I’m absolutely flattered by the nice response I received after the TV interview yesterday. I even got several “good job” and “good luck” messages from people I haven’t seen in years!
Now I’m in the middle of editing the second and third part, and then I’ll head to work in two hours.
As I’ve mentioned before, I work at Meny Karmsundgata this summer – the very same store I worked at for two years saving up money for college. I’m not gonna lie and say that I loved every minute of those two years.
I think it had something to do with the fact that last time I was at a very uncertain stage in my life. My dreams of going to college right after high school had been crushed by a bad leg injury. I had also been told by the doctors that I’d have to give up the love of my life – track. The world as I knew it had just fallen apart. And because I didn’t have anything else to go to, I HAD to work there at the store. I think deep down I was just very frustrated, and “blamed” it on the job, when in reality it had nothing to do with the job itself.
Luckily, things worked out and I got accepted to Augustana college in SD, where I even got to do track! Wow, who would’ve thought that’d be possible?
Therefore, this year I CHOSE to go back and work at Meny, to make the rest of my education abroad a little more affordable. There’s a big difference between being forced to do something, and wanting to do something. And you know what? I really like it this time around !
Now that my sister also works there, my productivity went from good to great – because we’re both so incredibly competitive towards each other. We compete in who can “face” the shelfs or complete the tasks on the list in the shortest amount of time etc. Pretty nice!
Track is not healthy
In that case I think we can all agree that my Track & Field “career” has been a success… haha. In the post “It ain’t all sunshine” I mentioned that I missed out on the entire track season of 2010, half of 2012, all of 2013, 2014 and now at least half of 2015. I then received some questions about what exactly happened. I know this might be of zero interest to most of you, but since this blog already contains a great deal of track material, I might as well share it with y’all.
Well, I began my track and field adventure in 2004, at age 11. The morning after I’d done my first practice ever, I woke up feeling sick. Very sick, in fact I was so sick I got hospitalized for the next eight weeks. Turned out it had nothing to do with the practice itself, but rather a mysterious infection that made my organs shut down. I also lost one third of my body weight during the stay at the hospital. However, I recovered extremely quickly, which according to the doctors was nothing short of a miracle. Thank God! I decided to give track another try the following year. Things went great, and I jumped an inch higher than my own head at age 14, which to this day probably stands as one of my best sports performance xD Anyway, I placed top 3 in most competitions all the way through 2009.
This time I was forced to sit out 90% of the season because of an ankle injury which ended my “career” as a high jumper. During that time, I discovered a new passion in Olympic Weightlifting. After a cortisone injection I was able to save some of the track season with a bronze in the triple jump at Youth Nationals.
Was amazing, both on the track and the weightlifting platform. I became the National Champion in Olympic weightlifting for both Seniors and Juniors, got to represent the National team on the track as well.
I got a stress fracture in my shin bone. Read more about that HERE
I wasn’t able to return to jumping until September 2013. And since the season ends in September I didn’t get to compete at all that year. Then, literally a week after I had done my first practice, I managed to run a milk trolley over my foot at work, so I was back on crutches.
I have the tendency to make weird videos when I’m injured.. to cheer myself up and kill some of that extra time I have when I can’t work out..
First season in America, and my ankle decided to get a “stress fracture” So I only got to do one triple jump meet.
On the bright side I got to work on my handstand skills.
Now that I’ve had a couple of weeks off, I’ve had some time to think and ask myself: WHY IN THE WORLD AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF? Well.. I don’t know.
But I guess some place deep inside I’m hoping I’ll be able to let it go someday. Knowing that I did my best, I worked hard, I kept going when many would have given up, and that someday I can close that chapter without feeling that I lost something. On the other hand.. I guess what I’m really hoping is that all this work will pay off someday, so that I can retire with the feeling of some kind of accomplishment.
But either way, I’m excited to see what God has in store – whether it’s on or off the track.
400 000 views on YouTube
I just noticed this morning that my YouTube Channel now has more than 402 000 views! I’ve been rather inactive on YouTube over the past few months, so this number definitely took me by surprise.
I first started uploading videos to get feedback on my high jump form. At the time, I didn’t have a coach, and the only chance I had at receiving any technical advice was through the internet. However, as time went by, I started to use the channel as a place where I could store all the footage I shot. And now, it turns out that some people out there actually watches it!
This is one of my first videos. I was; like most people back then, terrified of revealing my true identity online – hence the rather unspecific title:
The good thing about it, is that I now have my teenage years documented on video. However, looking through some of those older videos, I realize that my passions as a teenager were a little unusual (read: weird.) As an extremely goal oriented person, my interests were often a little on the extreme side too. For example, one day I decided to see how many crunches/sit-ups I could do in a row. So I started counting, and stopped at 1001. I felt very accomplished afterwards, so I told my training buddies about it, but they didn’t believe me: “No way you did a thousand, prove it!” So what did I do? I went back home, found my parent’s video camera and did it all over again. 1108 this time, just to be on the safe side. Here’s the video:
Then, I went through a phase where I was absolutely determined to be the master of handstands:
Followed by a time were track was replaced by Olympic Weightlifting:
Back on track:
Then I inured my leg, and discovered drawing:
Tried out Fitness:
Started training for College:
And then moved to the US to attend College: