Actress Photos Actress Juliane Wurm HD Photos and Wallpapers December 2020 By GethuCinema Admin December 6, 2020 Related Posts Juliane Wurm Top 100 Instagram Photos and Posts 1. 10.2K Likes Download Photo Juliane Wurm InstagramCaption : Testing while... Juliane Wurm Most Liked Photos and Posts 1. 3.9K Likes Download Photo Juliane Wurm InstagramCaption : Why I... Actress Juliane Wurm HD Photos and Wallpapers September 2023 Actress Juliane Wurm HD Photos and Wallpapers October 2022 Actress Juliane Wurm HD Photos and Wallpapers July 2022 Actress Juliane Wurm HD Photos and Wallpapers June 2021 Share This Post FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsAppReddItTelegram Why I struggle cooperating with other women (yet). . Competition is about comparison, about rankings, numbers, about quantifying one’s performance and I very much internalised that concept. I constantly compare myself with women my age. It is something I’m not at all proud of and that I don’t like about myself. I competed with women around my age in climbing, so this has become my group of comparison. I compare myself inside this group in climbing – be it a boulder, a route, but also outside climbing – in school, professional success, knowledge, other sports… I rarely compare myself with men. I often climb with other men, my brother, my roommate, friends from the climbing gym. During these sessions I have approximately zero ambition. I try the easiest boulders, if I fail, I don’t care. I don’t feel any urge to make up an excuse. If I climb with other women, I try very hard, I’m focussed, I want to be the first one to get up a boulder or a route, I want to be stronger on training exercises. It is so deep inside me that even if I want to turn it off, I usually can’t. I make up excuses if I fail, emphasise that I don’t care and haven’t trained much lately, that I have lots of other stuff to do or in my mind. . I developed that behaviour in climbing, but I also carried it into other fields of my life. I’m often fine with other women my age being good at things, I usually just want to be a tiny little bit better. For years now I’m aware of this concept not being very sensible and if often disgusts me and makes me feel ashamed in front of myself. I’m aware of it being arbitrary since the day I’m not competing anymore. Why don’t I compare myself with people who invested as much as I did, who care as much about a certain thing, be it men, women, people who are younger or older,…? Rationally seen I want to build a team with other women, I want us to support each other, I want to support other women when needed and be able to accept support when I need it and compete from time to time to increase our performances when we care. . While thinking about this I’m always wondering, if this is only my personal problem or if this concerns (female) society as a whole? Being too male to be considered female?!?! . Ever since my youth I felt torn between being ‘sufficiently’ female and the dream of becoming a strong climber, which involved having muscles and thus becoming a bit more male. I felt torn between doing training exercises and standing in front of the mirror at H&M as a teen, smashing tank tops due to having muscles. At times I didn’t want to do specific training exercises, because I didn’t like how they changed my body. I disliked how my biceps grew bigger from pull-ups, how I became broader from doing push-ups. . To a certain point having muscles as a woman is considered beautiful, but the point that makes you a successful sports person is often times a little further than that. I remember an endless amount of moments where friends, family, other competitors said how the sixpack of that random climber girl is a bit too much, how her biceps is a bit too big, how her back looks a bit too muscular, how she is a bit too massive in general. Over the time I developed the notion that there are two ‘no-goes’ for a female sports person: 1) being too lean and muscular at the same time, because that makes you look too fibrous; that looks a bit too morbid I suppose. 