tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89736811590876828942024-02-19T07:03:46.994+01:00Nikoline Hansen Blog"Happiness is not an objective travelling at, it is the journey itself"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-51100027376109437422012-09-10T23:27:00.002+02:002012-09-10T23:27:34.453+02:00Midnight thoughts<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">In order for me to write on my blog I have to been
in a certain state of mind or have a specific feeling. I have thought about
“updating” you guys on what has been happening, but haven’t really been in the
mood for writing. I have had so much going on in my life, which I needed to
sort out first. You know basically figure out, what to do with my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A lot of things have changed and I have done a
lot of thinking on what it is I want. I have had these thoughts before but for
the first time in my life I face the reality off that I can’t keep riding my
bike forever! I don’t know what I image as a kid, but all I ever wanted was to
be a professional bike rider. I accomplished my child hood goal and I have been
racing as a prof. for more or less 4 years, with last year topping it all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I found myself in Belgium, I lived out my
dreams in Belgium, but most important is, that I made it, I did it. I lived and
raced for many years at the top level. This is not a “goodbye” to the sport I
love, but when it all comes down, I can’t afford racing anymore. I’m already working
full time just in order to be able to pay my bills. Racing cross and being a
girl doesn’t really go hand in hand. So no matter how much I like riding and
racing I can’t do it in the same scale as I used to, which sucks BIG TIME. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It has costs a lot of tears to realize this, and
I still find myself crying or simply just waking up in the morning sad, just by
the thought of it. Not being able to race the way I want - race the way I know
I can do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So now what? Well that question I have asked
myself many times. It not like I haven’t done any training, but I don’t know where my form is,
if is good enough for racing, but I’m going to do the races I can afford and I
will try to do the races where I love racing. I want to do some races in Belgium;
I want to be a part of the big cross circuit one more last time. I want to feel
the rush, the love for cross, the excitement from the crowd, and I want to meet
and see all the friends I have got during my years in the cross circus.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So in Tabor (I hope I will be there) I will
stand at the start line and enjoy every bite off the races, because I don’t
know if it could be my last. Focus now is on enjoying and not being sad. You
know changes happens for a reason, and even if it now hurts that cross might be
over (because off a money issue), then I know something ells will show. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I found out already last year that I didn’t
want to race my bike forever; I wanted "more" out of my life. I want to share my
life with the man I love, I want an education and a job, which gives me the
same passion/love as riding my bike, has given me. The man have I already found,
you know they say, that when you are not looking for that special one, you will
find him. I’m in love and give me strength to figure out what to do next. As
always it’s the whole education/job situation which gives me gray hair.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I'm okay, actually when I think about it, I'm excited all lot of things might gonna change. So hit me, I am ready. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I still have so many dreams and desires I would like to do before I settle down, it's like I'm awake for the first time in years discovering what I use to dream about, what my hopes for my future were. Now I just got to figure out a way to put them into practise. </div>
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I went out with my camera here the other day, which always makes me happy. Here's the outcome: I still got a lot to learn do before it feels super good, but here's the outcome. </div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-3459836510634783972012-06-25T12:01:00.001+02:002012-06-25T12:01:18.171+02:00Status: Out is always better than home<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">So here a bit more than 24 hours after the
Danish Championship in RR, am I stuck with a annoying feeling off something is
not right… I know that the legendary Pøt Mølle and I don’t get along, but I had
hoped for more, and Saturday evening I could stop thinking on what went wrong!
Or if something did went wrong…! The truth is I didn’t have any expectations,
no hope just fears…. Even though it irritates me so much when I’m not cable of
performing the way I would like to, and even though the little voice in my
head, tries to explain to me why things at the moment on the bike are going
like Sh.. Mentally I can cope with many things, but it hits with 110% when
riding doesn’t go well.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">At the moment I find it hard to get motivated
for racing, and I miss having that extra push/tickling when you are racing at
your fullest, but most off all I miss the feeling of being strong on the bike!
I miss the feeling of racing at your max. I miss my confidence on my road bike.
I just miss the days when I felt good. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I always feel a bite lost and discouraged ,
when I’m returning home after a weekend packed with input. I think I’m a “addicted” to social life and
not just being me all the time. I hate coming home although home now feels more
like a home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m no “out at home is best”, out is always
better then returning home… ALWAYS!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Because off the few laps I managed to do at the DM course saturday, before I gave up (I know stupid, but sometimes you do stupid things.) Trust me I have been beating my self many times since...! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So just because the blog has been then just silent,
it dosen’t mean that nothing have happen in my life, on the other hand, there
has been almost too much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But all these changes and no time for
reflection and writing has been good. To cut to the bone, after ca. 4 years of
relationship Jacob and I split. No matter what it’s never easy breaking up with
some one, and it takes so much time and energy, even though I was relatively
settled with the matter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Something happen with me in Belgium, I don’t
know what… I can’t put a finger on it, but when I returned to my “home” in
Denmark, something was changed, and I couldn’t feel at home in what use to be
my home. It was very frustrating and I spent a lot of time crying and trying to
figure out what had happen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I think I changed – mentally I grew, got older,
more mature but most off all more independent, and I properly need it... There’s
nothing like 6 months abroad, which helps you think, which pushes you to get
perspective on your life, your dreams and your desires. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">These 6 months of “separation” and me really
not wanted to go back, was just too much for what we could handled as a couple.
