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Spartan Training 2

Are you training for a Race or are you just running and training for yourself without competing with others? If you want something else than just an ordinary run, then you have a great opportunity to sign up for an adventurous race, where you use your whole body.

There are several Spartan races all over the world. Go to the page and find a race that you will compete in.

When you run OCR (Obstacle Course Race) like Spartan Races you have to do versatile training. You have to train cardio, strength, motor skills, flexibility and mental health and attitude. This is what makes OCR training so demanding, but also motivating.

About your mental power it is always easier to train in a varied and beautiful landscape that gives you good possibilities and motivates you. Above and below it is my training in Greece.

Some people like the cold when they train. I love the heat. I usually run when it is 30 degrees celcius. Well ok then it is best, if I have the cooling ocean nearby.

Every kind of training matters in OCR-training. Below it is kayaking.

My favorite place to run is at the beach. It is a demanding place to run in the sand and all the stone obstacles……and the ocean is there ready to have a good swim in it.


Good training

I am going for Madrid in May. Maybe I will see you there?


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Learning and development, Mindset, Psychology

Heaven And Hell

Is there heaven? Is there hell? How is it there and what does it look like? Religions have made many pictures and words about it through history. I think it is all bullshit…..I think David Bowie is right…

Hell and heaven is right here in us, between us and everywhere around us. We are our own masters and creators of both. So what do you choose?

There are so many evil and bad people in the world. They are spreading hell around them. What do you do when you meet an evil person? Do you fight back or will you stay calm and think this person shall not have the pleasure of getting me angry? I will not waste my energy on him/her.

Or will you bring hell back on this person? Which way do you choose? What is the best way to teach these “hell-people” a lesson to come closer to heaven (if that is what you want)? Maybe some deserves to be deeper down in hell, but what good comes out of that?

Maybe the quiet ones are the manipulating ones……Do you know any? Maybe they are just so wise that they are observing all the good and bad things that goes around on this planet and chooses to see all the heavenly things….

Hope you are a “heaven-person” who spreads HEAVEN all around you every day.

If you live in heaven allmost everyday……then are you not closer to heaven after life?

Every day I meet “heaven-persons”, but yesterday I met a special one. A person who loves to make other people happy. She gets happy herself by doing something good for other people. That is truely a “HEAVEN-PERSON”. Thank you BKT. You most be an angel. In this case a very sporty angel ;o).


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Health, Learning and development, Mindset, Physical activity, Wellness

Spartan Training 1

If you like OCR then Spartan Races is something for you.

I have trained specific for the Spartan Race Super in Madrid since october. It is a good versatile training where you have to train your cardiovascular system, strength, motor system, flexibility and mental strength.

Yesterday I did a trail running in two forests nearby. It is very important that you run off road to get used to different kinds of surfaces. It is much more demanding for your muscles in your legs especially your muscles in your feet area and you also have to concentrate each time your set your feet. You have to be foresighted to e.g. on all the branches too.

When you run off road you have many options to used different kinds of obstacles. E.g. the branches to improve your strenght.

This run I finished with 2 x 50 Push Ups.

After my run it was time to bake my power buns. This time with Rosemary and hemp seed.

After you have worked hard and pushed your limits it is always good to have some wellness. You have deserved that ;o), so I jumped into the tub.

Smile enjoy life


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Health, Learning and development, Mindset, Psychology

Always Remember Us This Way

What do you want to remember

when time is up?

That Arizona sky burning in your eyes
You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire
It’s buried in my soul like California gold
You found the light in me that I couldn’t find
So when I’m all choked up
But I can’t find the words
Every time we say goodbye
Baby, it hurts
When the sun goes down
And the band won’t play
I’ll always remember us this way
Lovers in the night
Poets trying to write
We don’t know how to rhyme
But, damn, we try
But all I really know
You’re where I wanna go
The part of me that’s you will never die
So when I’m all choked up
But I can’t find the words
Every time we say goodbye
Baby, it hurts
When the sun goes down
And the band won’t play
I’ll always remember us this way
Oh, yeah
I don’t wanna be just a memory, baby, yeah
When I’m all choked up
But I can’t find the words
Every time we say goodbye
Baby, it hurts
When the sun goes down
And the band won’t play
I’ll always remember us this way, oh, yeah
When you look at me
And the whole world fades
I’ll always remember us this way
Sangskrivere: Hillary Lindsey / Lori McKenna / Natalie Hemby / Stefani Germanotta
Always Remember Us This Way sangtekster © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I wish you the best moment everytime


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Learning and development, Mindset, Psychology

Play Life

The short story of the day below is called Play. It is a story of all the things you really can be afraid of if you really have your mind spinning around.


When I sit down at a Steinway, in front of an audience of a thousand people, some of whom have paid more than a hundred and fifty dollars to see me play, there are many things on my mind. The best teachers tell me to forget everything. They tell me to forget everything but the music I’m about to play.

The more interesting instructors tell me to think about the first time the piece was played, like that’s supposed to give me a fresh perspective. By this point, I’ve played that piece thousands of times. I’ve hammered it into my skull until I can play it in my sleep. It’s not as amusing as it sounds.

I step out onto the stage in the same way, whether it’s the first time I’ve played, or the hundredth, or whether I’m playing at Carnegie, or my studio. The same hint of fear seeps into my blood, and reminds me that there are eyes watching.

And that’s the challenge.

I’m not afraid of the piano. A Steinway has never hurt anyone; it’s far too beautiful to do that. I’m not afraid of what I could do, or what I’ve done. I’m not even really afraid of making a mistake.

