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Back to life!

08.07.10

Autor: Birgit pivot | Kategorie: Birgit pivot, Inside the Team

Ja, and, and….

wieder back to life, back to reality! Life caught up with me again. To 10 Days of isolation in an old sports boarding school and a beautifully located hotel, reality has me again. Less than seven hours after arriving in Frankfurt, and less than four hours after I went to bed, my alarm clock rang and I had to jump from my feathers to do my day's work.

Everything is still a bit surreal…I really was only 10 Tage out of space? It seems so much more to me. So much has passed me…I was a little scared, when I read in the newspaper today, as our new Federal President is called. Wasn't just the debate about the candidates?

I still seem slightly irradiated. My colleagues are surprised, when I am haphazardly in the office and looking for my calendar to coordinate my appointments independently. Sometimes I am inclined to take flipchart paper and hang my daily routine clearly. I read on Facebook, that others feel the same way. It means quickly again “grown up” to become, and from the “passive role” to come and plan life again independently. Even if it was pleasant, to shut down the brain sometimes.

What is left of them 10 Days World Cup? A mixed feeling. Great moments, goose bumps, but also disappointments and tears about personal and athletic performance. However, the pride of fighting to the end prevails. Not to have stuck my head in the sand and to have had a good show.

Christiane wrote it before. I was a popular photo subject. Quite exciting to be in the spotlight like this. Even before our first game, two Austrians came up to me, to ask me sheepishly, whether you can speak to me. Of course they can. Almost frozen with fear, they ask holes in my stomach, which I also willingly answer. After the game against Sweden, I will be intercepted again by Austria. This time the ladies have a request. You want to be photographed with me. Well, I'm ready for that too. It won't be the only and last time, where I'm asked to take a photo. Our bus driver describes himself as my biggest fan and gets a photo. A Canadian coach engages me in discussions about my football career; Canada and Finland still get some photos on the last evening, to be able to prove at home, that they actually had to fight such giants; and the girls from the USA are amazed and enthusiastic, don't believe me, that I'm actually so slow, as I say. But what I like best is the nickname, that Austria gave me. For them, my name is just “Germinator” like Herminator or Terminator. (*.*)b

My size was not an attraction in Stockholm alone, As I have heard, the commentators want to couple me up and offered the audience to get my mobile number if interested. What should I think of that??

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Auf gen Stockholm – Der Countdown läuft!

14.06.10

Autor: Birgit pivot | Kategorie: Birgit pivot, Blog, Inside the Team

Ich glaube es wird mal wieder Zeit für einen Beitrag aus dem schönen Rheinhessen.

Irgendwie stacheln mich die schriftlichen Ergüsse meiner Mitspielerinnen dazu an, wieder etwas zu verschriftlichen, was mir schon die ganze Zeit im Hirn herumschwirrt.

Die Frage ist lediglich, mit was fange ich an? Mit dem Trainingsplan von Steffen, dem ich in meinem propperen Terminkalender auch noch Platz einräumen muss, oder erzähle ich davon, wie mich die NADA und sämtlicher Verwaltungsschnodder in Atem hält?

Ich habe viele Dinge, die mir immer wieder im Kopf herumspuken. Meistens in den Momenten, wo ich unbeobachtet und alleine bin – in meinem Auto also.

Mein Auto, auch so ein Thema. Das was ich bis jetzt ins Projekt „Leistungssport“ gesteckt habe, reichte damals zur Anschaffung meiner blauen Schleuder. Kein neuer Zahnriemen, auch keine Sommerreifen, die Kupplung muss auch noch warten. Hoffentlich lohnen sich diese ganzen Sparmaßnahmen, und ich darf Starter spielen und/oder mit einer Medaille nach Deutschland zurückreisen.(*.*)

Eine Medaille – hach wäre das schön! Die bekäme von mir einen Ehrenplatz! An meiner Wohnzimmerwand, genau neben den Pokalen, die ich bei meinen Turnieren im Reiten bekommen hab, damals als ich noch nicht meine „kleine“ Ente hatte.

Ohje…die Ente…was mache ich nur mit der, während ich in Schweden bin?! Gut, auf seiner Weide wird das Tier sicher so schnell nicht verhungern, aber was tun ohne die soziale Zuwendung, die der Herr Schwenk abends genießt? Wird er leiden? Werde ich leiden? Wahrscheinlich eher ich als er, deshalb kommt auch ein Foto von ihm mit ins Gepäck! (Für die Unwissenden…ich rede von meinem Pferd)

Gott sei Dank habe ich eine gute Seele, die uns auch jetzt schon da, wo Zeit Mangelware ist, unter die Arme greift und auch mal eine Extra-Pferdeschicht einlegt, wenn ich ein Spiel oder in Mainz Training habe. Ich glaube der Guten sollte ich mal Danke sagen, genau wie meinen anderen Stallmädels, die sich übrigens nicht lumpen ließen und mir zum Geburtstag eine Finanzspritze zur „Gesunderhaltung der Gehirnzellen“ (Neuer Helm) gegeben haben.

