Sometime I see stars in front of my eyes. It is 22 o’clock and I’m lying on the cold stone, a pumping Bass, a couple of people scream. Around me, close to 100 young people, the sweating in the function of clothes on the small area between the Spree and the German Chancellery in a damp, cold March night and wheezing. Should “One more time” by Daft Punk we make so-called Burpees. It keeps the body in pushup formation, until the two French singers to the chorus. Then the deck support is made, directly resulting in a straight jump, then back to the starting position. Hold, Hold, Stretch Jump,. One more time.
I Actually like the Song. He reminds me of the Phase between Childhood and youth. As much for the first Time, a time of trial and error happened. But now, my muscles are shaking uncontrollably. One more time. Hold, Hold, Stretch Jump,.
Where is Günther?
Stupid idea, on a “camp Run”. Günther dragged me there. I know him from the Checkpoint running group, which we founded in January. He is a colorful bird, always in a good mood, already has hundreds of races in the legs and felt on each run group in the city. “Well, come time, because haste is fun,” he promised me. Now, I realize that I haven’t seen Günther, ever since the Start. Presses the about the Exercises?
It all started really relaxed. Meeting point Oranienburger Straße, most of the participants under 30, two-thirds of foreign languages. A friendly greeting and short Warm-up, starting at the Museum island. Always two kilometers of Jogging, then bodyweight exercises.
The group boxes, and the music of fire roars through the night, the Coaches. The Whole thing seems a little tired, motivated. At the Brandenburger Tor we want to make a Moby Song squats. Some of the tourists pull out their phones. Probably you post directly to Instagram. “Crazy people doing sports in Berlin. Awesome.“ Something like that. Except me, nobody seems to be embarrassed about. However, a lot of thoughts I can’t turn on them. “Deeper down”, raunzt me a team leader. Bootcamp.
What should be the appeal of it, to demean, to crawl through mud and climb over obstacles, I can not understand. However, such races have become increasingly popular. They are called Spartacus Run, Tough Mudder, or Strongman, cost an obscene amount of money and are already fully booked months in advance. Apparently, they give the Generation that has been exempted from the conscription, the absolute Kick. That makes me just finish. After a last round of Super Squats, I survived the Bootcamp. And all of a sudden he is back and is dancing unimpressed past me to the locker room.
The next Morning, the alarm clock hurts already. What is legs of my upper arms up to the top, there is no muscle soreness. It is a muscle lion. Like a Wounded I drag myself to the bathroom. Before I take a shower crawl, I switch on the Radio. “One more time”, sing Daft Punk. I go to the ground. Still have 177 days until the Berlin Marathon.
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– Felix Hackenbruch is a volunteer at the daily mirror and directs the Checkpoint-running group. Here he writes in the exchange with a Cycling coach Michael Again.
