I do not really count my competitions, but I highly disbelieve that there is no other race I participated more often then the “Fleiner Cross”. It is one of those races you got to love. Since 48 years it is organised by the same crowd. There is no fanciness at all. No huge crowds. No music. No swanky stunts. Pure XC racing at it’s best.
The Haigern is a plateau just a couple of minutes outside my hometown. The local club, TV Flein, are organising a three race series there. Essentially everyone can run. No matter if you just got your first pair of spikes or you just bought your 20th pair. For every age group there is a competition. As they have some nice loop system, they mix it up from the youngsters to the seniors. Starting with 525 meters up to the main events, the 6450 meters (6 loop) battle.
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| "They shooting – aw, made you look - You a slave to a page in my rhyme book - Getting big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?" |
The half in Granollers is just one week away so I played it safe and went for the middle distance race over 3225 meters. As expected it was the so-called “Kotz-Distanz”. I dug in with the youngsters and tried to hold on. The final outcome was an 11:29. Lets see what awaits me next Sunday in Catalonia.
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| Enjoying the outside. Well, hot wine punch certainly helps. |
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| "Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze" |
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| Herkert wins the 6k - "King of the town? Yeah, I been that You know I click-clack; where you and your mens at?" |
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| Keeping track the oldskool way. |
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| "What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should have slid to my crib" |
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