Eigentlich muss ich noch mehr Menschen Danke sagen, denn ohne Unterstützung von außen wäre auch bei mir dieses Projekt nicht zu realisieren. Meinen Kollegen muss ich danken, da sie mir ermöglichen meine Überstunden in Schweden zu verbraten und einiges aushalten, wenn ich mal wieder von Schweden, WM und manchen Scherereien vor mich hin fasel. Ich glaube, mich würde das ganz schön nerven! Wie gut, dass nicht ICH die Idee hatte unser Büro in Schwarz-Rot-Gold zu dekorieren und ein Schild mit „Team Germany“ an die Tür zu hängen! (^.^)b

Mein Bruder und seine noch Freundin verdienen auch einen kleinen Dank. Immerhin verpasse ich durch die WM die Hochzeit der beiden. Parole aus dem Lager im Westerwald ist „Hol uns eine Medaille, das reicht als Hochzeitsgeschenk!“ Na dann, auf in den Kampf würde ich sagen!

game, Satz, Sieg… Nein verdammt, falsche Sportart! Ich spiele American Football und kein Tennis. Aber auch da muss man seine Sachen alle beisammen haben, was mich mit einer äußerst eleganten Überleitung zu meinem nächsten Thema bringt. Was packe ich ein. Yvonne hat es ja schon geschrieben, 20 Kilo inkl. Ausrüstung. Das wird bei mir kleinem Walfisch eine Herausforderung. Kann man im neuen Hotel Wäsche waschen? Wie viele Paar Schuhe nimmt Frau mit? Kann das Täschchen mit dem Mädchenkram ins Handgepäck? Ist der Mascara evtl bombenfähig? Tasche oder Trolli? Wie viel Unterwäsche passt in meinen Helm? Ist ein Fön überlebenswichtig? Brauche ich mehr lange Sachen, oder mehr kurze? Hat die Bahn bis Berlin einen VIP-Wagon für uns, oder können wir uns in die erste Klasse schmuggeln? Glaubt ihr, da passt noch eine kleine Deutschlandflagge ins Gepäck? Mit oder ohne Adler? Nehme ich meinen Lappi mit, um euch auf dem laufenden zu halten, und lasse dafür ein Buch zu hause? Wo packe ich den Fotoapparat hin? Fragen über Fragen….

When I get older, I will be stronger. They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag“ Diese Zeilen bringen mich zu dem, was am Freitag war. Startschuß zu vier Wochen Fußballfieber. Beim Public viewing kann ich schon mal meine Textsicherheit unter Beweis stellen. Ich befürchte allerdings, dass ich in Stockholm einige Taschentücher brauche, wenn wir gemeinsam singen „Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit…“

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The Chronicles of Aurea Moguntia

06.04.10

Autor: Birgit pivot | Kategorie: Birgit pivot, Blog, Inside the Team

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,, because Silberborner mud settles deep in pores. I'm back in the office and enjoy the rest, that the holidays bring with them. Am i exhausted? Ja. Mental. The inner tension drops and I'm back in the here and now. Back in reality. My inner maneuver criticism tells me, that I could have done a lot better. Andy's pictures speak a similar language. The training units at home are again detached from all stress, and I find it real relaxation, to be able to fool around with my girls again and to know, that this is the realm of football, that I can just have fun with, without feeling the pressure of scouting on your neck. Ultimately, it's two worlds. The world of the national team, in which I want to perform, because I am a national player and therefore do a competitive sport, and the world in the club, where we all play, because we enjoy it and wherever we go “unpacks the biscuits”, silly when warming up, childish little songs and still wants to win.

My family, Friends and colleagues respond with cheers to Christiane's e-mail and I am sitting in front of my computer again, wondering, where the past weekend has gone. It's really surreal. We are with 5 Girls from Mainz drove to Silberborn and continue to Sweden as well. The rookie team from the south, that was launched last year, provides the most players in the national team after two first division clubs. And me? I, always one 4, when volleyball was played one 3, had in sports, is in the squad at a World Cup and wears the colors of their nation. Can someone wake me up, please?? That must be a dream! \(*.*)/

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