2) being muscular and a bit chubby, because that looks too massive and I guess too male. . Most of the time I felt like I’m not representing these ‘no-goes’, but I was always afraid of getting there and felt sorry for those who represented these ‘extreme’ body types – what the heck! . I felt like in conversations about female bodies in sports the terms ‘sporty’ or ‘muscular’ are often used as euphemisms for being ‘(too) male’. This notion involved to my understanding that the transitions are very smooth – between fibrous, lean, chubby, massive,… but the underlying system is very binary – sufficiently female or too male. My feelings accompanied by this notion went up and down and changed over the years and there were times where I loved my muscles or looking sporty (mostly when I was very much absorbed into the sports environment and successful), but there were many times where I felt like the elephant in the room (usually outside sports). When I stood on my first podium of a European Youth Cup as a teen I was very happy, but I felt like I was only lucky. Later on in World Cup finals I often felt like I didn’t belong there and could very soon be unmasked. I was worried that I just wouldn’t get into any of the starting positions and people would be wondering what I was doing there. I felt like I got there, because I was mostly lucky, other people failed for inexplicable reasons or were injured and would have been way stronger than me,… When I failed on the other hand I never thought other people were extremely lucky, but that I just climbed crap, that I needed to train more, that I was too heavy, that I wasn’t focussed or whatever… In general I was often times way more afraid of failing than eager to win. . During my first years of med school I was terrified how I’d explain to my family and friends if I’d fail and be exmatriculated. I fantasized about just going underground to some remote place or some other country if that’d happen. Even after finishing med school, over the last couple of months, I had some weird moments where I feared someone could just come and strip me of the degree. Underlying these fears and feelings is some sort of shame that I keep thinking would come with failure and showing weakness. I grew up in an environment where I was always highly supported in things I’m good at and failure was rather analyzed or tried to avoid. I did fail at many things, but I am still extremely bad at talking about it due to the potential shame that comes with it. By not talking about my failures and weaknesses I sometimes feel like I’m biasing my surrounding and creating expectations I’m not able to match, which inevitably enhances the fear of failing and the feeling of being a little bit of an impostor. Should we really celebrate successful athletes so much? . There are a couple of reasons why I‘m confused by that. One is that competing very much involves focussing on one thing, often oneself, in order to increase individual sports performance. Often this is mostly intrinsically motivated, sometimes the motivation might be rooted somewhere else (which might be prone to creating questionable dependencies). When I started climbing as a 10y-old-kid, I absolutely fell in love with this way of movement. I seemed to have a talent and was told that consequently I’d probably do well in comps. I had done comps in gymnastics and track&field before and my childhood heroes were successful gymnasts, skiers, runners and soon climbers… Throughout the following years I committed for this comp path and very much enjoyed the lifestyle. I spent most of my time training or thinking about training, climbing and comps and received huge support from my environment. I wasn’t very eager to try hard in school, didn’t care very deeply about other people’s well-being or my social relationships. However, my often egocentric behavior seemed to be justifiable through medals and even seemed to be part of my talent in sports. . Ever since I stopped competing, people celebrated me for having been a successful competitor and it has been quite a door-opener for me. Looking back, I’ve surely learned a lot as an athlete and it shaped who I am today, but increasing competitive performance also came with a questionably narrow path to go. In my eyes many of the people we celebrate as our (sports) heroes are good at going this narrow path and ignoring many things and people around unless it might help increasing their performance. I see the point that it’s fascinating to see a (sports) person being so absorbed by something and thus showing incredible performance, but it irritates me that we’re so willing to encourage and celebrate that behavior or that we don’t shed enough light on the ways competitors strive to success in a more holistic and realistic way. I’m not sure if we’re aware of the direction in which comp sports pushes young athletes, imo, a system that in many cases is hard to exit. When talking about the connection between climbing and body weight I’m sometimes astonished that voices become quite, people turn around to see who’s listening that this topic still seems to hold something mystic. . I began realising the role of body weight in climbing during my youth. After some days of being sick with food poisening, I expected to feel very weak on the climbing wall, but to my surprise the contrary was the case. I was around 13 yo and had developed an ambition in climbing. From that point onwards I began seeing a connection between how much I ate