Stories

Where to begin?

  • October 28, 2017

Life is a roller-coaster. Ups and downs, straight forward, some tight curves, some air-time, some high-siding - and then of course the finish and end. I feel like I have taken part of all those stages the last two years. My best friend died. There is a lot to say about that, but I will not. Grief is an ocean of depth, and I am still not there that I can share it. Perhaps I never can. My son was born. If anything in my life has come close to a miracle, it was seeing my son for the first time after 36 hours of labour and 9 months of worrying. Of course he is perfect. How could he not be? We...

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Why do we need “girls only” activities?

  • April 5, 2017
Why do we need “girls only” activities?

I see it everywhere: "Girls only biking weekend" - "Girls only skiing weekend" - and they are always together with yoga. Nothing wrong with yoga, I stretch every other day myself, but it seems to be always an activity included in girls only initiatives. I find it interesting how tight these two are linked together. For years I ran a few "girls only" clinics on the river, and it seemed like a good gig. Girls were happy to get on the water together, without any male interference.  Today I am not so sure about this concept anymore. Are we really in need of surrounding ourselves with only females...

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Tolerance – an outdated word?

  • October 29, 2016
Tolerance – an outdated word?

  On september 4th I gave birth to my first son Benjamin. My nine months of pregnancy were surprisingly easy and allowed me to kayak up until 10 days before birth, endurobike and even paraglide up until month seven. In the 8th month I went hiking for 7 hours in the vicinity of Svartisen glacier, and in general feeling very good as the little man grew happily inside. As it turned out, not everybody liked the fact that a woman still goes down a hill on a bike or jumps in the kayak to paddle class four as soon as the belly can be seen...     Before pregnancy I repeatedly...

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Futalife

  • March 25, 2016

As I climb out of bed at the break of dawn I yet again think about how incredibly rich my life is. If I had never said yes to join a roll practise in the small pool in Sjoa at age 16, I would not be sipping coffee in my cabin Soria Moria, overlooking the magical waters of rio Futaleufu, Chile. But as it is, I do not believe in coincidences. Not at all.     I believe strongly that we shape our own world. The real challenge of life lies within recognizing the chances when they come along –to grab them and go with them. Of course, in a parallell universe I might have been...

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