When I got to my room in the quarantine hotel, it was like a bad movie.
The low point.
I was tested early every day and found out the next day: I'm positive again.
If I had known from the start that it would be twelve days, I might have been calmer.
In the meantime I just wanted to go home.
I thought none of this makes sense here.
On Valentine's Day I came back to the team hotel in the evening, but had to continue to isolate myself there.
After the health check, I'm still out late on the cross-country ski run.
I really needed to get some fresh air and exercise.
That was the moment I thought it was over.
During the stress test, I felt good physically and in terms of running.
After my jump on the day of the team competition I was very relieved.
Not perfect, but really good for the whole situation.
Now I could take a deep breath and focus on the run.
It was my turn around 7:30pm, it was getting colder and colder.
Austria and Norway had pulled away slightly.
I initially found the connection.
But at the beginning of the second lap I felt the lactate in my thigh.
Then came the cold.
I tried to keep the gap as close as possible to the transition zone.
As I lay there, I couldn't move.
Our supervisors carried me into the catacombs and wrapped me up warm.
I had no idea how the race had turned out.
At some point it was said that we had won a medal.
At least bronze, I thought.
Luckily Vinz (closing runner Vinzenz Geiger, editor's note) still made it.
It wasn't until I was back with the boys, in the TV interview, that I found out it was silver.
I could hardly believe that it turned out like this.
Recorded by Julia Basic