Stories

My first…

  • August 29, 2015

... semi-final in canoe slalom just happened three weeks ago. It might seem like a small accomplishment, but to tell you the truth - I was (almost) crying on the conveyor belt back up to the top of the course after the run that got me through. Let me take you on a little journey. I was 15, or maybe 16, but it doesnt matter. What mattered was this guy, Petter, who was doing his best to teach me how to do an eskimo roll. I didn´t get it. Not then, and not in the next three months. We did however start dating, and I kept trying to get the roll. I was bad at it. I was not a born kayaker. But I was stubborn. In...

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From gates to waterfalls and back

  • July 17, 2015

To be surrounded by world class paddlers on the slalom courses this spring and summer has been very liberating and a tiny bit humbling - the only way I can possibly win in slalom is to become my very best. And when I say "win" I am not talking about getting anywhere close to the top of a slalom podium - I talk about becoming as good as I can in the discipline. I headed back to Norway after five weeks of training in Spain in the spring. After a couple of weeks of  training sessions on our small course in Voss and teaching a few clinics through my company Soria Moria Adventures, I went to the ICF training...

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A different spring

  • June 7, 2015

I made it back to Norway some three weeks ago, and arrived in Bergen buzzing on a five week high from a beautiful Spanish spring with a lot of improvement in my slalom boat and a nice farmer-tan from the sunny catalon spring days. I landed in Bergen to the coldest spring seen in more than 30 years. It really hasn´t stopped raining since, and it has been bitter cold - keeping the levels down. As a matter of fact, they are just rising last night/morning, in due time for when I am flying to London for a week of training in the olympic course of Lee Valley. Phew... chasing water is testing at times.. However,...

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A day without gates!

  • May 11, 2015

After a month of battling gates it was liberating to say the least to jump in the car on Saturday night after my session and drive west. I realised perhaps a little late that the drive that was gonna take me to the river called Ara might be a little long after two sessions on the water - four hours winding up and down over spectacular mountain passes and valleys. But one thing is for sure: This part of Spain is magic. The Ara is a gem of a river that flows from the heart of the Pyrenees with 3000 mts peaks dominating the view. The river is born high up at the Ara glaciar and flows about 79 kilometers...

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