and my climbing and started playing with it. I read about diets, tried to eat less, weighed myself frequently and this topic became very present on my mind. I developed an ideal of beauty of a very thin, but muscular body, started comparing my body to other female climbers and felt weak if they had thinner thighs than I had. I developed lots of very weird misconceptions about how to lose weight while not becoming physically weak/losing muscles. There were a handful of desperate moments during my teens where I thought about the reasonableness of vomiting up my last meal (luckily ended up not doing so). . I’m not sure whether I would have talked about it openly during my youth, but looking back, there simply wasn’t much room for that. While it is obvious that there is a strong connection between climbing performance & body weight/nutrition to anyone who has tried to push their climbing limits, this topic was a taboo (and maybe still is). I feared being stigmatised as being over-ambitious, expected people to tell me I should just train more instead of thinking about what I ate, feared not being taken seriously. Only when I was around 20 yo I started talking about the the role of weight in climbing with friends. I was lucky to be surrounded with people with whom we created room for ourselves for exchanging information, revising misconceptions, talking about the limits, consequences and dangers of playing with weight. The topic stayed very present on my mind until I stopped competing, but it helped immensely to talk about it in a more rational way to keep some emotional distance from my body weight. . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth . My impact on our climate as a former comp climber and as a rock climber is obviously not deniable. It triggers an uncomfortable dissent probably known to many people. I travelled the world as a competitor; to China for a Worldcup-weekend – enjoying chinese food and markets, being amazed by the traffic in mega-cities, overwhelmed by the anonymity and feeling lost by not being able to communicate; to the US and Canada for some more Worldcups for the next weekends – Starbucks, Chipotle, longboarding and shopping; back to Germany and a squeezed-in rockclimbing trip to South Africa – climbing on perfect rock, sitting around bonfires through the night with climbers from all over the world, getting to know this culture with its complex history. I felt like I was living the average life of a professional climber. Almost every part of the world seemed approachable. I felt privileged and grateful for being able to travel the world for climbing, it has shaped who I am and has become part of my identity. After a while at home, I feel restless and start day dreaming about cactuses in Hueco Tanks, mountain lakes at RMNP, sunsets in Rocklands – memories of moments where I felt completely awestruck by the beauty of our nature. . Over the last decade, with the horrors of climate change coming to our minds very vividly, fires and droughts all over the world, it has become irresponsible to travel these amounts, especially by plane. It destroys the exact places that we love so much. My own perception for how much I fly or used to fly has changed and had an influence on decisions I made, but has not entirely kept me from traveling by plane. I kept finding justifications for why it’s ok to travel by plane, even if it has become way less. Since COVID-19 in large part determines our lives, this conflict has been put aside for now. It made me rediscover the beauty of local crags, I bought a bike and find more appreciation for close-by nature spots, which I hope and plan to keep up. Perhaps post-COVID-life won’t be the same as before anyway, but I wonder: How do we envision competitive or outdoor sports in times of climate change?! Planet Earth pre-covid climbing fun + tan (or sunburn). feels like one million years ago. . *if anyone in Berlin has access to a private climbing wall or solarium please lmk 😘 . Pic: @flowingbody Planet Earth My struggle with the limits of female physique in sports or not being male enough. . As a young and ambitious female climber, when my male counterparts developed muscles during puberty, I remember feeling disappointed about the adaptations to training my body seemed to be able to. I trained harder and more often than many of the boys, while they became physically stronger with seemingly no effort. Meanwhile I became a little heavier and hoped that my body wouldn’t become ‘too female’. By doing physical/strength training I sometimes felt like I’m trying suppress my femininity. I was aware that climbing is a very technical sport and that one could come very far with technical delicacies, but I always thought that even if I’d train my hardest, my pure physical