Coming up 2018…

I usually like to make a summary of the previous year, both training summary and race summary before I make plans for the coming year, but not today.  I didn’t do much in 2018 and I really do not know what my future brings in 2018.

Will 2018 be the year:

  • The swimmer in me shines through?
  • I find the joy of running again?
  • I get back on a bike?
  • I lose the unwanted 15 kg belly?
  • I finally shave off my beard?

I am only setting three general goals for 2018.

  1. Workout 365 hours
  2. Swim 540km (45km/month)
  3. 120 Crossfit WoDs (10 WoDs/month)

If I manage to reach all three of these goals I will be happy with 2018 no matter what the doctors tell me in my follow up meeting or my results from Vansbro & Kalmar Swimrun.

But I have a strong feeling that my beard will out live my belly….

Moving on and setting new goals

So it has been over 15 months since my last non-swimming race and I miss it.  I really do miss the atmosphere and other competitors of triathlon and swimrun races and I can not wait to get back to the starting line.  But for the time being I need to move on (or back) to being a good swimmer and then build from there.

For me the fall of 2016 and the start of 2017 felt like staring at a white canvas waiting for inspiration to paint something.  I did nothing to force the inspiration. I woke up, I ate, I went to worked, and worked out when I could. But I had no drive. Continue reading

Seven months later…

Seven months ago this weekend, I had a stroke. My Swimrun partner and I had less than 500 m left of a 42 km course. Even to this day it stings to think about that DNF. At the time of the stroke I remember being disappointed that I could not finish the race. I remember thinking that my partner would be mad or disappointed as well, that I couldn’t hold up my end of the race. Thoughts racing through my mind as I come to a stop and have to sit down and have a race volunteer radio for an ambulance; did I eat too little, did I not drink enough. I was around 108 kg on race day, not something that I was truly aware of, even if I did see it, and everyone around me knew. I know that my weight made the day tougher, but I am not sure it was the cause of my stroke.
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For the lack of a better word, my body weight is finally responding to my lifestyle changes and after 10 months of gaining weight, I have finally seen a drop.


I have a distance future goal of where I want to be, but for the time being I am just going to be happy with the new downward trend…