Ode to 22

I have left Kamen and am now in Berlin. 

So it is now official: let these games begin! I know totally acting like I'm the IAAF president or at best Usain Bolt.

I arrived yesterday evening by bullet train, and I am so glad to be here. I have not travelled by train extensively in Europe, probably twice in 6 seasons. And while this was not an arduous journey with my teammates, let's just say I love me some planes.

This 'plaftform' and that 'platform', carrying your own luggage and the man looking to poke holes through tickets disturbing my sleep...ick.  Not how I like to roll. Usually. But I did. 

And you know what? I thoroughly enjoyed it--not everyday. But this one I did.

Day One in Berlin

Let me set the current scene for you: room 112 (only if u believe it),  a balcony view facing absolutely nothing, new Maxwell bumping on Itunes, sipping my second liter of water, I just gave the maid one less room to prim, and like Roberto Benigni says Life IS Beautiful!

I mean could a day get any better for a jumper of sticks?.  Not this one.

I have been to B-Lin a few times before but find this time around it holds a different appeal, it just feels good to be here. It could be the atmosphere or my gratefulness in being a part of things this year.  Unlike in  Beijing where I was was relegated to the sidelines, an extremely fit spec-lete forced to watch the biggest show on earth rather than be in it.

So Berlin 2009 feels much like Paris 2003 to me: new, fresh, enticing.
 

A powerful adventure that I am craving and wholly embracing, how right it is to be 28 but feel 22.

That's all for now,  heading to the track for a light session with coach.

P