krelli in danger - 7km Nordic skiing - mass start

The results of last week's competition are finally online. We (hopefully) said goodbye to the winter alternative sports and threw ourselves one last time on the cross-country skiing boards. At the end there was a 7 km skating-style sprint in start mode: mass start. What sounds dangerous like hitting, stabbing and sticking sticks between the legs of the others, but it wasn't that wild. Firstly, there were only about 30 men at the start and secondly, knowing full well, I had only placed myself in the fourth row at the start. My goal was not to stick to the local cracks, which would have been doomed to fail from the start, but to keep my distance as small as possible and not let Bennie and Stefan lap me 😉 The course consisted of one that had to be driven seven times 1km lap.

Michi and Markus, who came with us, had the same goal, but only skated skating for the second time.

A brilliant start was quickly followed by the realization that cross-country skiing is a different number than, for example, a 10km run. Due to the additional use of the upper body, my pulse was almost four-digit after the first 300m and I knew that I had to slow my pace if I wanted to see the goal in one piece today! The local cracks shot ahead and I gasped afterwards. On the short downhill section I noticed the difference between waxing and “real waxing”! While everyone was comfortably sliding down the slope in front of me, I had to use full poles just to stay halfway in the slipstream behind them. After such a relaxing descent, we went past the 5 or 6 spectators who, distributed over the entire route, cheered everyone passing by in a fair and sporty way! I was wondering what they would call me now, when they could see that I was already 300m behind the field :)) "Hopp, Hopp, you get it!" Aha, and, if you please, mine honest fans ?? If you all push me together for the next 6km, then maybe, but on my own ... no chance!

At the beginning of the fourth lap the time had come, no, I didn't fall over from exhaustion, but almost 😉 No, the lead platoon, consisting of four runners, just flew past me. To my surprise, neither Bennie nor Stephan was there. Inspired by new courage, I increased the pace by what felt like 20km and now gave everything that I would not lap myself even more. My daring tactics worked and I was able to avoid a second lap of the lead train as well as the lap by the two. And as you can read here in the results, there is almost no question of lapping any more, Bennie and Stefan can be happy that my ski was not waxed !! haha