The Chronicles of Aurea Moguntia


We have Easter Sunday and I'm still not sure, what to make of last year. seen football technically.

The away game against Bochum opened my Mainz coach, that he wants me in the national team, and I reply with the utter conviction: “Nein! So what I will definitely not make!”. Today I sit at the computer and read to me repeatedly in disbelief Christiane email by, In which stands, that I can take to Stockholm. (O.o)

In late summer, the information comes, I'm invited to tryout to Cologne. All right then, I do not have so alone in the lion's den and must 5 take my teammates. The relaxed uncommonly. less relaxed – and linked to some debates with my GP – are the broken outer bands, accompany me to tryout. Since I had to listen to some sayings me already “but, you are one of the crazies, playing a scrimmage in front of one week tryout yet!” … “Ja, just one of which I am.” My fighting spirit is aroused! So what I still will not let me sit on! ATTACK!

The phase of waiting begins. Time turned, then hopeless, euphoric times, times on the verge of madness. My immediate surroundings must withstand a lot. comes closer the January, the higher the probability, I about Sweden, World Cup and football talk. Wie gut, I by snow, Skier, Snowboards and children'm distracted. Am 7.1.2010 one 9:14H shaken a cheer Austria. I get a text message from good old Germany by Jörg: “Congratulations you're in, like all of us!” The first one has to digest and watch, that you can not choking on his Nuttellabrötchen! \(*.*)/

The March coming and with it the jitters. In the office I am frequently asked, When the camp is and whether you must then get out to get his pompom, to be my cheerleader. In the week before the camp, I have a hard time, to focus on the work and do not only with the packing list, the departure time, to deal with the Defense Playbook and recent motivational words from coach. Thank God I'm drowning close to working and can thus maintain my nerves and must not be afraid, completely to spin the wheel.

And then he's there. The day, where it's on to new pastures. The next step on the way to “Glory”.

After a sleepless night I collect Sharon and Sonja in Mainz. Together we nozzles 30 Kilometers to Becky, to meet there Michelle and very environmentally friendly to heat with natural gas to Silberborn. Time we have enough in the luggage…Oh I, Luggage we have enough. If we had originally planned to sixth driven to Camp, we would have had a real space problem. In this case the car was a Van! (O.O)

Actually we had planned, again together to go through the Play Books, ultimately, however, we have dealt with Becky Sociology Summary. Simmel and Co. accompanied us all the way from Frankfurt to Holzminden.

Silberborn, Welcome to the Nowhere! Although I am a country girl, but so rural I do not need it actually. Felt 50 Km no Aldi, no Lidl and no gas station. Moment. A gas station we found! Abstoppen, cyberspace and tight cuddle with the gas column. who knows, if have on the land also open on Sundays here! Nein, it was not so bad. We just came from the wrong side. From others we experienced at the weekend, that it 10 Minutes even a McDonald's! Our navigation system is simple diet friendly!

The weekend is quickly told. Regen, theory, Regen, Training, essen, Regen, theory, mud fight, sleep. Aufstehn, essen, theory, Mud pack for good of Lower Saxony Moor Mud, essen, theory, even more mud, sleep. My new washing machine will rejoice!

Essen. Important! Important! Unfortunately, the kitchen is not over 70 starved women designed…at least not Friday evenings. I guess, they did not expect this hungry crowd, the like Piranhias crashes on the fried potatoes. Who comes last, is content with bread and salad. True to the motto of the weekend “Be flexible” Comment from the kitchen: “The fried potatoes were only a side dish!” *LoL*
The Küchenfeen have learned. On Saturdays and Sundays enough because there are delicious taster vegetable soup. A decent steak would have been personally prefer me. (^.^)

And then it was over, with this stage. Monday morning moves the laundry in the full-automatic washing machine and must be washed twice, unfortunately,, da sich Silberborner Schlamm tief in Poren setzt. Ich sitze wieder im Büro und genieße die Ruhe, die die Ferien so mit sich bringen. Bin ich erschöpft? Ja. Mental. Die innere Anspannung fällt ab und ich bin wieder im Hier und Jetzt. Zurück in der Realität. Meine innere Manöverkritik sagt mir, dass ich einiges hätte besser machen können. Die Bilder von Andy sprechen eine ähnliche Sprache. Die Trainingseinheiten zuhause sind wieder losgelöst von allem Stress, und ich empfinde es als echte Erholung, wieder mit meinen Mädels herumalbern zu können und zu wissen, dass dies der Bereich beim Football ist, bei dem ich einfach nur Spaß haben kann, ohne den Druck des Scoutings im Nacken zu spüren. Letztendlich sind es zwei Welten. Die Welt der Nationalmannschaft, in der ich Leistung bringen will, weil ich eben eine Nationalspielerin bin und somit einen Leistungssport mache, und die Welt im Verein, wo wir alle spielen, weil es uns Spaß macht und wo man auch maldie Kekse auspackt”, beim Warmlaufen alberne, kindische Liedchen trällert und trotzdem gewinnen will.

Meine Familie, Freunde und Kollegen reagieren mit Jubel auf die E-Mail von Christiane und ich sitze wieder wie geplättet vor meinem Computer und frage mich, wo das vergangene Wochenende geblieben ist. Es ist wirklich surreal. Wir sind mit 5 Mädels aus Mainz nach Silberborn gefahren und fahren genauso weiter nach Schweden. Das Rookie-Team aus dem Süden, das im vergangenen Jahr aus der Taufe gehoben wurde, stellt nach zwei Erstligisten die meisten Spielerinnen der Natio. Und ich? Ich, die immer eine 4, wenn Volleyball gespielt wurde eine 3, in Sport hatte, steht bei einer Weltmeisterschaft im Kader und trägt die Farben ihrer Nation. Kann mich bitte mal jemand wecken? Das muss ein Traum sein! \(*.*)/

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