Dentist.

I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a routine, once a year, check up. 

I don’t like dentists. I think I have a mild form of dentist phobia. It’s the way your completely left under there violence, metal hooks and all, and those face masks they ware does not help, nor does the latex gloves.

I hope I don’t have anything to fear for tomorows visit. I don’t want to have to go back there anytime soon.

Look here, theres nothing wrong with my teeth, right?

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Getting lost on MTB and Vote!

Went out mountain biking today. Again we, Camilla and I, went up to Svarte Mossen (The Black Small Lake). We thought we would have a nice hour up there on the trails in the woods but again we got lost. Just like we did at Svens Alter. Whats up with that?

We got a god twenty minutes in the woods before we found ourselves out on tarmac bicycle trails. Forty minutes of street riding. Not exactly what our bikes are designed for. Still a good work out.

Below I give you a before exercise picture. I don’t know if you can appreciate how narrow and hard my saddle is. It’s pretty narrow and hard but I’ve already covered that here.

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Arsenal vs. Man U, 08 November 2008.

I would like to see the football game in the post headline live.
There is a small chance for me to do that.
You have to help me.

Nike has a competition.
You design a football boot. People vote for you. If you win you go to the game.

I have designed three boots.
One for Gallas. One for Walcott. One for Fabregas
Please: click on the links above, then vote for my designs.

Come on! Send me to The Emirates Stadium

Thank you!

18:07 – 18:12

An extremely lazy one today. Took a day of from training because my body told me to do so. Yesterday we had the first Punk of Country reu(o)nion. It was really fun. Can’t give you any pictures yet though. My camera is with Camilla who is in London and Lars-Martin, who took a lot of pictures with his mobile phone, has not sent those to me yet. I’m sure there are some great ones.

Not a lot else going on. There has been a lot of football watching this weekend. As we speak I am watching Manchester United vs. Newcastle, the second of two matches being watched today. Yesterday we, the guys and I, watched three and a half games, the half being the first half of the Beijing 2008 Olympics game between Brazil and Cameroon.

The most important one for me was Arsenal vs. WBA. It ended 1-0 after a goal from Nasri and I am very pleased.

Yes that’s about it.

Can I kick it?

A second week of training under my belt.

Yup! The second week of training and eating healthy, or perhaps: eating regular size portions of food at regular intervals of time, is over. It’s been a good week up until today, maybe up until yesterday.

I sat my fat ass on the exercise bike and started to pedal away. I had no strength, no power in my muscles what so ever. I already felt it yesterday when I was out power walking but I then thought that is was because I hadn’t had any food. I tried that power walk before breakfast thing. Some say you burn more fat when you do it and that it’s good for you, some say it’s bad for you because all though you burn more fat (some times just a small amount more) you also risk, if you give too much, to start braking down muscle mass, and that’s not good.

On the exercise bike I realized that yesterdays believed reason didn’t play any, or maybe a very small, part in me feeling tired. 

I might have to revise my training schedule. Three days of training then one day of rest is maybe too much. I think I will start by resting two days for every fourth interval. This means. 3 days of training + 1 day of rest x 3, then 3 days of training + 2 days of rest x 1.

Let’s see how that goes.

I leave you with two pictures from Thursdays work out/nature walk at Svens Altare, Orust . The last picture is taken upon a look out point, the actual Svens Alter, where he used to preach to his sheep, and right before Camilla and I got lost.

Pre Punk of Country reu(o)nion!

I used to play in a band called Punk of Country.
We released one album called Leaving the trees behind on a small record label called Gain.
We had a fun couple of years.
We were on our way up but didn’t really have enough energy to reach the top.
While we were recording our second album we decided to call it quits.
All good things must come to an end.

The fun part about endings is that you can start right back up.
Tomorrow we will have the first Punk of Country Reu(o)nion!
No we won’t play or anything like that. We will watch football, have a few beers and talk. It’s going to be really fun!

I leave you with a picture from the totally catastrophic photo session we had before our album release. Too much make up, and a A&R who didn’t share our aesthetic vision…

 

If you want to know why there is an O inside a parenthesis it’s because of our drummer, we called him the onion or Löken in Swedish. If you want to know why we did that you have to hang around this blog, I might share it one day.

