Acting and Laundry
What’s up folks?
I’m actually about to tuck in for the night, but figured I’d have time for a quick post first.
Since last time we spoke, I’ve done huge loads of homework, gone to classes and…oh wait, I suppose that’s not quite what you were hoping to read about? The truth is, that most of my time is spent on doing just that: homework and attending lectures. Which I don’t mind, because this year, I don’t have any science courses! I think I mentioned it sometime last semester, that I’m absolutely not a fan of anything that has to do with science.
This year it’s all journalism, English and now — acting as well. I had my first acting class on Friday, and as with most things at Augustana, there’s no starting slow. On Monday already, I’ll perform my first monologue in front of the whole class, wish me luck! I also had to catch up with the rest of the class (since I decided I’d minor in theater a week late) So I read through one of our books from beginning to end today. It’s really interesting, and I can already state that acting is clearly underrated — there’s so much more to it than you think.
I also spent a good few hours translating and adding subtitles to the Norwegian documentary I made this summer. I have a hectic schedule, but it’ll be done by mid-October. (I apologize to the people who’s been waiting)
Anyway, after dinner we went to do some shopping, and then I did my laundry with Karen. We both kinda hate it, but since we watched “Friends” while waiting for the washing machine to be done, it was pretty okay.
Not the most amusing Saturday night, but we sure had fun!
This “beautiful” alien wishes y’all a good night <3
I’m letting you go.
For those of you who have been reading the blog for a while, this does probably not come as a big surprise. The people who are close to me, have known about my decision for a while already, but I have hesitated with “making it official,” because then it suddenly gets so real…
I have, after 10 years, decided to quit track and field.
I didn’t even tell my coach until a few days ago. Because I was still, deep inside, hoping everything would just suddenly work out — so that I could pick up the training where I left it a few months ago. Anyway, my ankle wanted it differently, which is why I’m writing this post.
To any new readers, I was diagnosed with a stress fracture of my navicular bone in early April. And because of what the doctor referred to as the “Female Athlete Triad minus the eating disorder-part,” the bone has not healed as well as it should have.
Anyway, back to my point. Of course I knew the day where I’d have let go of track would have to come sooner or later, but I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t have to come this soon. I truly believed I still had some decent performances stored inside me, and I’ve been waiting for the moment where I’d be able to re-feel that rush of setting a personal best. Because, even if I haven’t been able to show it in competition, I have over the past year, jumped (significantly) further, ran faster and lifted heavier than ever before – but only when I popped painkillers before and after every session.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a long talk with my doctor, and I’ve come to the conclusion that my track and field career is over. Two stress fractures, arthiritis in both my knee and ankle, chronic cartillage injuries under my knee-cap, a misniscus tear, plantar fasciatis, damaged heelpads in both feet, jumper’s knee, runner’s knee, shin splints, Sinus Tarsi Syndrome, countless bouts of tendonitis and cortisone injections in my foot.. just to mention a few of the reasons why I’ve made the decision to “retire.” It also turns out I’ve had a very low bodyfat percentage for a long time – to the point where I was putting my health at risk (!) I guess that’s the prize to pay for having a ripped six-pack for years.. heh.
I’ve been training six days a week since I was ten years old, so to quit exercising completely would be too much to ask from myself. Instead, I’ll switch my focus over to staying fit – without taking it too far. Which I admit, is pretty hard — I’m so used to giving 100% at all times.
When I took a break from track in 2012, I transfered all my discipline over to the sport of fitness/bodybuilding, where I had great progress in a very short period of time — Simply because I went ALL IN, and that was not exactly healthy either.
Over the past three months, I’ve instead tried to find some kind of enjoyment in swimming. Even as strange as it sounds, I find it quite therapeutic. Because it allows me to take a time-out where I can just forcus on my stroke technique, breathing, rhythm, feel my heart rate rise and at the same time push myself towords new personal bests – without pain in my foot.
So even if I’m done jumping, sprinting and lifting at a competitive level, I still hope my foot will allow me to jog without pain in the future. Next week’s MRI will help figure that out.
