My first real Swimrun suit

Yesterday I picked up my new Colting Swimrun Go, my first real swimrun suit. In 2015, my swimrun partner and I had the chance to compete in brand new TYR Hurricane C3 suits, that we had to cut off the arms and legs to be able to manage the runs. This was the way most did it back then, since the short arm and leg suit had not gotten as far in development. But things have changed in 3 years. More and more wetsuit designers see the growth potential of Swimrun races as they are no longer only arranged in Sweden.
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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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Rebound

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.

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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…