100km Biel 2010 - Thomas Seiter

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30 June 2010

Written by Thomas Seiter

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My first 100 km Biel
My first 100 km Biel June 11, 2010

What effect will such a long exit road, what are the consequences? I'll play the juggernaut for hours so it's simple compression of bitumen (over me) and the limestone aggregate or over time by higher layers are impregnated and eventually create a material "closed" , that is to say that there is no vacuum, the result is called asphalt. Belle definition is not it? It is important to me because at first it's all beautiful, all pink but after 50 terminals eyes beginning to set into the ground while still far to go. So you have all realized that if I already have an intimate look with Madame Route all know her a little before!
The presentations, pass on to the matter. After a quick trip, small caps, a small meal, small fittings, a small ... in short, nothing exceptional, we head towards the starting area. Aaahhhh, what a relief finally arrived in the midst of more than 1,260 pairs of shoes cold last before the door of the Night of Nights, before that door wide level where more than a giant step would lead us to the centbornards world. Guy, Thierry and Daniel, our caravan logistical and moral support, will also participate in our attempt to teleport. Hmmm, I love this atmosphere of stress, anxiety and expectation, where everything disappears as soon as the shot is given.

22.00 - Biel - km 000
Here we go, Muriel, Elzire, Christophe solitaire and I start to get carried away by the foaming wave of frontal chaotic pace of trampling. First we reach cruising speed of girls (9.5 km / h) and, naturally, after a farewell, I gauge, battery-hairs at 11km / h, thanks to GPS, goal: less than 10 hours . Christopher, meanwhile, is already part of memories, its current status as it will certainly impress us once again. I am alone, alone in the middle of thousands of runners also alone for the most part, it's a rare moment and atmosphere to make the point with itself. Nothing disturbs me the road is flat and straight, the weather is perfect, I have no port, I have no music, I have no landscape destabilizing and my pace is set to last. Everything to do what crap! (Lyrics trailer)

A food?
Already? I am more used to that say-so! There will be a score on the course strategically located as it seems. After all, they will break the monotony of waiting to find my assistant cyclist Guy. I confess that, other than to make a group outing and especially to reach 100 km nothing excites me more than that on the plane competition, much less on the tedious preparation. But enough lamentation, must I keep a few for the moments of despair in the end, I am sitting here running and it is not my mom forces me and therefore I assume I am determined to get to the end at all costs. The objective alone is extraordinary enough to think only that, the number "one hundred" who followed me and threatened me so often, so today I'm going to crush, destroy, swallow whole thought. When will the connection between "hundred" and "Thomas" this will not be the word that will come out but KG KILOMETRE.

What atmosphere!
Wherever a table, chairs and a barbecue can be installed, whether on sidewalks, in courtyards or squares, the inhabitants make their home all night. Perhaps physical proximity gives them the feeling of being committed and compassionate with our joys and our sorrows? "Hop, hop, hop ..." Arguing in my head, these amazing incentives if both local and sung by all generations give the impression of being an actor in a parade as expected by the rural villages. Not without transition, on the whole route, the entire livestock are also participating in the celebration with their delicate fragrance of barn, stables, hog or goat.

0:10 - Lyss - km 023
This is where all the riders together find their followers. A follower? But why a follower? Well because that's how it is allowed, so we took advantage. It is common practice from a distance on the road, the guy you attend, you pampered, talking to you, motivates you in hard times and brings you everything you need whether it be hardware, clothing or food . The mine's Guy and the immense gratitude I have for him is matched only by his dedication as it is by no means a pleasure (very slow pace, porterage, fatigue of the night ...) . What Gene forgive me but this night is mine, nothing to me and I intend to enjoy it! I see him finally and without scoring poses congratulons friendly and we begin our journey by telling each other our first sensations. After a short review, we agree on the composition and frequency of my food to come. In addition to my two to three glasses of water taken without exception, I begin the absorption of an energy bar MX3 from three hours of racing every two pit stops. Will follow later, taking a systematic glass of Coke.

1:40 - Oberramsern - 038.5 km
Step One relay, nothing to report apart from the fact that there is always much euphoria in the streets. I am happy to be there, obviously, but I really want to leave without delay and get back in race because I realize that I like and that ultimately this race I like it. "Sorry Guy, but I go back, take your time it will make you a little exercise in catching up with me! And now, what we do, I'm just the 40th panel! How will I occupy my mind? I found it! "Look at Guy, we are soon in the marathon ..." Tac! "This is it, 4h05min, not bad, eh, and not even eight terminals will be at half ..." Tac! "This is it, 4h50min, it is the goal and six terminals is reached Kirchberg ..."

03:30 - Kirchberg - 056 km
Step relays. Well, well, everything, J'me Hundred Biel! (Well now, finally placed dipstick), short! Same story as the first relay with an attitude a little longer and is also where we parted for ten miles. The organizers we offer here a quick summary of race kind consisting of single track, grass, wild flavors and Vision purification plant where the proximity of our eyes touches the tub embodying our olfactory concerns. But this is not the worst. For all those who until now have not had sore feet, a huge stretch of forest on the edge waiting for us to test new disease pédicurales by the crossing of roots and stones were quite difficult to negotiate after so many platitude. (Wow, I'm in shape!) Despite these annoyances I did not omit to note some passages such as the 57.805 km where the 65 km (distance to Star Trail).