My weekend.

Saturday:

Arsenal v WBA 13:45

Bolton v Stoke City 16:00

Everton v Blackburn 16:00

Hull City v Fulham 16:00

Middlesbrough v Tottenham 16:00

West Ham Utd v Wigan Athletic 16:00

Sunderland v Liverpool 18:30

Sunday:

Chelsea v Portsmouth 14:30

Aston Villa v Manchester City 16:00

Man Utd v Newcastle 17:00

Fall semester of 2008, here I come!

Just got an e-mail from my professor.
As you might have read, frequenting this blog as you do, I one week in July struggled with an aesthetics exam, or more accurately: struggled with a couple of questions from an aesthetics exam which I hadn’t answered correctly first time around. In the e-mail I got, I got the thumbs up. I have passed!

This means that I, on paper, am done with the first semester and have completed all the studies which I have to have done to be able to attend, or even aply for, semester two.

So, even if I never was worried it now feels good to now that I am officially in.

Out Farm and turbo tourism.

Back from the Island of the Orust. It was a short one, a one nighter.

So, my sister lives on Orust. An Island with small town, if not country, feel to it. Where everyone knows everyone and all is well… yeah right! 

On Wednesday morning we were waken by the telephone at 0700h (not that any of us had been sleeping much at all the night before. My sister has two cats and the Boo loves cats. He searched for them all night, running up and down the stairs, scratching on closed doors, panting like… well like a hound). On the other side of the telephone there was a neighbour telling Tullans boyfriend, Benny, to take a look outside their window. We all did. This is what we found:

The bus stop stands, or stood, as the only obstacle near the road on a long straight.

So not all that calm a place. The sign on the bus stop reads Out Farm, which is where my sister and Benny live. Out Farm is right by Pig Bay and Valley Village (translated to English that is).

While on Orust Camilla and I decided to to a bit of turbo tourism (all tough the term was coined while doing it). We went to a place on the north-west on Orust called Svens Altare. A nature walk based around a hill top where a sheep herder named Sven a long time ago used to stand and preach to his sheep. We did a power walk/hike kind of thing so we combined work out with tourism, taking pictures and taking in the scenery fast and a part of the work out, there of the name turbo tourism.

Of coarse we got lost, ending up no where near where we started and adding about half an hour to our walk.

Row, row, row your boat…

I have, since I started this working out, good, healthy, life, wondered about upper body work outs. I have walked, run, mountain biked, all using, for the most part, my legs.

Yesterday all that changed.

Camilla, The Boo and I decided to to a last gasp vacation move and took the bus out to my sister Tullan who lives on the Island of the Orust. When we arrived I went rowing with Tullans man Benny. Yes you heard me: rowing! And not the sitting in a small boat fishing kind. No. This was a big wooden boat with room for 10 rowers (the information behind the link is in Swedish but just look at the pictures if you don’t understand the language, it was, if that is not understood, with these guys, and that boat, that I went out rowing), all though we were just seven, and one guy in the front shouting out commandos and steering with the rudder. It was fun and it got me a upper body work out. We were out on the ocean for about an hour.

Talk about changing things up work out wise: walking, running, bike riding rowing… what will I do next?

I am a sports purist.

The Olympics are upon us and whenever the Olympics is upon us I realize that there is just too much sports.

Allow me to clarify and I will use swimmer Michael Phelps as an example. Now, I don’t want to take anything away from the achievement that Mr. Phleps is in the middle of completing (not sure that he will, but he might) but the fact that one athlete can make a serious attempt at taking eight medals, maybe all gold, in the Olympics one year shows that we have a problem and swimming is it’s most shiny example. There are too many events with too little diversity.

I might be a little on the purist side but here’s my idea: Swimming is about swimming fast so for starters let’s just have one style of swimming, the fastest one. Swimming is than about being explosive (swimming fast for a short period of time) and/or endurance. Let’s then just have a sprint race, maybe the 50m or the 100m, and one endurance race, 3 km or 5 km. This will get us down to four events, two fore males and two for females.