abilities would never be much better than those of an ambitious male hobby climber. . I considered competitive sports as a field where the limits of the human body could be tested and struggled with the fact that it would, in most cases, be more sensible for me to compare myself with women (especially when coming close to the limits of what’s currently possible), while men could compare themselves within the whole human group. Growing up in a society that resonated that unfair gender gaps between men and women were fought to be closed, I felt like I’m standing next to the most natural gap and had to accept that chances (of success, rewards, recognition,…) might be equal, but this body-gap couldn’t be closed. I struggled with this in climbing and during my competitive career, but also when watching quantifiable female sports on tv. I struggled with the inferiority of pure strength of female bodies at the limits in quantifiable sports. congrats for becoming last ninja standing for the 1037372th time in a row. It’s a mystery to me how you’re SO freakin good at everything you do… seriously, how?! anyhow, I love bragging about you being my brother. ❤️ congrats for becoming last ninja standing for the 1037372th time in a row. It’s a mystery to me how you’re SO freakin good at everything you do… seriously, how?! anyhow, I love bragging about you being my brother. ❤️ congrats for becoming last ninja standing for the 1037372th time in a row. It’s a mystery to me how you’re SO freakin good at everything you do… seriously, how?! anyhow, I love bragging about you being my brother. ❤️ congrats for becoming last ninja standing for the 1037372th time in a row. It’s a mystery to me how you’re SO freakin good at everything you do… seriously, how?! anyhow, I love bragging about you being my brother. ❤️ I just put together a blog. I think I’ll switch between English and German, let’s see. First one is in German tho 🙂 Hope you enjoy 😉 . Link in bio 🙂 Nippes, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany Sometimes this whole bouldering thing is just so much fun 😍 . Video by @_alexwurm . @mammut_swiss1862 @madrockclimbing Boulderplanet I miss this place 😍🇿🇦 Rocklands, Western Cape, South Africa 17,18,19,19,19,19,20 – noch 10! – wie viele Klimmzüge ich an den roten Henkeln im Dach im Kletter-Max in Dortmund gemacht habe, wie schön es war platt ins Seil zu fallen, unten mit dir einzuschlagen und in deine strahlenden Augen zu gucken, motiviert zu werden für das nächste Mal: hoch, runter, hoch, runter, hoch, runter, hoch – im Dach, an der KA2000, am Block, an der 18-Meter-Wand, mit von dir durch‘s Seil geschickter Energie. Wie du mir Fanta bestellt hast, wenn ich nicht mehr konnte; wie wir mit dir freitags abends mit der ganzen Kindergruppe Schinken-Käse-Pizzabrötchen bei Mamma Mia in Hörde bestellt haben und 15 Liegestütze machen mussten, wenn wir mit unseren Fettfingern weiter geklettert sind. 15 Liegestütze für‘s mit dem Cityroller durch die Kletterhalle heizen, 15 Liegestütze für‘s zu spät zu kommen, weil ‚Richter Alexander Hold’ so spannend war, 15 Liegestütze für hässliche 8er Knoten, für’s französisch sichern mit der 8, für’s Rucksack mitten in die Halle feuern, für’s Mitbringen von nur einem Kletterschuh, dafür das verknotete Seil einfach in den Schrank zu pfeffern – ich hab sie alle gern gemacht, die Klimmzüge, Liegestütze und die unendlich vielen Routen!! . Du hast mit deiner unglaublichen Ausstrahlung so viele Kinder in deinen Bann gezogen, Kindheiten begleitet, hast die Liebe für das Klettern in dutzenden Kindern und Familien entfacht, hast uns für diesen Sport begeistert, der viele von uns unser ganzes Leben begleitet und begleiten wird! Wir werden dich unendlich vermissen, Dieter ❤️ Dortmund Hörde City Covid-19 hat unser Leben stark verändert. Noch viel stärker sind aber die Mädchen und Jungen in den Plan-Programmländern, wie beispielsweise mein Patenkind Abate in Äthiopien von den langfristigen Auswirkungen der Krise beeinträchtigt. Um diesen Kindern weiterhin die Chance auf ein selbstbestimmtes Leben zu ermöglichen, sammle ich vom 28.-30. August #KilometerfürKinderrechte beim Plan International Kilometerzähler. Pro Kilometer, den ich an dem Wochenende der Spendenaktion spaziere (bin Touri-mäßig in Berlin unterwegs), wird meine Kilometerpatin und #kinderbrauchenfans-Botschafterin @ingridklimke einen Euro in die Corona-Nothilfe von Plan spenden. Ingrid, wie viele Kilometer wirst du reiten? Seid auch dabei, denn jeder Kilometer zählt – mit dem Rad, zu Fuß oder am Fels ;). Anmeldung und Infos im Link in meiner Bio. #planinternationaldeutschland #plandeutschland TagsJuliane Wurm Previous articleActor Carmine Buschini HD Photos and Wallpapers December 2020Next articleActor Steve Blackman HD Photos and Wallpapers December 2020