There are always two side of a story, and this is my version, and it may not be
the entire truth or the correct version, but this is my point of view… </span><span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white;">There is no-one to blame, but life goes on, and
I’m convinced that I took the right decision, the last time I can remember I
have been this happy, most have been my time in Belgium. No stress, no stomach
pain, no burden on my shoulders, just happiness. I might have lost a friend or two on facebook,
but I’ll manage </span><span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I got my own apartment the 1. of June, and
after some trips to IKEA (you gotta start somewhere, I only had one day to pack
all my belongings) my apartment now feels like HOME, which is a place I would
like to be, and where I feel at home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The future looks good, at the person, which for
a few months ago, never wanted to go back to university is considering her
options regarding which one to apply for. Should I stay in Odense, or move to
another city… Who knows </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"> but for now I’m training for yet another cyclo
cross season, and working full time. I still don’t know how many races and
which one I will be able to do this year, but I’ll do my best to get down to
Belgium (my second home) and race as many as I can. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">All the best <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Nikoline<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-4602878204096136022012-04-19T11:30:00.001+02:002012-04-19T11:31:35.936+02:00I got a plan... at least for now...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigar0B1C4D8ayxGWtbcgKbZwZBqlg-LiFJ1vu7k7gM5xydn1uEWcfwvLt60Z40kJ0NOW5mcoJjyXchUdkYJtljbPLExEiDSVlhQ4-ECs3ljmWT2aN7b9JEAuYdnRy_GkGMkWwTmCW6M4-g/s1600/Billede+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigar0B1C4D8ayxGWtbcgKbZwZBqlg-LiFJ1vu7k7gM5xydn1uEWcfwvLt60Z40kJ0NOW5mcoJjyXchUdkYJtljbPLExEiDSVlhQ4-ECs3ljmWT2aN7b9JEAuYdnRy_GkGMkWwTmCW6M4-g/s320/Billede+(3).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been wanting to write a something, and I have several times started on a new post, but in some ways I never seemed to be able to set down and get it down on paper. Why I don't know, time has just been flying the last few weeks, which has been so nice. > busy is good.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Life has starting to normalize which I still don't know how to relate to it. A lot of things has changed during the last months and weeks, and I'm still working on getting the whole puzzle into one piece, but I'm getting there. It has taking it's thorn, but I'm slowly starting to figure it out. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have had some big dilemmas trying to figure out want to do - how do I want to live my life - want kind of job/education/"career" do I want to pursue. I have always been Nikoline - the bike rider. Ever since I can remember I have been socialised with cycling, and it's okay, but I'm starting to get there, where I kind off just want to be ME!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I look back I have done some pretty funny stuff, if you can put it that way. I have always done want I desire the most, and I have always had fun doing it. My life so far has been a big mix of training, working (otherwise no money to race for), travelling/exploring new countries and meeting people from all over the world - all this related to my cycling activities. I have been so privileged, and I don't feel that I have missed out on anything, on the other hand I have gained so much in stead. I'm still not ready to leave it all behind, and properly never will be. I simply love riding my bike to much. So far I have had 16 years of racing together with my bike.... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdI2YY2vEUT6I0gbxQYpO7ioVUedp6WlW3XQkhAGBm2qmCrB7fltJDae4aO4iEV9ADBks-DxBdtFyuD9ihgn2o7-wOhgGEN0OHW-2Ws2fEKm-Rn5dFEQVvTJBEWj8UVPHUMEWAl31_2Fuu/s1600/Billede+(4).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdI2YY2vEUT6I0gbxQYpO7ioVUedp6WlW3XQkhAGBm2qmCrB7fltJDae4aO4iEV9ADBks-DxBdtFyuD9ihgn2o7-wOhgGEN0OHW-2Ws2fEKm-Rn5dFEQVvTJBEWj8UVPHUMEWAl31_2Fuu/s320/Billede+(4).jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I have realized that I in the future want to do something more, I want to be more than I rider. I need to have more or different aspects and contents in my life. After a lot of THINKING during my stay in Belgium and returning to DK my future questions now has answers. For the first time in many years I sent out my first application for a new study out, I didn't get in, but I'll try again next year. I was quite sad when I got the message, because I felt ready for a new chapter in my life... don't know if I make any sense, but it has been hard to find, that one thing I want to do for the rest of the life, (beside riding my bike) I can't afford riding my bike forever... I have been pleased with doing what I really love for many years, and finding a "replacement" for that has been hard, and cost many emotions and tears, but I'm slowly accepting the fact, that I can have just the same amount of fun,enjoyment and achievements elsewhere... and maybe even more...! who knows? I have accepted that my life is running on narrow and winding roads, and no brad highways. I will work hard to improve my skills and then apply again next year, and after some more thinking I will apply one more place as well ;-) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So now I got a plan, and I'll try to stick to it, but as the impulsive and easy going person I am, I wonder how long it will last... One/A plan or idea is better than nothing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A lesson cycling has taught me during the last many years, is the importance off doing something you really love and desires. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-16167292229005448332012-03-26T11:35:00.000+02:002012-03-26T11:35:53.086+02:00More important things<div style="text-align: justify;">When reality strikes back, it can hurt! Yesterday I had a aftershock, and once again I found myself wondering/fearing about the future, and what it will bring/contain, and how I should relate or react to it. It's funny because I wasn't feeling sad, and I had spend some great days together with my family and friends, but that was at least what I thought, but sometimes body and mind operates in two completely different ways. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That combined with 2 good night out, and a tired mind and body, my shield fell down, and I let a good friend in. Not once during the last few days had I thought about it, but apparently unconsciously I had, and my because my mind too busy during something ells my body took it up, and I got tired of saying everything was all right.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But future is future, and now it's written down, I have related it to me, and now it's out of the system. This morning I woke up with a good feeling! I will stick to dreaming about what the future holds, and not worrying so much about it. So now I'm back on positive thinking and back on track with my study test. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are more important things in life, than worrying. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-77694259578501403632012-03-19T16:43:00.000+01:002012-03-19T16:43:48.446+01:00Ready Steady Action GO<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NxoRtMV4LqkKXRolSUC06I-5TTqlMoq3bfeYxIav7e31BimNL7jbVfHSj34I_fs2W_7kk1UdVkbPRdPXcjBJRnLKscIU3ZS-dXtvmco4hiYS-y1uOThcK55DzvBHcu7AeLxXTHJrUUZ2/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NxoRtMV4LqkKXRolSUC06I-5TTqlMoq3bfeYxIav7e31BimNL7jbVfHSj34I_fs2W_7kk1UdVkbPRdPXcjBJRnLKscIU3ZS-dXtvmco4hiYS-y1uOThcK55DzvBHcu7AeLxXTHJrUUZ2/s200/IMG_0363.JPG" width="200" /></a>Sometimes, or in my case often, there isn't a long complicated path between taking a decision and then bringing it into practise. Therefore Saturday I was at the start line at the "local" mountainbike race in Silkeborg. Don't know if you can call it local with 1200 participates, but fun indeed it was. It was my first "meeting" with my MTB and I finished working on it around 10pm. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weather was a bad - really bad, with heavy and on going showers through out the race. It was my first ever marathon race and first ever tour in the MTB, so I didn't know what to expect and have to behave. