Last winter was nice. Cold, lots of snow, compared to the average year when there is practically none. Tough on the legs though, but last winter I had no plans to run 50km each week. Just went out when I felt like it. Sometimes even with skis on, but that’s another story. Spring came and… Continue reading Motivation, I mean the lack of one
Connecting service roads
Given how I practically didn’t swing my leg over a bicycle during the year that’s coming to an end it’s best to start planning the next one. And put the plans somewhere potentially public, if it were to put a tiny amount of pressure on whatever it is that gets to decide if it’s a… Continue reading Connecting service roads
Two thousand and..
I can’t help but smile a bit about it, a little, but I never meant to run. Now it’s what keeps me in shape. And not just physically, far from it. Although the trails are just ground—mud and rocks and dirt and gravel and whatnot—under my feet, I attribute all sorts of magical qualities to them.
Aus der Reihe: Not a bike lane
I have had the pleasure of experiencing the route I call Bergen–Voss; The Bicycle Super Highway twice now. The Super Highway part being a questionable attempt at internet irony. The second time I noticed how I was stopping occasionally along the way asking myself what the bloody h..* I was doing, how I was too… Continue reading Aus der Reihe: Not a bike lane
Love the smell of birch in the evening
A good man i knew used to call them mountain–birches, which is what he grew up calling them in south Norway. Birches that don’t grow so much upwards but in more or less all directions. In my old country they’re just birches and when I used to live there they didn’t grow on mountains. None that… Continue reading Love the smell of birch in the evening
Do run run run
I guess I’m in no shape to run 20km with almost a thousand meters of climbing. I realize that now, third day in a row, three days after the deed. But while it lasted, damn it felt good! Still does, in fact.
Seeing places
The bus came, and the bus left. And I stood on the platform thinking—that wasn’t planned! Actually, what I thought contained somewhat stronger language but no need to get into the details. Cycling out of Bergen Norway, where I live, may or may not be a successful task. Depending on where you want to go… Continue reading Seeing places