The downside of this will be less TV coverage and because of that less money to the commercial TV networks. The upside will be, in an Olympic sense, that one medal is enough and hard to win on it’s own and that the athletes who grab that medal will actually have a true achievement under his or her belt.

No don’t get me wrong, I know taking an Olympic gold is hard enough as it is but it seems to me that you have to do something like Mr. Phelps is about to do to get recognized.

Swimming is of coarse not the only sport with this problem, Track and Field is another example. Just the track running: 100m, 200m, 400m, 800m, 1500m, than add to that the hurdle races.

I often imagine a two kids dialogue when I wonder about how all these events came to be:
-”I can run faster then you.”
-”Yes, but I can run faster than you if we run twice the distance!” 
-”Ok, but I’m still faster if we have to jump over stuff whilst running!”

…and so on. 

My idea for Track and Field is the same as the one for swimming: one race for speed, one for endurance.

Long jump and triple jump is even more ridiculous:
-”I can jump further than you.”
-”Yes but I can jump even further if we jump in three steps” 

When I was little we used to have Track and Field at gym class in school but since all the Track and Field throwing events are too hard technically we had Kast med liten boll (Throw with a small ball), the object of which was to throw the ball the furthest. Isn’t that what all the trow events are about? Abolish the shot put, the hammer throw, the discuss and the javelin and have Throw with a small ball instead.

I have several more ideas fore Track and Field but I’ve proved my point enough for this post.

I also think that in sports where men and women can compete against each other, so should be done. I am thinking about all of the shooting events. Fact it that in The 1992 Olympics in Barcelona men and women competed against each other in the clay pigeon shooting event. There was one woman, and she won over all the men. After that women were not allowed and when they finally were allowed back in, in 2000 I think, there was two separate classes: men and women. Regression!

I know I now might sound as though I hate sports, I don’t (just the old men ruling over them), I love sports. I watch it all the time and I get worked up and enjoy it. I just want there to be sports not techniques.

To end I would like to put forward an example. Take the most popular sport in the world, football (soccer). Why don’t we do it like this: We have the regular game then we ad one where they play on a smaller Field, one where they play with a heavier ball, one where they only can touch the ball once before giving it to another player and so on. Would that be ok?

Intervals up a hill and on a feild.

Just back from todays work out.
Camilla and I went out onto the streets of Gigantic Rock and Longstream and ran. We ran intervals. Oh my! First we ran up a hill walking down then waited for the other one to do the same, then it all started over. Then we power walked for a bit until we came to a small football field. There we ran across it, jogged back and than waited for the other one to copleat the same stint before doing it again. I’m beat!
We did not manage the full hour but thats ok. More of the same stuff tomorrow.

Bosses very own post.

I have a dog. I have talked about him many times on this blog. His name is Bosse or Enjoyment Rocket Man if you will. He was born at Kennel Enjoyment in Sandudden, Grängesberg, Dalarna, Sweden. He can do anything that your dog can do but wont because he does not want to. He is a Chow-Chow and it’s just there way. He also goes by the names Knodd Pod, Knodden, Knodd-Apa (and various other variations on the Knodd theme), Bosse-bus, Bosse-betong, Brötröv, Slöhög, Husses Puss and so forth. As the Swedish pro verb goes: A loved Child has many names.

I give you the Boo (who is giving you the finger):

I’ll keep on keeping on.

My friend AG called me today and asked for some food recipes. I told him that I had taken a hold of my life and started to work out and stuff. Don’t you read my blog, I asked him. He replied: Blogs, why do you all have blogs? What is it that you feel you have to tell? What do you all have to share? 

He, or the questions he asked, has, or have, a point, or points.

I have no idea what I want to share, if I want to share anything at all. I don’t think it’s about sharing at all since it does not feel like sharing. I do not know who reads this, if anyone reads this, and I don’t know when, and I feel that knowledge of time is important here, so sharing is out of the question. And I really don’t have anything to tell, just give my point of view on things. Not that interesting really.