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm definitely not a long-distance mountain bike rider, in fact I think it was the rainy weather who made it so much fun. It reminded me a bit of cross! I really liked the fact that I could just only focusing on keeping the speed and keeping warm. It was properly my first long ride ever on a MTB, don't know what it says about my normal MTB training effort - once a road'er always a road racer - even though I'm planing on this season to change it! Now the season has begun only 1½ month before the scheduled time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the moment it's quiet here, spring may finally have arrived - enjoy!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-57227258699559189502012-03-13T18:24:00.000+01:002012-03-13T18:24:31.480+01:00On track<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm back or at least it feels like that.., but I don't know if I really have been gone.. Confused! So am I! The last few weeks, ever since I came back from Belgium, have been a roller coaster ride involving applying for social assistance, seeking jobs, finally figuring out what I want to do, what I want to study when cycling doesn't take up all my time and energy. I have realized this season that no matter how passionate I am about my cycling, I simply can't make it a living. Now I am back on the "right" side of the system - the side of the pay checks, and it feels God damn good. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's strange how many things for the moment just snaps into place. I still miss a lot of pieces for my "never-ending" puzzle, but at least now I can sense the how it could end up looking like! I have caught myself daydreaming about what my future may contain! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">First focus is to build a staircase so I can crawl up from the financial hole, which my Belgium 6 month stay has left me in, but the 2 of April I'm back into employment. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-68410243682431880562012-03-09T21:50:00.000+01:002012-03-09T21:50:31.675+01:00An educational Friday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx3e0xVg2Zq_lL11dUVkrqqA02Yuj7kW-oZSQMKz0pfIanc2FBaf3QtWJkAVBPB4lAV8k5UdROUdA0M4Zpt9pbIzhX6WWUdTm6TqpIoiZeH82J_lzhiRJmXdLplJKFDZWQpgv1LRD_Jra/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx3e0xVg2Zq_lL11dUVkrqqA02Yuj7kW-oZSQMKz0pfIanc2FBaf3QtWJkAVBPB4lAV8k5UdROUdA0M4Zpt9pbIzhX6WWUdTm6TqpIoiZeH82J_lzhiRJmXdLplJKFDZWQpgv1LRD_Jra/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">After some quiet days which haven’t really been action packed. Because of my current situation with unemployment have I applied for social benefits? I have started on an approximately 3 weeks "educational program" as a "activation" because I'm under 30 then I have to do this program, which is completely waste of time and resources if you ask me! I can write page after page about this subject. The truth is that the system is set-up on a really non-functional way, and it seems like the no one is getting something out of it! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">For me this is a necessary stop because I don’t have a job, but I’m searching and waiting for answers from the ones I already have talked with. For me this is a necessary evil as for many others in my “group”. Most of us have an idea on what they want to do, and we are just waiting for an answer from the university or military. It’s very frustrating and hate been treated like a child and being talked down to, as I don’t understand anything. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I’m slowly starting to adapt to my life in Denmark. These couple of days I have been dealing with all the paperwork which comes when you are unemployed, and still need something to live for. This has been very frustrating, and I have only dealt with it, less than I week, and it already starting to get to me. It’s not the fact that I don’t have job, it the hole thought about that my cross dream about returning to Belgium for one more season, might going to end before it started! But it’s going to work out, just feeling a bit burn out for the moment, think it has to do with that I for the first time in my life had to apply for “social assistance”. No matter what, I really didn’t like it, and it made me feel unimportant and uncomfortable. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I’m starting but slowly to figure out what I want with my life, don’t have a master plan, but the basic lines are starting to pop up in my head, and giving me kind of a direction off where I want to go, and what I need to do in order to get there. Which is nice, it gives me a certain piece in mind, now that everything ells around me more or less is floating. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
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</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-24983645476657610442012-02-17T19:01:00.000+01:002012-02-17T19:01:41.421+01:00Not just a place to stay<div style="text-align: justify;">On my last weekend down here, a good friend of mine gave me a "photo-assignment". The task was to capture/describe my home in Belgium through the camera lens. So I did, and it was quite harder then I thought. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have in the past touched the subject home, and what it is that makes a home a home, and once again I was forced to think about what is the ingredients for a home. What is it that I for a long time has considered my home to be a rented room in a house in Blauberg, in the middle of Flandern for home. A house with absolutely none of my personal items except for my beloved Pink Panther (teddy ;-) - never to old for that). It's always with me, it's my most precious "object" that I own. Silly I know...! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How can I describe with pictures my home in Blauberg? How can I feel at home sitting in a sofa in a country where I don't speak the language, where most of all my connections to the surrounding world goes through facebook, twitter or skype. How do I describe all this with pictures in stead of words! Yeah see the challenge of the assignment... It's still an on-going process!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then it hit me; the final ingredients that made the big change - the crucial point where it felt like home wasn't all the stuff I was surrounded by! It was all the cool, crazy, funny, friendly people which I during my last 5 months has shared this house with. They made it feel like a true home, and not just a place to stay... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this is my Belgium home assignment in pictures and a little bit in text. It's still an on-going a task, and I will think about some more and better describing pictures, but for now this is what I got. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JeBMXKagXlSkAqnbU-6YspF06y5PmumGLXPD2WTGRI2G71OTcO-TWTIZabCU6HKcyr2yRWDJtW0QfQ_pzgSDs-_wLroto5KHokrX8MMvTIX8o_OkaIb7ibimKcO7s3X_z9vU7nSFYPr-/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JeBMXKagXlSkAqnbU-6YspF06y5PmumGLXPD2WTGRI2G71OTcO-TWTIZabCU6HKcyr2yRWDJtW0QfQ_pzgSDs-_wLroto5KHokrX8MMvTIX8o_OkaIb7ibimKcO7s3X_z9vU7nSFYPr-/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't the fact that I could mess all that I wanted without being told differently :-)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe3EDfnB2EBNRKWXluuzHdk8FBnNJBkZUDJhvtTugVMxF437fBkTVyH_blPaZAYsIxnmo_we6UnyDmxlbqIPu23L7pPhmJ9T5QWc_h1BOBkA_OtdoiOCx23YjHkuHa_cC23s8tdNShb8n3/s1600/IMG_0761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe3EDfnB2EBNRKWXluuzHdk8FBnNJBkZUDJhvtTugVMxF437fBkTVyH_blPaZAYsIxnmo_we6UnyDmxlbqIPu23L7pPhmJ9T5QWc_h1BOBkA_OtdoiOCx23YjHkuHa_cC23s8tdNShb8n3/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yeah - the favourite spot - before the sofa was angled so that I had a perfect view for the TV </div><div style="text-align: center;">(no comments please - I know...) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-5295138009529499112012-02-14T21:24:00.000+01:002012-02-14T21:24:47.425+01:00A day out and home in silence<div style="text-align: justify;">Once again Monday was the day for exploring what Belgium has to offer, after a bite of start nerves, I pulled my self together, packed a bag for a day out, and hit the road, this time direction south-west, more essentially Ieper and to the local historical "trace" from the first world war. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I never really know how to describe what I have seen at these war sights. I always ends up searching for the right words to describe it, because the truth is you don't "see" the war monuments, massive cemeteries or museums like you do with other "tourist sights". And on the other hand you don't really experience them either.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In a way you are being a witness to what have happen, and hopefully never going to happen again. I find history quite interesting and important, that's what you get when growing up with a father, who always had to take the more historical way/angle around sights or trips. For instance it took me many years before I drove the direct way to Italy, avoiding all the small roads, avoiding the "cherries road" which more or less follows the old frontier to East Germany. It took me a while before I realised how much I missed stopping on a mountain top just in order to see an flooded town, where the only things still visible was the church spire. How much I missed taking the different paths, stopping in small village in order to exploring the heart, visiting the the historical heritage. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My mum and dad taught me, that travelling / exploring is not about getting as fast as possible to your "end destination". The minute you have packed, and stepping out of your front door your journey has begone, and for that I'm eternally thankful. Happiness is not an object you are aiming at, it's the journey it self.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I have said before, sometimes pictures says more then words, so here is my day out in Ieper. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I came home in silence, after a thoughtful and reflective and at times frighting / quite day out, in the trails of the first world war. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-9891375949575211542012-02-08T18:05:00.000+01:002012-02-08T18:05:10.537+01:00Back to my metropolitan<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18iOGPdJl_2RgBIIV5eO4ngFbLmF6Y5oVcLJb8-NYe5guWFT8KvU4NEWh8hzakUr7KWBhFGhHkCs_aMc1u2NI6r5GW6YswTg8nES4wdPnSex8ce1mHC2y6n98l8zcw7QgehHVPfThIj8v/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18iOGPdJl_2RgBIIV5eO4ngFbLmF6Y5oVcLJb8-NYe5guWFT8KvU4NEWh8hzakUr7KWBhFGhHkCs_aMc1u2NI6r5GW6YswTg8nES4wdPnSex8ce1mHC2y6n98l8zcw7QgehHVPfThIj8v/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" width="240" /></a><span lang="EN-US">Well that was it – or almost it. My Belgium adventure is lacking towards the end, whether I like it or not! Soon I’m off to clean/prepare my beautiful bikes, do the last laundry and pack my cycling gear for the last time, and head north again. North – back to Denmark; back to my metropolitan and mother language, back to the friends and beloved ones, which I left behind in September for pursuing my cyclo cross dream. I’m saying goodbye to one home/one life and hello to a different home and life, but it’s all right. I’m ready now. I know in my heart when one adventure ends, a new one will raise and sweep me off my feet. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Where does all this leave me?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I went down here in September to have a blast! To do it the reel and in my head the proper way! Maybe I was crazy, I know. When I unpack the car in September and said goodbye to everybody back home, I hadn’t planned anything, I just did as I always do, followed my heart and gut feeling, and what an adventure it has been. With fear of repeating me, what a life changing experience, this 6months turned out to be, and THANK YOU to all you great people which I have met on my path! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4QGghZst-u-AP3K1zfFLGGiRxWOmbD3BfxOinD51aJkJf6Ne0rL-EluxO7kQG98rPEq8P1Cgwdf-bhDcUL0VQuHF8GPd6yq7Q92Q4ggv_iH0crTVdaTzFaDOKocAPhLd1O45Q6BjEofl/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4QGghZst-u-AP3K1zfFLGGiRxWOmbD3BfxOinD51aJkJf6Ne0rL-EluxO7kQG98rPEq8P1Cgwdf-bhDcUL0VQuHF8GPd6yq7Q92Q4ggv_iH0crTVdaTzFaDOKocAPhLd1O45Q6BjEofl/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" width="240" /></a><span lang="EN-US">I still have 2 more weeks down here, or more preciously 12 days! 12 days left to make the most of every minute. I have to be honest; training doesn’t really have the same priority any more, I’m walking around trying to capture everything, making one more last visit to the all places, I have begun to love. These last days down here ask kick started my tourist gene. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Last Monday I went to Antwerp, I literally walked around the city for 7 hours, taking over 75 pictures. I was an on-going/never stop/ need to take more pictures mood, and I loved every step on the way. The city was great, but even though it was a bright clear blue sky it was freezing cold, and I had to wear my two best friends in order to stay warm = my Long Johns and wool undershirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Will I come back to Belgium? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Hell yeah! I’m not ready to grow up and start facing an adult life, its way too complicated…! The only thing that can keep me away from one more trip to Belgium next winter is my biggest supporter = my bank account or bank lady! I need to find a job when I get back to DK – so I’m searching like everybody ells, I need to start making money, so that I can start saving up money – that’s have simple it is! I know that next year it’s gonna be different, and properly not as overwhelming as the season has been, but I’m ready are you?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-52308954847869720482012-01-31T13:34:00.000+01:002012-01-31T13:34:18.451+01:00Part time Canadian or...!<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP19PWdGQbIECLh9JuE23cdqth0r7lFJV9dd9RR6RNZYfUc0JRsEJIHEITVKbEE_AUvKTer8qeiBj4sQercx446YSpTG4VSE0lOZOd69-PyQcN-WABuzZhn5HU-Cs3VwQoiTsx4PZQidNw/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP19PWdGQbIECLh9JuE23cdqth0r7lFJV9dd9RR6RNZYfUc0JRsEJIHEITVKbEE_AUvKTer8qeiBj4sQercx446YSpTG4VSE0lOZOd69-PyQcN-WABuzZhn5HU-Cs3VwQoiTsx4PZQidNw/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-US">Just saw it has been almost 14 days since I lasted posted something on my blog. Is not that I haven’t had anything to do, on the contrary these last few weeks have been real action packed especially since the house has been full with 5 Canadian guys, 2 juniors & 2 U23 which have turned the house completely upside down. I really had a blast with those guys! This cross season I have only shared house/hotels etc. with Canadians so that I sometimes feel like a part-time Canadian ;-). It has been a fun rollercoaster ride which ended this morning when the last one flew home. The house is now SO quiet and completely different from the last 3 weeks. It’s gonna take me awhile to get use to be just me again, at least I now know that I’m pretty good at adapt to new circumstances and changes. Still I would prefer company then being all alone in the house. It is now more fun eating with others, sharing stories the cycling, normal life, or crazy video in YouTube, then doing it all on your own. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzc12hZYUpWUuE0RdqVlbnKOIscUN5ZO_Z8Dha5DazeISyVJ833r6E7lbia9gqtVpm82Jfg_BHeQYgiFiJo4CLhOci4NoSjUIsdytYa_Vhv02DIgi_eJg_S3eWN4A15U_HvjiIoB7uFOk0/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzc12hZYUpWUuE0RdqVlbnKOIscUN5ZO_Z8Dha5DazeISyVJ833r6E7lbia9gqtVpm82Jfg_BHeQYgiFiJo4CLhOci4NoSjUIsdytYa_Vhv02DIgi_eJg_S3eWN4A15U_HvjiIoB7uFOk0/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-US">The Worlds was an awesome, crazy, scary and truly amazing experience/race. I’m just a bite annoyed that a stomach flu should get in the way for a good result, I had a good start and was in the top 20, but halfway through the race I completely ran out of power, so ended as nr. 29. Not really satisfied, but everything considered it’s all right. You will have to be at 110% in order to perform well at the course in Koksijde. The crowd, the atmosphere everything was 10 times bigger, crazier and greater then I could ever imagine. Here two days later I’m still complete out of words for how BIG the worlds in Koksijde were. It’s indescribable standing in 6<sup>th</sup> row; trying to get a peek of the elite men meanwhile you are standing on your toes in order to be able to see the big flat screens. The last I have heard is that there were almost 70.000 people spectators! So you do the math! It was bigger than BIG, and I was there! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JfYDASfd93h1vgBQMvCUTPWOc9yvuFtkCQN69eUP9rYdK_U8AJvRu9vSdSVV6KyoCIyvkPdkDgYso_abLZq7pz3RRI-sAlltW71UK4Tu3ht4bkuibqpkva0x7EnVTNFgGdu5PdC8QaM_/s1600/IMG_0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JfYDASfd93h1vgBQMvCUTPWOc9yvuFtkCQN69eUP9rYdK_U8AJvRu9vSdSVV6KyoCIyvkPdkDgYso_abLZq7pz3RRI-sAlltW71UK4Tu3ht4bkuibqpkva0x7EnVTNFgGdu5PdC8QaM_/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Now I have one more month down here. The master plan is to do the following 5-6 races ending with the one in Oostmalle, then the 20<sup>th</sup> I’m packing the car (hopefully it will start) during worlds I have 2 car breakdowns, because of a dead battery. So I’m a bite scared of driving in my car down here, I never know if or when the battery is going to die next time! It’s a ticking bomb or just another good adventure and story to tell when I get back home<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In some way I don’t want to go back to DK, back to everyday life. I need to find a job -> start making some money again, in order to save up more money for going down here again and again and..! For the moment I don’t know how, or if I can find one, to be honest is very scary and frustrating. My biggest fear is to come back, and then I don’t have anything to do! I’m filled up with sitting in the couch. Now I'm just gonna enjoy the last weeks of racing down here, and then handling everything ells when I get back to DK!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">For more pictures from worlds and my Belgium adventure see my Facebook profile! </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-2504629442291701052012-01-17T00:06:00.001+01:002012-01-17T10:57:04.341+01:00Writing it down!<div style="text-align: justify;">It's strange how a cycling result, a race, bad luck or just a bad feeling on the bike can have such a huge impact on me and how I feel... It's just affects me so much, it's hits me directly in my face like lightning, and there is nothing I can do about it or try to avoid it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything I do, everything I experience on my bike or with my beloved cycling hits me in the head and causes my mind to wander. Like I said I can't help it, it's has always been like that! That just the way I am, the way I react. It's silly but true. I am the proudly owner (most of the times) of a crazy ongoing thinking mind. It's never boring I can promise you that! I never know what's gonna pop up next! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know that the bad luck at the WC i Lievin where I crashed out in the 3rd. turn, and my bike broke down, which basically meant that the WC ended, before it really began. I know that all these feeling from that day, has caused this. I will be honest with you guys, in my mind I wanted to quite, and I stood in the pit ready to pull out, and have my first DNF, but I didn't...! I kept on going even though I knew that I in a couple of laps, I would get pulled, and I hated the feeling of riding around the course, complete lost in the back of the peloton... I felt like crap, and therefore I kept my head down, just wanted it to be over! That day I felt like a very bad cyclo cross rider!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a person I can be a bite self-destructive in a way that I'm my worst critics. I don't want to talk to anybody when I'm not satisfied with a race, it's a completely different story the other way around. But I don't want to talk or share my feelings about what I think/consider as being a bad race or a bad result. It's not my thing to do so, because it just has a too strong impact on me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know it's stupid, seriously I do know that... I know it's not correct to do so, and there has properly been written tons of books on what to do, and how to react etc., and I know that all these mixed and trapped feelings from the WC is what causes my mind to wander and why I'm writing on a blog-post at midnight, where I should be sleeping. I know all this but I can't change it, (or maybe I don't want to...) in stead I have my little wandermind/crazy thoughts notebook, where I write all my thoughts which needs to get out down on paper, and then I share them on the blog. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know why, but in a weird way it helps me to think more clear, when I'm writing down my thoughts... </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-83623511936523925262012-01-13T19:35:00.000+01:002012-01-13T19:35:27.526+01:00Just a small blog post - WORLDS!<div style="text-align: justify;">Oh boy oh boy - I got news! Good and for me big news. Today I got the sweetest email, saying that I'm elected for the hold on - the world championships in Koksijde. Yes season goal number 2 and the biggest of them all is achieved! I'm going, this is gonna be my second world championship participation, and it's properly gonna be even bigger, more crazy and spectacular then my first in Tabor. Looking forward to it, already one big happy smile just by thinking of it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBjaiIhltjlbEEfb8AOpFsrv10LQwuWE0uiKBRkDte4_0xKngYb8ZL_n7pD0ai_q84kDu4wJRDsB_um_7q9eT53ufJxzDPJWy2nyW9-hLQ43qZMU6Oe6U4EltnCB5r267IBvx6VtUi1ay/s1600/Worlds2012Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBjaiIhltjlbEEfb8AOpFsrv10LQwuWE0uiKBRkDte4_0xKngYb8ZL_n7pD0ai_q84kDu4wJRDsB_um_7q9eT53ufJxzDPJWy2nyW9-hLQ43qZMU6Oe6U4EltnCB5r267IBvx6VtUi1ay/s320/Worlds2012Logo.jpg" width="320" /></a>A world championship is always a very special race, and especially for us cyclo cross riders. The worlds is our Tour de France, there does not exist any race. This is the race every single cross rider dreams about winning, this is the ONE! The SuperPrestige or the GVA-trofeo are big race series but nothing compares to the feeling, atmosphere and desire by the world championship. Everybody dreams and wants the rainbow colours! So this Friday the 13th. turned out to be a very happy and good day. Still smiling here. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My goal is to ride a race, where I can look back knowing that I did all I could do. I will be riding with a big smile and my face and enjoying every single aspects of it. It's gonna be a killer race, and I feel ready for it! It's not everyone who gets to ride at a world championships, I made it, but so far I will keep focus on the next two worldcups, the first to come in 2 days. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Still flying as high as a kite...!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-41665445258349922202012-01-11T11:13:00.000+01:002012-01-11T11:13:37.051+01:00Gotta good feeling... high as kite<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Right now I'm packed with performance, experiences and inputs from both the human and sporty aspects from the last couple of days in Denmark, but especially the Danish Championship yesterday (08.01.12) really enriched my day, where I for the 4th. Time now is allowed to wear the most beautiful colors on my skin suit, namely the Dannebrog. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">I got a question from a Journalist which kept on popping up in my head, and I have since then given it some more thoughts. The question was; what are the difference from last year and this year? A very simple question, but with a more complex answer! Of course there is the physical aspects where I this year I'm stronger and with more power in the legs. </div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJorwZ_ruOM99BiZpCgHWVbgULO1CWLbAbPBGjLfYuYcRTRt8yML0JixFJQtZ8NDX9wrfB5AfJFGzwNPTV9RCjB45LsR3Oa4AlL3yVTPb3V7I8LWOtm2BME8HQV64aOGyXVjfN1SvA8I67/s1600/Dragefestivalfigur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJorwZ_ruOM99BiZpCgHWVbgULO1CWLbAbPBGjLfYuYcRTRt8yML0JixFJQtZ8NDX9wrfB5AfJFGzwNPTV9RCjB45LsR3Oa4AlL3yVTPb3V7I8LWOtm2BME8HQV64aOGyXVjfN1SvA8I67/s320/Dragefestivalfigur.jpg" width="214" /></a><span lang="EN-US">But fundamentally this season I am riding with a completely different confidence and belief in own abilities not just on the bike, but also and more importantly in my everyday life my self confidence and belief has increased and I'm seeing and experience my life with new eyes and a new eagerness. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">In some ways I feel different, like a “new” person, if you can put it this way… In many ways my choice about going to Belgium has been the best thing I could do for myself, and for that I’m myself eternally grateful for! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">The last few months with all this time and opportunities to think has been a turning point for me in many ways! In a weird way it feels like a burden has been lifted away from my shoulders, or maybe it me who has become stronger and better able to carry them…!</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">For the moment;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I am as high as a kite, and I don’t ever want to come back down. </span>It’s an amazing feeling, and I will do everything that is in my power to maintain and preserve this, life is to short otherwise!</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">Nikoline</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Danish Champion Cyclo Cross 2012 – with a good feeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-36013743084540900742012-01-04T09:57:00.000+01:002012-01-04T09:57:05.915+01:00HOME vs home<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm back in Denmark, getting ready for National on sunday, before I once again turn the car towards south and Belgium. I arrived last monday at midnight in Odense, which is my home town, on all my documents, but I couldn't help feeling like a stranger, or maybe more like a quest in what used to be our home - my home. I took my self putting my toothbrush back in my toiletry after use in stead of just at it's normal place in the bathroom, but it didn't feel right. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All this returning back to DK for a short period of time, has really pushed to my concept of what and where home is? For the moment I can't seem to find home.... Is home my place in Odense where I haved lived together with Jacob for the last 4 years or is home the place down south in Fårhus, where I crew up and lived for 18 years, or is it Blauberg (B) where I have stayed since September! What it it, that makes a home home? Any ideas or suggestion? Almost all that I have beloved is in Belgium, maybe this will chance in February when the real date for returning "home" is? Maybe this ambiguous feelings will start to fade down or get even worse, who knows. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EvxUD0NH5FdLWuC0VyKqKF966NUxp4MveGrJ3Tc4fTKdyDQ-4wE8XKVaxSsFHGKhfhGRh0y9q9Q3DFdvC7HQIn1AGejgd3mhIdNrsFAMitjXZtnQPr9kKrCqFn4NVFj58Nt92CSt0SE1/s1600/home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EvxUD0NH5FdLWuC0VyKqKF966NUxp4MveGrJ3Tc4fTKdyDQ-4wE8XKVaxSsFHGKhfhGRh0y9q9Q3DFdvC7HQIn1AGejgd3mhIdNrsFAMitjXZtnQPr9kKrCqFn4NVFj58Nt92CSt0SE1/s320/home.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have discovered that I say going home to Blauberg and going back to Denmark, so maybe home is Belgium, it's hard to indicate. Who knows, maybe the old phrase, home is where the heart is has a hint of about it. That home is whatever place you belong to.... </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-9938865040696492372011-12-30T20:26:00.000+01:002011-12-30T20:26:39.488+01:00Halfway through!<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In the spirit of New Year and the fact that I now am more or less midway in my cyclo cross season, therefore I thought it was time for some overall year view. Not the complete year, otherwise I’ll ever be able to complete this post... </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBgXKXtZpK_0Xc_867wvmmNXSrFUuy9z0UrDdlxeANKp1NWYQMIhzWsGspFojtU5CuMustdMdQxPoaW9S-cgKaLO1I8KS9H2fuVJHAomE0x_7FwaMkKpj362xv85j2O0yOEA22c_dYLvR/s1600/290327_10150399470901244_555316243_8942150_2062073261_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBgXKXtZpK_0Xc_867wvmmNXSrFUuy9z0UrDdlxeANKp1NWYQMIhzWsGspFojtU5CuMustdMdQxPoaW9S-cgKaLO1I8KS9H2fuVJHAomE0x_7FwaMkKpj362xv85j2O0yOEA22c_dYLvR/s320/290327_10150399470901244_555316243_8942150_2062073261_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">On the racing perspective, all my training and racing was built up for living and racing the real cyclo cross down here in Belgium. In august all my Belgium dreams collapsed because my former team closed down, and left me without any bikes, wheels or other equipment 1½ month before the season start. So all of a sudden it looked like, that there were not going to be any Belgium cross trip for me. Luckily I got everything sorted out, and as you know, I’m down here and doing it. Living my childhood dream out as a prof bike racer in Belgium. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I can go on forever talking about Belgium, cyclo cross and racing, just because I really like it. I still get amazed that you actually can see cyclo cross in TV you don’t have to watch some live-streaming on your computer. I’m more or less halfway through my 6 months stay! In 3 days I’m for the first time since September heading north, towards Denmark! I’m looking forward to meeting friends and seeing family, especially my younger brother, it’s gonna be nice. But when this is said, I’m also really looking forward to come back home again, and finish this cross season in a proper way. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">During the off-season, I had some of my best time racing on my MTB and I have done some good thinking down here, and next year I’ll be racing way more on my mountain bike, simply because that I love it! It kind of reminds me of cyclo cross </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4o7cQyr2JTmRhkauoCmwUWUzLiR9MfVUEqhvHxiWEgwQvy3-jOxH-aD9YkoMpPVzag_HxxVDIqrXFr0uyQXVrp1vFVl3G__Zg2eRhdygH-n2T7utvV7zmnUAtSO2EpeYuZv8kKVGDZd4w/s1600/409444_2535827872905_1169826821_32190132_332294799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4o7cQyr2JTmRhkauoCmwUWUzLiR9MfVUEqhvHxiWEgwQvy3-jOxH-aD9YkoMpPVzag_HxxVDIqrXFr0uyQXVrp1vFVl3G__Zg2eRhdygH-n2T7utvV7zmnUAtSO2EpeYuZv8kKVGDZd4w/s320/409444_2535827872905_1169826821_32190132_332294799_n.jpg" width="213" /></a><span lang="EN-US">If you have been a follower of my blog, you will know that I have been doing a lot of thinking! A lot of wandering about what I’m doing, what I want to do or simply about how I would like to live my life. None of these questions has been answered yet, and I haven’t found the perfect solution or the golden mean yet!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">But what I have found out, and what I consider as way more important; is how I <b>DO NOT</b> what to live my life. I have discovered that the last couple of years I have been living in a small bubble and wasting (in some aspects) my life, and forgetting all about my dreams and desires I had! So far this Belgium trip has been quite an eye-opener! Let’s see what I can get out of it, when I’m back in DK the 20<sup>th</sup> February. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Happy New Year Everybody<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Drink a beer or two for me! I’ll be celebrating New Year with hopefully a good ride in Baal the first of January. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">/Nikoline<o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-67194350457845545902011-12-28T19:07:00.000+01:002011-12-28T19:07:11.950+01:00Keep on rocking girl!<div class="MsoNormal">After saying goodbye this morning before leaving to Azencross, this blog post came to me in the car. Listing to our song in the radio, with (I got to be honest) tears running down my cheeks. I started remembering all the fun stuff we did, all the great times we shared down here, and now you are on your way home! I just wanted to let you know, that you girl -> you rock, and thank you for the great time, we had together.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I’m not good at saying goodbye, not good at emotions and words! That’s why I’m writing it all down, because there was so much, that I wanted to tell you, so much I wanted to thank you for. Most of all for just for being such a super friend, who could know, when we first met in Treviso, that 3 years later we would be housemates, and rocking the place in Blauberg </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">The house already feels empty without you, who am I now supposed to watch cyclo cross with, and miss out the crucial point, just because we were talking. Still can’t figure out what happen, but like you said, it’s just one of those things, you never get to know. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Sad to say goodbye, but I know, we will have great times coming up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Wishing you all the best! I know that all your dreams will come true, no matter what happens! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">/Nikoline</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-73942803978675235572011-12-27T14:46:00.000+01:002011-12-27T14:46:51.387+01:00Christmas = racing!