They say that time heal all wounds. I hope that They are right and that time is working overtime on my right leg. Although more than two years has passed since the snow on Lebnes tore me apart, the scars that the avalanche left on my body still give me pain. But time is making … Continue reading Pleasure and pain
When I got the offer to work for UiT back in March, I didn’t need much time to think before I accepted the invitation. I knew that I had to do this, to move north. But I have to confess that the emotions inside didn’t all feel like pinkish butterflies, some felt more like dark … Continue reading Ghosts in the shell
And then suddenly, it happened. Not the big breakthrough that happens when you excel because your body is stronger than ever before and the pain is completely gone, but the giant, no gargantuan breakthrough when you do something in spite of the hellish pain and that damn weak body. The past weekend, I reclaimed the … Continue reading Reclaiming fjällen
I haven’t updated this blog for quite some time. Mainly because life has been, well just plain life I guess. With an ankle that keeps giving me shit every time I shove it down a ski boot, a winter that just didn’t have the strength to hold on, a partner bound to the sofa and … Continue reading Living life instead of fighting it
At the end of 2014, I dreamt of a 2015 very different from the year that past. A year more similar to 2013. Those dreams have not really come true, yet: The MTB trip to the mountains on Gran Canaria that would kick the year off never happened. Martin fell ill with some mysterious sickness … Continue reading Low expectations and high hopes
So 2014 lies on its deathbed and gasps for air. I can’t say that I feel all that sad: In contrast to 2013, which let me fly high and as close to the sun as you possibly can without burning, 2014 let me crash and burn. But it hasn’t been all bad. Yes, I have … Continue reading Good bye 2014, and good riddance!
So I think I had the nerve to claim that I can make myself bad ass by thinking I am bad ass. Jeebs, I’m just a plain ass. So perhaps I didn’t worry that much before surgery. But man how I’ve worried and whimpered and whined ever since it was done! I really can’t handle … Continue reading In the sinkhole