A Gray-Skied 10K in Ulm
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this year’s run in Ulm. Just a week earlier in Tübingen , I had clocked one of my slowest 10ks in a long time. Last year in Ulm , on the other hand, I ran my fastest ever. Somewhere between those two extremes, I hoped this one would land. The weather felt more on my side this time. Not the sticky heat of the previous weekend, but also not the clear blue skies from last year. Instead, Ulm decided to dress in shades of gray. I arrived with less of a time buffer than usual, only about 40 minutes before the start. From the central station it was roughly a half-hour walk across town: first to drop my bag, then onwards to the start line. On the way I got a sneak peek of the finish stretch. I was walking on the side, while just a few meters over runners from the morning races were pushing hard toward the line, some already smiling, others grimacing their way through those last meters. That gentle incline up to the cathedral looked just as long as I reme...