LIFE AS A
Life beyond cycling is perhaps saying too much, as I use most of my time on my bike, either training or racing with my team, Bigla Pro Cycling - and of course on drinking coffee (my livelihood). The months before the start of the season, you will normally find me as this boring athlete 24/7, out training intensely all day long. So naturally, time for friends and family are sadly very limited. This is exactly why I appreciate and value the offseason so damn much, as this is where I can be “normal” and give priority to my loved ones, friends, and family.
So far, my best offseason was the last one, 2018, where I traveled around the world with my best friend and fiancé, Mikkel. We made a visit to Paris and New York and recently moved to the Spanish city, Girona, where we got to enjoy the last of the late summer's shaft of sunshine, before returning to the pain crave again. Another important aspect of why the last offseason was brilliant, was the fact that my big brother, Mathias, moved in with us, in our apartment in Girona. It was not exactly was written in the stars that this would end well... My brother and I have an extraordinary relationship, we do respect and understand each other - but roughly 2 years ago we were mortal enemies! God, I tell you... I would never, not even in my wildest dreams, have imagined him and I living together. But now he’s one of my best friends (yes, some might find it weird to be best friends with their sibling, but hey... what can I do?)
December 17th, 2018, I got hit by my first long-term injury in my cycling career. A plica injury in my left knee. At that time, I didn’t think too much about, and simply assumed it would be over after just a day without my bike. No further worries.
Now, February 26th, 2019, heading straight towards March, where I had dreams and hopes to nail the Belgium roads in the Springs-Classics. Instead, I’m here with my ass planted in the couch, accompanied by a set of legs who has never seen worse days. My bike, however, hasn’t seen better days, given the fact that that it has barely been used. The reality is how it is, that I’m sitting firmly on my bum, with my legs constantly in a 10 degrees ankle, which by all accounts should be good for my knee, without any chances to do what I love the most in the whole wide world; to ride my bike.
Throughout my childhood, my wonderful parents have been extremely supportive and engaged in my life as a cyclist. They have taught me to aim uncompromisingly to always be the best version of myself - both as a professional cyclist and as the person behind the helmet and the good-looking cycling glasses.
My father, Teddy, who is the hard core in my family, has made it his life mission to equip me and my brother, Mathias, for the though sides of life. He has taught me to be determined in my opinions and to have a “tough-guy” mentality. Straightforward and tough. My mother, Mette Line, is a complete contrast to my father - which I like to believe has been very educational for them - she’s soft, loving and the most caregiving woman I’ve ever met. With having said that it's not like my mother doesn’t have some strong values and opinions, because I’ll tell you - she has. Likewise, with my father, is affectionate as well. This “softness” which my mother so lovely has, has, of course, left a stamp on me. This I most acknowledge has been, surprisingly, dominating me throughout this period. My father’s tough core, which is usually outmost appearing in my personality, has completely been whipped away with all my tears of self-pity.