<div style="text-align: justify;">Christmas here in Belgium and especially for us cyclo cross riders equals racing. Ever since the last worldcup in Namur the 18th. of December, racing has been the major event during Christmas. The worldcup in Namur gave me my spirit and good mood back, and I once again started to look forward to this big pile of race. After Namur I did the surhuisterveen and my first ever SP in Diegem, which was such a fun race in the middle of the center of Diegem. After Namur the legs feels better again, and I started looking forward to the next worldcup in Zolder, which I have done 3 times before. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELHXcOVErD1HlDt01KxpMJm2SEo9FrHkE1cyEuW05x_lQRW-eVwmQuxlKve1wVqG31cqFs-UpvpHEzkb1ywTaGgdsUyKgQKhAIkWRGcl0PYrYn_eQ6uXXmt0gPXVZSLBc7m1lLYS-mYbU/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELHXcOVErD1HlDt01KxpMJm2SEo9FrHkE1cyEuW05x_lQRW-eVwmQuxlKve1wVqG31cqFs-UpvpHEzkb1ywTaGgdsUyKgQKhAIkWRGcl0PYrYn_eQ6uXXmt0gPXVZSLBc7m1lLYS-mYbU/s200/IMG_0288.JPG" width="150" /></a>But before all the action with another WC takes place, we had an amazing christmas dinner with Vicki and Marc. I have been living with Vicki for about 1½ month now, and I'm really sad that she has to go home, not because that I'm once again alone down here. It's more the fact that I really like living with her. We kind of have the same crazy sense in humor and we like doing things, seeing new places and experience basically everything new and interesting. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqALKiPoYk-RFlsnkOZUhzNSZyneHOY2eABc7voCCNV90ox2R4uhHrD8SOfGkbY4pdUCLjoN-ePN-NhMpkEe_m6Mt0b3MdOVJUjca_3HzhS9xYIIExXOseO306NxPmjLqUzYipayKSaN2/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqALKiPoYk-RFlsnkOZUhzNSZyneHOY2eABc7voCCNV90ox2R4uhHrD8SOfGkbY4pdUCLjoN-ePN-NhMpkEe_m6Mt0b3MdOVJUjca_3HzhS9xYIIExXOseO306NxPmjLqUzYipayKSaN2/s200/IMG_0294.JPG" width="150" /></a>The 24th.of December the 4 of us went to Bergen op Zoom, which is a nice city in Holland, just at the border. We walked around for hours, and spend some good quality time in the Hopmanns bike store, and brought home some chicken for our Christmas dinner. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been a tradition, during the last 3 years I have spent Christmas in Belgium, that we make for the Danish people the "Risalamande", which is a kind of rice pudding mixed together with whipped cream and almonds. Normally you would make the whipped cream with a hand mixer, but the house I stay in doesn't have one... So for the third year in a row, we did it by hand.... yes... it only takes something like one hour, but it's possible and durable!!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gGk1yZcKz5SldEb4TP3jsUJgL_FPw61JiNZfHFhj1cp-WZUPrpLiI5xKCWyeryfTWyP5c90epTwME1wqh4-aFBolgo_ave1hdOpSR2svmisQMTwfjkokViWgmxrQg3Ek_seu86DZ5VPk/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gGk1yZcKz5SldEb4TP3jsUJgL_FPw61JiNZfHFhj1cp-WZUPrpLiI5xKCWyeryfTWyP5c90epTwME1wqh4-aFBolgo_ave1hdOpSR2svmisQMTwfjkokViWgmxrQg3Ek_seu86DZ5VPk/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had good dinner, with crackers, cheese, pate, chicken, salades you name it! It was great, and I really enjoyed it, but for the first time in years I actually missed my "normal" Christmas together with my family. We have our fun tradition with Santa and lighting the Christmas three... which is just our thing, that we do in my family... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After dinner (at 21:00) we went to the church in Blauberg. The service was very nice, they had like a brass band and a choir, so only thing you had to do was to listing to all the Flemish songs! After having hot chocolate and glüwein we went home to the dessert! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFG-P6tzqe4mhzosAoZ_RqnxSR6wJazc6VU8qtnQm6efwXwAJxejbWR4WK68XjtPuJ1JNjkyJKBThPVgPiRNbwv0VN7b6RhnCojrhiawQcElqCX9ESv4pnsihXE4ULxP4FQb_OHEgowEm/s1600/IMG_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFG-P6tzqe4mhzosAoZ_RqnxSR6wJazc6VU8qtnQm6efwXwAJxejbWR4WK68XjtPuJ1JNjkyJKBThPVgPiRNbwv0VN7b6RhnCojrhiawQcElqCX9ESv4pnsihXE4ULxP4FQb_OHEgowEm/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This wonderful day ended with us unpacking presents in the bed, looking at the amount of gifts that I got, I have been a "good" girl the year! or maybe I'm just spoiled...!!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">NB: the gifts in the pictures was not all for me, half was for Jacob. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hope you all had a good Christmas either with family or good friends. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-675973791303994102011-12-19T21:22:00.000+01:002011-12-19T21:22:41.756+01:00Namur worldcup<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMDi2c_KtyEnyziJvQeIytXDbxEkJock4h5J66w8WvDeZ6NjdQqhsbwe9NkbZMJ0U2YVFpKmzuXlH9iSWIbPLxiQCFm7scAisnt3MMYUzUwtLt0haJGNLxfuPy9AirCczei47FoxJHgC6/s1600/210895_2874863037505_1437825574_3069621_1199616084_o+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMDi2c_KtyEnyziJvQeIytXDbxEkJock4h5J66w8WvDeZ6NjdQqhsbwe9NkbZMJ0U2YVFpKmzuXlH9iSWIbPLxiQCFm7scAisnt3MMYUzUwtLt0haJGNLxfuPy9AirCczei47FoxJHgC6/s320/210895_2874863037505_1437825574_3069621_1199616084_o+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a>The mood here in Belgium and on this blog hasn't been the best the last couple of weeks. I haven't felt good on the bike, and together with the loss of power in the legs, my mojo and good spirit faded out. After never finding my rhythm last weekend in Scheldecross and Overijse I decided not to race the GVA in Essen, instead I drove to Namur in order to pre-ride the worldcup course. And what I course! Mud, steep up and downhills and fast flat out power sections. It was one of the hardest courses I have ever riding! Before I went to bed, I told my self, that no matter what happen the next day at the worldcup I just wanted to have fun again. Because I don't know what will happen next season, and therefore it's just waist of good energy being frustrated on how racing is going or not going. I came down here with the purpose of having fun while racing, not thinking on results, Danish championship or qualification for the Worldchampionship, and I ended up being frustrated, sad and enclosed. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjBNnc_GhC-JknKizYaQrls1TzNjBVp4-RpTvigKQwzxtsVpK98-3pNiTgVW53zzLPsrPXyKKW1Gl4m0gA9mxQthjB2pTNL5bIXjC8cojmqpVTlXMHRATCfUkL4BVMUbmqEJEyAFiCESL/s1600/CX+WB+Namur+1050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjBNnc_GhC-JknKizYaQrls1TzNjBVp4-RpTvigKQwzxtsVpK98-3pNiTgVW53zzLPsrPXyKKW1Gl4m0gA9mxQthjB2pTNL5bIXjC8cojmqpVTlXMHRATCfUkL4BVMUbmqEJEyAFiCESL/s320/CX+WB+Namur+1050.jpg" width="213" /></a>So with this in mind, I stood ready at the start line, ready for some serious fun, and fun it was. I literally blew up my start, which meant a lot of hard work trying to capture the time I lost in the start. I ended up as nr. 28, not the best result, but I had fun all the way. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krisclaeye/6533095361/in/set-72157628471356281">Kris Claeye</a> took this amazing picture of me, after I crossed the finish line. </div><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jp0eeVcjxDw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jp0eeVcjxDw</a> This is a video from the Worldcup Namur!<br />