This post caught a little bit of a sad vibe right now, but that was not my intention at all. There is no disappointment, bitterness or anger behind this decision. I simply believe that it’s time for me to move on, and follow my heart.
I feel truly blessed looking back at all the memories I’ve collected at the track over the years. It’s been a journey I would never have been without.
And even if I never became an Olympic Champion, the sport has opened up other doors for future dreams to become true.
I’ll continue my journey at Augustana Univeristy, and I’m excited to see what God has in store.
Right now I’m just chilling at my grandparents house in Bergen, while waiting for my hair to dry after a pretty tough swimming session. I sat a new personal best in total distance covered in one session today, wohoo.
Yesterday, I met up with my fellow Augustana Viking, Karen! We haven’t seen each other since early June, so this Augie-refill was very needed. Since we’re both going back to the US in two weeks, we figured we should warm up our inner Americans a little, so we went to eat at Friday’s, before we followed up with some Ben&Jerry’s icecream. (Which by the way, is not quite as good as Cold Stone’s, but still pretty decent.)
Wups, I gotta go and pick up my sister and her boyfriend. Talk to ya later!
Coaching and swimming caps
I can’t believe the summer is almost over already! I’ll leave for the US in three weeks, man time flies !!
The weather here in Norway has been pretty awful ever since I got back here in May. In fact its been the coldest summer since 1946… but personally, I haven’t been in need of much nicer weather this year anyway. I’ve spent the majority of my time working, and I always feel it’s harder to spend lot of time indoors when the sun is shining, so I’m not complaining.
This week I coached the group of track athletes again. It was a lot of fun, especially when all the triple jumpers jumped over 60cm (2ft) longer than the first time I coached them. Progressssss 🙂
Then yesterday I went swimming again. Since I’m unable to work out without having some kind of a goal ahead of me, I always time my laps to see if I swim faster each week. Yesterday I sat four new personal bests, so I left the pool feeling pretty satisfied. Over the past eight weeks, I’ve shaved 2.5 miutes off my 200m time… which probably says more about how terrible I was to begin with, rather than how great I am now.
BUT, I did actually think I was pretty awesome for a while, because one day, all the other swimmers in the pool had started yielding for me. Some of them would even stop completely, and cling on to the edge if I was coming their way. At first I thought it was because they’d hardly want to interrupt this “pro athlete in her training for the Olympics” lol! But after some thinking I have (unfortunately) come to the conclusion that it probably has nothing to do with my swimming skills, but rather my “appearance” in the water. Because I do, unlike most of them, wear a one-piece swimsuit and a swim cap. (As opposed to a bikini and a pony-tail) You won’t believe how much more professional you look as soon as you pull that tight rubber thing over your head.
I have my reasons for that particular outfit though! I used to wear a bikini, but since my panties ended up around my ankles most of the time, and my top would be covering everything but my boobs, I gave up. My hair also went from brown to blonde because of the chlorine, so a swim cap simply became a necessity ^_^
Well, I should go and get something to eat, so I’ll talk to ya later,
About reporting and crawling
Before the summer started I had this idea that with the freedom of having no classes to attend to, no homework and no commitments, I’d have time to become a great blogger. Well.. I’m trying. But honestly, I don’t have more hours during the day than I need.
On Tuesday I spent all day working as a real freelance journalist. The National high jump Champion, Sindre Gelius Eikje received an award for his performances on the track. And since I’m making a documentary about him, I got to join the rest of the “press” into the City Hall. I had no idea what I was doing, but it went pretty great!
Then on Wednesday I had my first shift back at the grocery store.
Today I’ve done one interview, contacted some more sources for the documentary, and then I went swimming for a good hour. Since my foot doesn’t allow me to do much weight bearing exercise, I spend quite a bit of time in the pool. I’ve never been much of a swimmer, but I’m eagerly trying to learn the freestyle/crawl technique. It’s getting better, but I still struggle with breathing at the right places… Today it felt like I made it a habit to inhale UNDER the water. Bahh, at least I didn’t swallow half the pool, like I did on Monday #progress