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Sest kratkych obrazu z jednoho dlouheho behu

Obraz prvni (prepis z chatu):

T: Priste, az tu budes, pobezime k Lasikum, je to tam super a od nas jenom asi 10 km, pohodicka.

A: OK. Pojedu na kolobezce. Nebo na kole.

T: Tam to na tu tvoji kolobezku neni…

A: Uvidime. Mam cas v pondeli nebo v utery.

T: Jeeee, to maj zrovna zavreno. Ale nevadi, kousek dal je Unetickej pivovar. Naklikala jsem trasu a je to celkem 10.2 km, to dame! Zpatky pobezime indianem.

A: OK.

Obraz druhy (kdesi u Vltavy, severne od Troji):

T (stroze): Mam ten nart prej nacatej.

A (bolestne): Hm. Ja mam infarkt stehna.

T (presvedcive): Pobezime az k tomu druhymu privozu, je to tam hezky.

A (vystrasene): OK. Uz mame skoro 7 km.

T: Ono to do Unetic stejne bude asi trochu vic.

A: ?

T (vahave): Asi 12.

A (ulevne): OK.


Obraz treti (temny kopcovity les):

T (odhodlane): Tady nekde ted budeme hledat tu zkratku.

A (taktez odhodlane): Jasne, v poho.

T (svitorive): Jeee, my jsme ji nenasly. Tak to bude celkem tak 16… Jee hele, tamhle je veverka.

A (nechapave): Jaka veverka?

T: Prazsky!

Obraz ctvrty (Uneticky pivovar):

A (durazne): Jedno pivo rozhodne nestaci!

T (radostne): To teda ne. Dame i polivku a sejra. Ahoj kluci!!! (zvola smerem k Veverkovi, t-birdovi, RIDovi a Malemu Medvedovi)


Obraz paty, dil prvni (Kozi hrbety):

A (konstruktivne): Mate pravdu (obraci se k Tucnakovi, RIDovi a Malemu Medvedovi), vecna skoda prijit o tenhle zapad slunce. Trochu me ale bolej nohy.

T: Tak pobezime pres tresnovku.

A (vystrasene): Je to este daleko?

Sbor (rozhodnym hlasem): Ne!

Obraz paty, dil druhy (Sarka):

T: Jee, bezime po trase SUTRu! To je nahodicka!

A (unavene): Je to este daleko?

Sbor (rozhodnym hlasem): Ne!


Obraz sesty (Hostinec Pod loubim, Dejvice):

A: Tri Kozly prosim vas, ale rychle.

T (opatrne): Tak mne to hlasi 27 km. Tobe?

A (udivene): Mne taky.

T (nadsene): Tak posleme kluky do Stromovky a dojedem to tramvaji.

A (ulevne az radostne). Tak jo.


Tucnaku a kluci, diky za super odpoledne a vecer, bylo mi cti!





Kulovy blesk

Casto se to tak sejde, ze na cestu do a z Prahy mam sotva dva dny a do toho pochuzky, navstevy, zarizovacky a sem tam pivo. Nejinak tomu bylo i minuly tyden: odvezt kamaradovo auto do Kamenice nad Lipou (out of all places!), najit spoj na Prahu, vyridit x schuzek, pospravovat a pozarizovat vse potrebne pro maminku, probrat dulezita temata s brachou a jeste stihnout aspon jednoho kamarada a par piv.

Ve vysledku vykazala tahle bleskova akce super parametry. Povazte sami, behem dvou a pul dne totiz:

  • 3x za sebou vstavam mezi treti a patou hodinou;
  • 4x jedu vlakem;
  • 2x absolvuji rodinnou seslost;
  • 2x se cpu a piju pivo behem ITB veceri, behem nichz vedle me sedi:
  • poprve vejdu do Trailpointu a seznamim se osobne s Evzenem;
  • 2x vybehnu: 9 km s UltraJitkou, potom 8 km s Tucnakem – potkavame RIDa;
  • vyzvednu kolobezku (zase uz!) u Ladi Blahy, kterezto setkani demonstruje propojenost ruznych svetu: sveruje se mi, ze (neuspesne) montoval cyklotasky na kolobku Advidovi;
  • 17 km jedu na Mibu GT Split pres Prahu;
  • 12 km projdu Prahou.



… a vysmata.

Takze kamaradi, mame vas radi – vsem diky!

How to recognize a friend

My mother in law is ill and V. with the kids are spending these weeks with her. This means I was left somewhat orphaned here in Niedernsill. Luckily there is always a lot of work to do…. and there are friends who won’t let me down.

As the matter of fact, these past days have not been lonesome but truly amazing and full of demonstrations of real friendships.

It all started when a few days ago,  I received a shoe box shaped package through snail mail. Shoes inside would be boring, the content was much better than that: Mama v behu was sending me books to read (as she knew I was either alone at home or traveling on night trains and buses. She even added a herbal cream against sore feet.

Then Alma, the Plustenner, sent me the kindest email.

Then Liska came by and brought even more books and wine.

And finally 12Honza and Dana arrived to spend the entire weekend in Niedernsill…. not by running or hiking or skiing. No. They came to work in our garden.

As we were unloading their car the first night, fruit trees and garden tools were filling up the garage. And the next morning, just as if we knew each other for ever, we naturally changed to our working clothes and spent the entire weekend by mowing, raking, planting, pruning and cutting…



20150502_142332 20150502_205637We talked a lot. And drank. And enjoyed our time together. At one point, we were sitting with a drink listening to Running Shadow‘s own voice through Honza’s phone… As if the ITB headquarters was right there in our living room in Austria.

And as the time was passing, I realised how fortunate I was by knowing such wonderful people who somehow sense when I need help and faultlessly serve the right medicine.

Guys, friends, thank you for being there for me and I hope I can pay you back one day.

JD25 – Fellow running mother

This week, a fellow running mother is staying with us, with her family. We did not manage to go out for a run together yet (although both of us went running today) but there was already some time for wine and talking. Happy feet.

mom-runner Also, there was sledging and veeeeeeery little skiing (basically just E standing on her plastic skis, screaming). But we will get there, eventually.


I was still a teenager when the Berlin wall started to shake. The eighties caught me young and naive, eager to discover, to love, to live. During the week days, when I was not training, I was probably spending an evening at some folk & country concert in one of the clubs at the outskirts of Prague. During weekends, I was hitchhiking all over the country to hear my favourite singers and groups. I had no money, no fear, no stress. Somehow, I always had time to do the things I liked to do. I had many good friends (and I am blessed I still maintain those friendships) to travel and to discuss ‘life, universe and everything’ with.

As I was never much of a drinker, I could talk and sing and spend all night at a camp fire to see the first sun rays shining next morning. Back then, I loved early mornings just as I do now.

Twenty five years later the setting has all changed: two babies and responsible job to focus on – but the mornings are still the same. And the below lyrics is still valid, too:

“Vsichni, kteri ve svy krvi stejnej bacil maj, tak se v techhle zvlastnich ranech potkavaj.”

So when Richard, a fellow blogger/runner posted these pics, I went out there on a fresh morning myself:



When it comes to running, March was lousy. 123 km (compared to 200+ in January) is nothing to write home about… But at least in the long run, I crossed an important line: 3000 km since my first Janathon.

When I started running in January 2012, little did I know that this ‘temporary’ activity would last this long. That it would last during my pregnancy all the way to the seventh month. That I would be craving it in the ninth month. That it would come back to me just weeks after delivery. That the running bug would get me with its endorphin, the virtual and real life friendships and more…

But here we are, 3000 km further. I am still on the road and even though I am not faster or slimmer and I am not sure where will it bring me, I am already a better person… thanks to running.

just run

More on friendship

I wrote about friends and friendships earlier but somehow, it is never enough…

When I was a teenager my older brother told me that I should cherish all the good friendships as with the age, one only looses friends and almost never gains new ones. At first, I did not believe him as there were so many new and beautiful and smart people around me and I felt there were new friendships waiting to be grabbed and developed on every corner.

Little did I know that the real friendships don’t come to one’s door too often. The older we get, the more difficult it is to distill the reasons why people get attracted to us. In the past, in my naivety, I let many people close to me and did not see (or did not want to see) why they wanted to declare a friendship to me at all.

Throughout the years that I lived abroad, I lost contact with many good friends and found new friends instead. Except that there was hardly any comparison between the Old ones and the New ones. The New ones co-created my new social life, they were there to talk to and to laugh with and to drink beer with but somehow, with just a few exceptions, these new friendships remained rather shallow. Their roots were simply not deep enough to weather the storm of my life style. Just like my brother predicted.

On the Old friendship scene, luckily the situation was completely different: even though I haven’t seen some of my youth friends for many years, whenever the opportunity was there, we somehow always managed to get together and step halfway into a conversation as if we stopped talking an hour ago – rather than many years ago.

Last time in Prague, I finally proved my brother wrong. Yes, I have met a couple of old friends and yes, the encounters were great and felt like coming home. But I have also met new friends, my running friends that is. And guess what? The time we spent together was at least equally as good. I felt so welcome in their presence, in their homes – as if warm chocolate milk and blanket were offered to me (well, they were, actually!). I spent a lot of time with interesting people conducting interesting conversations. With people who took their time and effort to make me feel good, uncovered the hidden landscapes of their minds in order to help me to uncover my own weaknesses, with people who charged me with lots of energy, who showed me their affection and made me feel good about the way I am.

Maybe it is the running, a universal sport that outgrew in a passion (and even a life style, for some of us) that breaks all the barriers between us? If that is the case, I couldn’t have picked a better hobby.

Thank you. And the Shoe Fairy.

