What do you actually still see, if you have been somewhere for the same reason for 14 years in a row? This was the case for me at the IRONMAN Frankfurt 2017 this year.
Okay, I could have told myself ”enough is enough”, I simply don’t go there anymore. But on the other hand I wanted to Sebastian Kienle and Andi Boecherer racing each other as my relation to them is close. Moreover, the Rhein Main area was my home for almost 25 years, a kind of test whether I may experience such a feeling like homesickness. The clear-cut answer is NO.
Now back to my view on this event. What to do that my eyes don’t fall into a lull and the camera in my hand turns into an image collector without a storyline instead of collecting the images for a story already alive in my head. Until the very moment when I touched down on race grounds, I didn’t really know what I was going tell.
For myself I can say I was lucky in the end I managed to tell a story. I put it in a nutshell here, and call the whole video essay »this is no race report and reflects the fact that Biestmilch is more than triathlon« … If we watch these mega events as a casual bystander, we may sense the rays these spectacles send out beyond the loud happiness, namely, that we have a massive security issue, that we definitely eat too much and that our cross-species relations are weird…
