HOME ALONE

Martin left for training camp with his team this morning. That means home alone for the first time since Morris arrived and it´s funny how I for the first time feel like I´m the lucky one.
Dropping him off at the train station was weird and not like any time before. To kiss me good bye is routine. But this time was different… and I´m happy it isn´t me leaving for 10 days.

Luckily Martins backpack was already full!

As a rider I was always a bit jealous about the pro men. I used to think that it´s not fair how easy it is for them to move on with their life while still being active. They can start a family and have their wife’s at home raising the kids while they keep doing what they do…

I know some women give birth during their career and I really do admire them. That has never been an option for me as I can´t see how I could combine those two. Maybe it would be different if I was doing a more individual sport like cross country skiing or mtb where you can “be your own team” and travel the world and have your baby with you?!
I was very determined to finish my career before starting this next chapter and I´m very glad I made that decision.

What I understand now is that I had no reason to be jealous of the pro men because it isn´t any easier for them. Being the mum or dad doesn´t matter, it´s never easy to leave the little one.  They grow up so fast and by leaving, if only for some days, you risk missing out of the first smile, the first step, the first words or just as simple as the smell of their skin.

Martin got almost 4 weeks  at home from Morris birth and that has been perfect for our little family. But to be home for so long while the season is rolling has also been weird for him and towards the end he started to get restless. He loves his job and couldn´t wait to get back into it,  at the same time realizing he will miss Morris.
He is already the best dad in the world and what´s good with him leaving is that he will be back soon!

Morris & Me ©emmajohansson

Home alone for the first time won´t last long as my parents are visiting.

Emma

Winner “Gender & Weight” Competition

14 Days before due date I posted a competition where you could guess the gender and weight of our baby at birth.
It has been fun going through all your guesses, and no one got it 100% right.

I did have two people that guessed BOY 3250gram and that was the closest to Morris 3230gram.
One of them got her guess in on the 13th of April and since Morris was born on the 11th unfortunatley your answere was too late.

So the Winner is Sara Lindblom 🙂

Congratulations!

©emmajohansson
©emmajohansson

I will Contact you per email and the price will be sent your way.
Thanks to everyone that participated 🙂

Emma

FELICIA

You are not with us anymore.
The diagnose you got years ago was a shock to everyone. But with the knowledge and expertise today I never thought that it would end like this.

We have shared so many good moments both on and off the bike together and you always spoilt us with your smiles and positivity.
The last race we did together was World Championships in Ponferrada 2014.
As a rider I learnet to know a good soigneur just by looking at them, and you were one of those!
The first thing that you pulled out of the podiumbag was a box of pick n´mix 🙂 always knowing what the rider needed and when… The 3rd place suddenly tasted soo much better thanks to you Felicia!

Your life was taken way too soon and you will for always be remembered in our hearts <3

To honor Felicia, her husband Klas and her parents have put up a Memorial Fund in her name together with Roberto Vacchi.
A stipendium that will be given to a leader within the cycling sport (with focus on young leaders) every year.
Follow this link to Roberto´s website for more information about how you can contribute, and by doing that you also have a chance to win some nice prices.

#FuckCancer #LevLivetFörFan

Emma

If I raced for money, I would have stopped long ago!

Here we go again, more talk about equality…
No, I´ll spare you that this time!
Money has never been a issue for me when it comes to the sport I love.
I have always raced with my heart and the honor and satisfaction from winning a race has always been enough. If the flowers a real (non plastic or fake ones) is enough 🙂
You´re laughing…?!
In the “old” days fake flowers was quite common and my very first flowers that I won in a kermesse race in Belgium were plastic. Good thing was that the supporter I gave them to could save them forever.

Not the plastic flower, just another great trophy.

On Sunday it´s time for the second WWT race in Drenthe and like every other race I have a nice memory from there too.
Not only did I start my career in Hoggeveen where the race has their finish.
In 2009 my husband also proposed to me just before the team presentation. To top it all I ended up winning the race. My very first World Cup win!
The cherry of the cake was the price I won that day; A vacuum cleaner!!! Oh how I love it!!! Everytime I use it I remind everyone around me (mostly Martin) how I got it and of course how good it is!
Laughing again?!

It is a true story 🙂

Throwback to WC. Drenthe 2009

I wonder who will create their favorite race memory today?!

I will follow, like always!

But first I will take out my trophy from 2009 and make my house shine 🙂

Emma