trip from FL to NY. He was a smuggler, but Jesus turned his life into good. He invited us guys that time to his house, and his former bodyguard named Bob forgot the six-pack in the jeep as a friend swang by to say hello to us.. He needed to rob his own car as he had forgotten the his car keys inside of the car, too. Really, that time I thought David and Bob are crazy, because of no one needs Jesus to change his life. Meanwhile I think a little different. Because it are the same powers. And may yes, be time to really do something else, e.g. to write a book, likewise titled: from madman to Ironman...- but did David and Bob so? Write a book? No way, but pray. There already is: the holy bible. Amen.
Cheers,
Mike
