Munich Half Marathon October 2025
I boarded the ICE train to Munich in the morning, watching the autumn scenery slide along beside the track. The fields looked as if they were having a disagreement about the season: some still green with late-year crops and optimism, others waiting to be harvested, and some already bare, as if they had simply given up. Most trees were already wearing their autumn colours and would probably soon dress down even further, letting their leaves fall to the ground. The weather was not too bad yet, a cloudy, greyish twelve degrees outside - the exact temperature at which optimism begins to wear a jacket. Around the hills, a layer of mist hung indecisively, unable to decide whether it wanted to be low-lying cloud or high-flying fog. Yet somehow it seemed to find its way into the train, giving me chills. Either that or the heater had been set too low, perhaps an aftermath to the earlier, fuller crowd. The weather tomorrow looked friendly for runners, but even thinking about it gave me that fami...