It’s kind of sad but I think bogging gives me a kind of purpose. Not my only purpose but one of them which keeps me going. Why? I think it’s because it’s, not fun but rather, satisfying. I myself can infer something on the world that makes me count, If only for myself but hey, at least that’s counting for one. And really how is this in any way different than any of the other numerous ways and things that people do to give them self-worth in the eyes of others or them selves? Who is to say that this is a lesser way?

Get happy in the ways that you can.

I’ll keep on doing it.

The Silver medal.

Now I don’t mean to take anything form Emma Johansson, the Swede who just grabbed the silver medal in the cycle road race for women in the 2008 Olympic in Beijing. She lost by half a bike wheel.

Congratulations Emma! Swedens first medal!

But speaking of that silver medal, here’s what Jerry Sinfeld has to say about it:

First week of new life done!

The first week of training and eating healthy is done. Done? You say. But it’s only Saturday and tomorrow’s Sunday and the week does not end until then, it starts on Monday and ends on Sunday therefore you can’t have completed your first week! Oh shut up! In true agnostic style I ignored religious ramblings about resting on Sundays and decided that that was the day I was going to start, and so I did. (I will however rest tomorrow because of my rest on the 4:th day thing, activity, activity, activity, rest.)

Ok so how was it? Well it was good. I feel good. I have walked, power walked, run, exercise biked and mountain biked. I really think I have to keep changing things around all the time so that I won’t get bored or more importantly won’t work out because I know how tough the task ahead is. It’s good not to know and feel it later than feel it before and not do it.

Despite the fact that both training and food has gone well I have in no way drained myself training or optimized food intakes and quantity of food. This is a trick my boss at the security company taught me. If I don’t give my all I’ll have room for improvement and all though it isn’t real improvement (since the potential was there from the start) it’s improvement that can motivate.

As I said: rest tomorrow.

Random picture of me.

For those of you not getting it: this is a blog about me and my doings. One thing I like to do is to take pictures. Not the beautiful, arranged, in super focus kind of pictures but more the documentary and for documentation kind (all though my pictures is always a lot sharper then their posted copys since WordPress image up loader compresses, crunches, the pictures in a really ugly way, I’ll try to work around that in the future). As I have mentioned before I in my iPhoto have an event called Random pictures of me. I take a lot of pictures of myself. Some might call it egoistic or self centered, I don’t see it that way. I know how I see it but that is a far bigger discussion than one fitting for this post. (I’ll promise to get back to it but if I forget and don’t and you’re interested, remind me.)

So on that note I’ll give you a picture of me from my iPhoto event Random pictures of me:

MTB and small upper body work out.

Several years ago I bought a cool bike, a Scott Racing mountain bike. (This is this years model, mine is blue, and I think I have an aluminium frame, not carbon, mine might be the 2004 model.) The plan was to ride the hell out of that bike, jumping in the woods over trees and what not. That did not end up to be the case. Last summer when I took it back to the bicycle shop for a check up, correcting gears, tightening brakes and so on the guy at the shop said to me “This bike hasn’t run very many miles.” How true he was.

Today, that all changed. Camilla and I took our mountain bikes (She also has a Scott, a Contessa, also of an older model than the one depectid under the link) and went up to a park/recreation/woodsy kind of area near by called Svarte Mossen (might translate to Black small lake; The Black Small Lake park and recreation and woodsy area… yes, that sound about right). There they have miles and miles of mountain bike friendly trails which we rode for about an hour stopping midway to catch our breaths. Incidentally enough we stopped right by some kind of work out area with logs built so that you could lift them, pull up poles etc. I decided to have a small upper body work out (I’m such a dumb ass and I am going to pay for it in tomorrow morning). I only did 3×10 in a sort of a bench press built log and 2×10 sit ups but it is going to hurt.

Oh and one more thing. The word racing add-on to my bikes name; guess how thin, and hard the saddle is on a bike with the word racing added on to the bikes name, and guess how the ass of a 120kg+ guy who haven’t ridden his bike for quite some time, and then doing it for a long while in heavy terrain, feels. Tomorrow my ass is going to feel like the ass of that guy. Funny stuff.