I’m afraid because, every time I step onto the stage and sit down at the piano and place my fingers on the keys, I’m making a statement: a statement about reality, about my beliefs, about what beauty is and is not. Carving sound from silence utters a declaration about who I am—and from that emerges a declaration about the rest of life.

Early on as a pianist, I fell into the emblematic dream of standing naked in front of a crowd. I felt ashamed to admit I’d had it, but dreams exist to help you understand reality, and there was no other way for my mind to communicate this fear to me. Walking onto a stage and making your beliefs public reveals your fears. It exposes your hopes. It emphasizes your flaws, and accentuates your imperfections.

My instructor was one of the best. He encouraged me to forget everything, and just play. But I was never able to do that. I’m sure he realized that I failed to follow his instructions, even though I lied plenty of times. A couple of times, I was almost sure he believed me.

But the last time, I couldn’t escape the eyes; I couldn’t escape the audience. I couldn’t escape my family, or my friends. It was like I was living in that dream, that naked dream, except I never woke up.

My instructor must have realized this. I mean, he did realize this, because he tried all kinds of things to try to make me forget. He made me play in the dark, and in broad daylight. He shipped a piano out to the middle of an open field, and made me play there. He placed a piano in the middle of Times Square, and made me play, with all of those damn tourists watching. But none of it helped.

The day approached, just like the day I mentioned earlier: an audience of a thousand people, some of whom had paid more than a hundred and fifty dollars to see me play.

I stepped out onto the stage. My mind tore at me, naked and raw. I saw my instructor behind the curtain, piercing me with his eyes. I waited for him to do something to make it easier for me to play— flip a light off, or pull a curtain. But he didn’t. He just mouthed the words:

“Forget everything.”

I couldn’t.

But I shut my eyes, and started playing.

I felt every eye tear into my mind. Into my ideas, my fears, my hopes. My insecurities, my flaws, my mistakes and grudges. I felt every eye cut deep into me: the eyes of family and friends, the eyes ofstrangers and lovers. They drowned me with their judgment, as I struggled to breathe music into my lungs.

I finished the piece, and held the keys down until the sound faded into the corners of the majestic hall. The roar of applause filled my ears.

I opened my eyes.

And saw that I was absolutely alone.

In a way you are always alone. Even when you are surrounded by people. That is why you have to be your own best friend. You have to love yourself for what you are and what you do. That is what the story is about.  Learn to play life.


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Learning and development, Mindset, Psychology

Eyes Ahead

Today I am going to tell you a short story about passion and determination. I hope you can find yourself in this story. Use it and bring out the best, wildest and most genuine in you. Have a fantastic day.



The mountain in the distance beckons him with its presence. It calls out, in a low and hidden voice that few hear. But he hears it, and it challenges him, with a whisper:


He looks up at the mountain, uncertain and insecure.

Few have faced it, or even considered attempting to scale the height of this horizon, hewn from the sky itself. Impossible. Foolish. But the impossible scrapes his mind, and he finds himself confusing foolishness with confidence far more than anyone else, and far more than he probably should.

So he decides, one day, that there is only one response to the jagged cliffs of stone and the scathing heights of the massive peak. He can only imagine the view from the summit. But he’s got a good imagination.

It stands, casting a shadow over his home every single day. Finally, one day, he tells his father:

“I’m going to climb that mountain in the distance. The one that rules over the valley, I’m going to climb it.”

His father turns to him, and faces him with a confused and defiant countenance. He doesn’t doubt him, he doesn’t argue with him, or try to dissuade him. He just questions him, in a low, soft whisper:


And although the boy knows that the real reason to climb is to reach for something higher, to discover something that was once unknown, he just answers:

“Because it’s there, and it’s calling me.”

His father shrugs, and shakes his head.


The boy tells his mentor:

“I’m going to climb that mountain in the distance. The one that rules over the valley, I’m going to climb it.”

His mentor nods his head, with a quiet hint of regret, as if he had once sought the same challenge, the same discipline. Finally, he replies, quietly:

“You’re just a boy. Enjoy where you are, what you are, and forget what lies afar. The horizon holds contests that will eat at your mind and tear from you anything else.”

The mentor’s words seep into the boy’s head, like rain into the cracks of an ancient stone. But the beckoning of the mountain was there first.


The boy tells his friend:

“I’m going to climb that mountain in the distance. The one that rules over the valley, I’m going to climb it.”

But his friend laughs:

“You’re foolish. Your words won’t carry you as far as they carry your pride. The mountain is impossible to climb, incredible to summit ––that’s why the mountain is there, and you’re down here. Don’t waste your time.”

The boy bears the burden of these words: the questions, the challenges, the doubts, the uncertainties. Each of them tight and terse, like a rope tying him down to the floor of the valley.

But there lies still a conflict within him.

“It is impossible,” he agrees. “That’s why I have to try. Impossible things are only made of hundreds of attainable things, and each step is just as possible as the step before it.”

He invites each of them, his father, his mentor, his friend, his family members, to watch him as he embarks. He doesn’t carry much––it’s not the accessories that accompany him that will help him reach the summit.

But he gathers a rope, and a coat, and a flag for when he reaches the top. Early in the morning, he tightens the laces of his boots around his feet, and carries himself through the dawn of the valley to the foot of the mountain.

No one comes to see him leave, no one is there to see him off, but he takes no mind. He takes the first step. He believes in it. The first step becomes many steps. He still believes. This is a mission that will complete.

His eyes are ahead.

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