4:35 - reunion - km 066
- GUYYY! Howl-I. Nothing to report as my approach to my cowboy can ride his mount time without creating a traffic jam. A new side by side, we are left to freewheel before the attack on the altitude the longer term.
- It is Thomas?
- Perfect. It was chaotic but I'm still 11km / h. (Is not pro this?)
My front is now in charge of my team-mate saw the glimmerings of heaven alone can prevent the few dangerous roughness. I'm doing fairly well for now but after finding the target time and reflection will not be achieved. In all honesty, he would never have been because for that would have required a speed of 12km / h and it is too fast for my current VMA. Very happy, anyway, crossing the Trail of Lords, as I resume my mileage markers to reach the maximum point never traveled. From there I reverse psychoanalysis starting the countdown of the remaining distance. Guy tells me that I look a little better than last hour or two but I have not seen anything come to share markets more frequent and longer stops. I'll tell you, when seven of the ten is reached there is a term less than thirty miles, it is the twenty-some year-round we have fun and enjoying himself on so little with my friends. Day breaks, drizzle fell and now I know, I feel, Guy sees in me, nothing will stop me, not even the flat stretch of almost eight kilometers.

5:50 - Bibern - km 077
Third and final stage of the relays. And then? Well there is a Mac VI brothel! Oops, ouch, the raises become too painful, especially after a long pause. It must stop now as little as possible and fortunately my biker is there to remind me in time. There is still a good side to come in the wake of this section inclined, I walk, I breath, but the slope was very long and before I burned out on it. I negotiated with small strides to limit the damage of lap time, I gritted my teeth until supply and now I'm seriously beginning to pay. I have sore legs but also arms, no, I have never worn bike Guy M'enfin! Curiously I have no cramps, no same premise, by cons and meat joints harden, I felt like I was turning into a robot, a machine of war that is growing battle after battle and suffering! In truth, we could instead compare myself to a British puddings, soft, soft so soft but still standing, you can shake it but there will always be on his knees! Here in this case I ride because it is the beginning of the descent. I noticed the rattle of the chain of bicycle pedal that does more, I'm happy for Guy, but my joy is short-term duration because the slope becomes steeper sadly, anyway now the only thing that could relieve me is still few miles from here. 80th km, lo and behold, eighty terminals behind me, more than the number "one" of tens to eradicate. It smells like the stables!

6:20 - Arch - km 081
End of the descent into hell
- Thomas doing now?
- As I savored a patient is horror but it will get better now.
Before I could ask the same question, sir laughs at me telling a good valve on the name of hometown that you just went through (it does not often feel very good in this village, "he said. "Arch" in Alsatian mean "ass". "Sorry for him.). This shows me that he is in great shape, sacred Guy! The rate decreased significantly, I calculate my speed even more, why, anyway it would not change anything.
85th km, "More than Roeschwoog Guy ...".
88th km, "More than a race of Hans Guy ...".
90th km "More than Vosgigazelle Guy ...".
More than ten and not more appetite, by the way my stomach has better watch out with what I am about to impose at noon. Finally marking reappears at every kilometer. This approach is very progressive and psychologically in the sense that we say a foot is already on the finish line.
95th km, "More than Schweighouse where I excelled Guy was a time ...".
The praise of my fellow comedian never end, they give me the strength not to walk, they give me the strength to hang with pride for him, for me, the phone call that I just have, for all that, or rather, because of this, our cause is won. 99th km, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. Guy.
The best experts can not identify so many are the imprints of his hands on the last panel, that the 99th. The race is back and it feels to grow wings, more panel you go account? I suddenly wanted to cry, yes yes, I Thomas woodsman said, "the boar", my eyes shine, my cheeks turn red, my forehead burns. I realize more what happens too, why so many people are still there to applaud, to congratulate ourselves, Christopher is also there, is this the end? Is this the end? Yes that's it, now I'm two steps to realize my dream. Beep! One hundred kilometers friends, a hundred miles, I have no voice, wow!

8:49 - Biel - km 100
Or is my partner? Why did not they let me cross the ark? Like every important moment, once again, he did not miss his dedication and it was with great joy at the exit of the chamber, I threw myself into his arms. What a slap say-so, I still shudder. The success was even more explosive performance by learning even more enchanting and Christopher arriving Murielle and Elzire. Joys, tears, banner, husbands, family, happiness of the whole kit was assembled to accompany them in a particularly poignant ovation. Thus, under this good has joined us from France by the Sundgau where we can not escape the tasting carp fry. But the height of a Supreme output Vosgirunners, ecstasy at the highest point to make the anointing of our workouts plans by the absorption of this long-awaited victory PICON!

Thomas