2013 at its end…

It was an excellent year, my first year as a mother and my second running year. E was born in March and little by little I picked up exercising (May) and running (June) to end up at these figures: I ran 971 km, walked 479 km, biked 289 km. No skiing or ice skating this year :-(. I went out there to exercise 265 times, spending the total of 254 hours.

In June, I exercised for 30 consecutive days (Juneathon). My longest run in 2013 was 20 km. My BEST running kilometers were the 55 km with E in the baby stroller. I registered for 2 races, both 10 km: in Leiden in May, just 2 months or so after E was born and then in September in Plasy. No PB’s but great time!

In 2014, I will try to run longer distances and do more baby-running. The year will start with Janathon again and I have registered for two races in June. Time enough to talk myself out of them…. or to train hard to dare to come to the start line.

Last but not least: This all would never be possible without the endless support of my family. Girls, thank you so much! You have been my inspiration and motivation to go out there and fight my own laziness, I owe you! 


Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Baroque Day (and Race)

Our trip to Plasy (little town north of Pilsen famous for its beautiful cistercian monastery) was planned in a split of a second – once we found out that Running Shadow was on his way there, accompanied by 12Honza (who initially told me that meeting up with Shadow at the Prague Grand Prix would be too much of a bore 🙂 and we all know how THAT ended) and the rest of the running and blogging bunch, there was no turning back. Originally, both V and me registered for the 10K race in Plasy (the choices included a 1/2M and full cross M as well)  but V still did not recover from the delivery 4 months ago so her role quickly turned to the one of our logistic manager, driver and baby sitter.

We drove to Czech rep. on Thursday night, spent a day (and night at the outside fire place) with my mother and pretty much talked ourselves through to Saturday morning, being entertained by Emma’s second tooth growing.

Last week Iva has tried to change my mind about the race by sending me the height profile but she couldn’t stop me anymore. Despite the fact that the pregnancy (yes, lets blame the baby, not my endless appetite and chocolate cravings) left me in anything but a perfect shape, despite the sleep deprivation and absence of hill training back home, I was predetermined to give it my best. Little did I know that my best wouldn’t be enough.

As all other bloggers already wrote, gathering at the Big Meadow (and boy, was it BIG, once I had to run around it at K 11!) was more of a social event than a running race. After parking and disembarkment (how else to call our group getting out of the car with double baby stroller, huge bags full of milk bottles, nappies, reserve clothing, some little presents and many more needful things), we started bumping into friends whose faces I only knew from blogs and stories. Finally, the hard evidence was there: Running Shadow is NOT an urban legend. 12Honza DOES talk all the time and his wife is the kindest person ever. Leona‘s hair had different color yet again, Iva’s hair was not there at all (s0cketka‘s shoes neither), Digi‘s camera bag is HUGE while Jitka is tiny…. I could go on and on, there were many more people who I knew only virtually and it was my pleasure to get introduced to them, like Advid, bubo, Machy, rid, Lucka, nikie, II,… for sure I forgot some but hey, I had to run too.

Well, talking about running, there were HILLS. Not one hill at the beginning that ‘you don’t have to worry about because everybody walks it’ but ALL the time. Up and down. Mostly up. In my own stupidity I thought that as the route follows a cycling path, it would be pretty much a flat asphalted road (hello, I live in Holland)… my fatal mistake showed immediately at the the first corner. So while I was struggling to survive, the smiling yellow bandanna (formerly known as Iva) hopped around me, talking and picking mushrooms. It took me ages (40 minutes or so) to get to K 5 where there was no water. At K 6 I finally drank and as we saw Leona some 150 m in front of us, I tried to catch her. Pathetic. No luck for the next 4 K, quite the contrary. At one point I thought my soul was leaving my body and floating in the sky while I saw myself running down below – just kidding, I was there, on the running path all the time :-).

Around 9.5 K I attempted to speed up (funny in itself) thinking that the finish line cannot be far anymore (well, 500 m, to be exact).  Yet another mistake that marked that beautiful sunny day: despite V’s presence (she was holding Emma in her arms at the finish line) it took quite some more torture to plod around the hot meadow. My Garmin stopped at 10.9 K and the time was showing little under 1:20.  Pfeeew!

DSC_0025To make things worse, Iva, still with mushrooms in both hands, suddenly collapsed. Luckily her blood pressure went up again in a short while so we could laugh about how she, being the World Champion, did not manage to shake me off.

DSC_0033The showers were too far away to bother so I grabbed the stroller and all family members and walked to the car to change and then there was beer to drink and stories to tell. The half marathoners who were starting just 2 minutes after us were dripping to the finish line as well and soon after them the first marathoners followed.





The kids had trouble sleeping (loud music all over the place) so at one point we had to say good bye to everybody and stop whining about missing Honza and Shadow at the finish line…. As we were leaving the Meadow, I actually saw them running about 100 m from our car… but that was all there was.

So to wrap it up: a perfect day with many many new friends to whom I am grateful for their never ending support and motivation. Time for me to move on and start some running…

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