Michaela Merz


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Why I no longer go swimming at 6.00am


Movement is as essential for me as eating or sleeping. I am convinced that, if we were to move as much as we sleep, we could avoid many of our illnesses.

To fit enough movement into the working day of an eager beaver like me is difficult. And then the family, the children, the household are all waiting and for movement one really has to plan one’s time to the last minute to be able to realise it at all.

As I engage in sport every day, the off-peak hours are the only possibility. At 6.00am I jump into the swimming pool and, sunk in waves and thoughts, I swim my laps and by 8.00am at the latest I’m at my desk. Continue reading


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Barcelona in November


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The first snow down to 1,000 m was forecast in Switzerland for Sunday. It will be cold. But this week I had the good fortune to be working in Barcelona and there for a mid-European there is no autumn to be felt.

Every morning, as soon as it was light, I ran along the shore. It was terrific. The ideal temperature for running, a light breeze, the beach empty. Every morning I saw the man with the metal detector, searching the beach for coins and jewellery. Every morning I saw the homeless, wrapped up in their sleeping bags. And every morning I made an irritating observation, which didn’t fit the idyll, like the well-dressed man, who sorted through the rubbish bins. As soon as he found an empty alcohol bottle, he smashed it on the ground into a thousand pieces with frightening fervour. I was also irritated by the old woman, who all alone and naked had swum far out into the sea.

After my run I also went for a swim, after all it was 20 degrees. But, aware of the risks, I swam only close to the beach and properly dressed.

The only really disturbing experience in Barcelona was the two youths in the room next to mine, who at half past four in the morning, quite drunk, tried to break open the connecting door between our rooms. They didn’t succeed, but, with all the noise, sleep was impossible and, until the hotel security had finally succeeded in talking sense into them, it was almost time to go for a run.

Image source: Wolfang Dirscherl / pixelio.de


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Charity run on the Platzspitz


730624_web_r_k_b_by_lupo_pixelio-deI am convinced that people need movement just as they need food. Without movement one becomes weak and it is no longer possible to function. Without food one dies, as one also does without movement, only perhaps it takes a bit longer than 3 weeks.

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Achilles tendinitis II – or longing for jogging


I have an inflammation of the Achilles tendon (Inflammation of the Achilles tendon (Achilles tendinitis)). This is bad and has disfigured my daily routine beyond recognition. Since I cannot put weight on the damaged heel, the only way to move forward is by jumping or slightly supporting on the top. Continue reading


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Inflammation of the Achilles tendon (Achilles tendinitis)


Living healthy is impossible. It took a long time until I understood. But sometime it became clear to me that life is not doable without damaging one’s own body. Once can resign from sugar, white flour, alcohol, coffee, maybe even meat. But soon one notices that the 5 portions of fruits per day, as recommended by the cancer foundation, make the dental enamel melt because of the aggressive acid and remedies are difficult. Continue reading


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Collecting mushrooms


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt is August and I go jogging. The path in the woods is shadowy and thus I don’t mind the high temperatures. I run downhill and feel the sweat drops forming on my forehead and suddenly I see it. Next to the path a huge porcino. What am I going to do?, I think. But I cannot leave this showpiece. I take it, hide it in the grass and put a twig on the path so that I would find it on my way back. After 50 metres the next one. Thus my jogging tour turns into the obstacle course from mushroom to mushroom. Continue reading