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Now a big block of racing has begun, which is the best Christmas present I could ever wish for, and I think my mojo is back :-)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-61161891472957642142011-12-12T12:40:00.000+01:002011-12-12T13:03:55.132+01:00Not everything turns out the way you want...<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Well don’t know what to say about this weekend of racing! Last night I was not feeling super at all! I was very disappointed about my self and my racing, this was not what I had in mind! </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I spend the most of the night searching the internet for funny clips to keep my mind from thinking on this bad weekend of racing! I had a good talk with a good friend, which help a lot to get the right angle on how, why and what happened this weekend. I try not to sleep at the thought, now I think or hope that I just landed on the shit this weekend, not much to do about it, You know shit happens - they even got a slogan saying it, so it's true :-) there is nothing you can do about it, sometimes that is just simply what happens. As a person I’m very competitive, and I hate losing or being weak, that’s why I always get rather frustrated, angry or confined when I’m not happy about how I performed. I can spend hours thinking on what I should have or could have done!!! Normally it takes some hours staring at my computer, mostly facebook or the TV to realise that it's okay! Life is good, and Belgium is still an amazing place to be... Don't want to be anywhere else than here!</p><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMuR-z_73UwZIpgR6fAmO6J7CrFKgdN9nZNSELMVGsCvSiHPAeOzMWTRAJt0kcKUnZfKJ3nAFqzO_h54r8iMv8b0N9YbPtO4cJ2_ck6irtWKtUeL9f0Y3HjWstzqKDouDUJDP5vhaa43gn/s320/387838_2885140967094_1217220597_3335740_1277993791_n+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685210047728926786" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Krist Vanmelle took this awesome picture from Scheldecross! He just nailed it! Do I need to say more!!! </p><div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Today is a new day, and already looking forward to tomorrow where I going to take my beloved Brothers cross bike for a spin. If you want to know more about my cross bikes you can check them out here: </span><a href="http://www.brothers-bikes.de/"><span lang="EN-US">http://www.brothers-bikes.de/</span></a><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Yesterday when I was searching my mind and the internet for answers I found this song. I heard it by coincidence and now I just love it… I don’t understand what they are singing, but it sounds good. </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyTazPPWIKk&ob=av2e"><span lang="EN-US">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyTazPPWIKk&ob=av2e</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Now I will act all Danish and take the city bike in order to do my grocery shopping! The sun is shining, and the sky is blue, what more can I ask for… Life is good and I’m happy!<o:p></o:p></span></p></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-78535213131534465582011-12-07T21:50:00.000+01:002011-12-07T21:51:29.159+01:00Just some thoughts, which had to get out!<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Before I came to Belgium I was in a frustrated state of mind. Not knowing what is gonna happen with me and what would my further be like… I really really wanted to be a paramedic, but when I was at my training camp in Italia I was told that I didn’t get in. More than 1100 applicators had applied, and only 70 were elicited to go to the first round of interviews. I was sad, angry and frustrated; I just felt that I was put back! Once again I was asked the same question over and over, what do you wanna do? What now? What about your studies, school or work?? I just got so tired of having people asking me that, because the truth is I DON’T KNOW. I have a weak idea of what I would like to do, but I don’t have the master plan all written down in paper. I haven’t yet giving up on the whole paramedic universe not yet, but my mind is still spinning around, and hasn’t landed on anything yet!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">I had thought about being a paramedic for so many years and then my dream was gone. Like that! Then I decided to go 100% for my Belgium trip, no matter of the cost. Sitting here in the little town of Blauberg, I am glad that I went. It has so far been a very good trip, and I’m living my life as a professional bike racer, whatever that mean... I’m kind of living in a small cyclo cross bobble down here, I don’t really follow up on what is happing outside of my front door. A nuclear bomb could drop and I wouldn’t notice it, it’s all about the training, the races and the rest! Period end of story! I try to make it a more “normal” life, by going out and experience places, cities or just cafes, but sometimes it’s just hard to kill time. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Yeah that’s truth of living as a bike racer, everything everyday is about cycling! Most of my days down here go with training, eating and relaxing in front of the TV, my computer or with my knitting. Some days I stop calculating how many times I have log in and out of FACEBOOK or TWITTER. It’s just not healthy!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">This knitting project of mine helps me to kill time. For the moment the house is almost full, with people coming for shorter periods of racing, which is so nice with people to talk to. One thing I have learned social interactions with others is vital and crucial for my wellbeing. My season is still long! It will end the 19 of February with race in Oostmalle, then I would have done more than 30 cyclo cross races here in Belgium, Nederland, Czech Republic, Schwitzerland and Denmark. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">I will be heading home the 20, after spending half a year in Belgium! And what is going to happen then, I don’t know! And I really couldn’t care less. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">I will figure it out, as always. I hope so!! <o:p></o:p></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681159087682894.post-69152150982526705612011-12-04T21:49:00.000+01:002011-12-04T22:47:21.832+01:00Wearing the hat of a tourist!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kNAQLHPkVuEOjPy5MfYibLNmw4LI1mgpnU7IhssP8Ob6gqt3SwkstcYiJxENxE_pCPXM_XiA81MJ4jnUeUPayw1ACjmHI0oP-9vhI9ImcdOUYbgSb22IIFIWIj3ftVKQquXFkb087cNY/s1600/IMG_0809%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kNAQLHPkVuEOjPy5MfYibLNmw4LI1mgpnU7IhssP8Ob6gqt3SwkstcYiJxENxE_pCPXM_XiA81MJ4jnUeUPayw1ACjmHI0oP-9vhI9ImcdOUYbgSb22IIFIWIj3ftVKQquXFkb087cNY/s200/IMG_0809%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682379793317597154" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">After more than 2 months in Belgium was it this weekend time to take away the cyclo-cross hat, and instead I found the tourist side up! It was time to bring out the camera, wander sneakers and the rain jacket. Yes rainjacket!! After weeks with good weather and nice temperatures the rain has, some would say finally, found Belgium! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After not having time for camera shoots during the last period of training and racing. I haven't really looked on the battery status, which turned out to be a big failure, because after the first picture of the city Leuven, the camera died! Luckily Vicki had brought hers!</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4b-IsySDRqHyl2VNAWvbqQOE9d-VROf6AS3j-5N3RxBGZasx8QB9Vskr5Vl_YmE9TmfvHxxgfAELVZKoo4j9cmXTf6oS6-7TMAW8XV8s6x7nZNiwplfOoJLbvohuAFHc04NS23ZakFa6Y/s200/334955_10150399469911244_555316243_8942139_1146312298_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682385126409730402" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have a very big weakness, which is magazines or catalogs. I can spend hours just looking, flipping and reading them. In Leuven there is a international magazine store.... can you see where this is going??? Yeah in a short period of time I was in heaven, all this magazines from all over the world. I really pulled my self together and only bought 3 travel magazines. So now I'm trying to figure out where my next adventure is going.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLo3Mses29zCojP8zw4wWqSLv10P9J_dPe_OxP01JKruBmnXfyBXBf2jWfY5_TB3bQQQlOyDtqd0Q3v_34ZRweeGFKwiWeIktSKpPn0H8pfOourW2KoaVjGx8CFDf6jvV7ilvbcLNptfBT/s200/291032_10150399472051244_555316243_8942156_2024125257_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682389195513476274" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;">We spend hours just wandering around the city, looking at everything from Belgium chocolate to old buildings and fancy shops. At the Punto Cafe I had a big hot chokolate and a good brownie. You can't be in Belgium without trying all their great chocolate. At almost every corner there is chocolate, and it's "unfortunately" really really good. It's addictive! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqvebtidnTXvOoLYXNYTcfOe3rXeqVNprGoXQZ-ebSCxbFmDpSfMs9DsoEw3ZnOfDBP4HvB2mLpWRVKtK25Si-uByUhd2LKvsJSXVeWs7N1IepqHxgG6jFU-wYnGOXxLuZmJLO8EnQ6yK/s200/339852_10150399470026244_555316243_8942140_1825382942_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682391179962166242" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm definitely going back, still lots of small cobblestone side roads to experience and cafes to visit. Next time I will remember to have fully charged batteries on my camera. I had a good time being a tourist in the country I for this winter call home. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13844564232709180582noreply@blogger.com0