To be a part of an amazing weekend of cycling again made my batteries fully charged.
Didn´t even know I had missed it that much and even though me and my new “partner in crime” Morris stayed at home when the others went riding we still loved it!
Just to get to hang with cyclists again was enough to feel like one again.
The first trip outside Norway for Morris too and he loved it. As long as the car was moving he was asleep and the great location of the hostel in Makrillviken, Smögen were we stayed was just to good to be true!
Thank you Mattias for inviting us to ABLOC camp and hope that we can join the rides next time!
I love new challenges. That was what always drove me during my career as a cyclist, and it´s what drives me now as well! When things get boring and I feel to comfortable I look and strive for changes.
My situation at the moment is very different from what I have been used to. To be a mum is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced but while Morris is still so little it´s a limit to how much that happens… Sleep, eat, change diapers, eat, sleep, change diapers, eat…. and so the day goes…
Even though I sort of have my hands full I felt like I wanted something to do on the side while spending so much time at home. So when my parents were here last week my dad brought “a baby” from his sourdough (my dad is sort of a sourdough master) Maybe that´s a bit cheating but I still need to keep it alive and get it to do the magic when baking with it…
My first attempt was a hazelnut whole-wheat bread with apricot.
Day one (in the evening) I used the sourdough base that I got from my dad and made the “pre dough”. I store it warm over night and hoped (fingers crossed) to wake up to a bubbly dough that was ready to bake with!
It worked and this is how I spent my day baking my first ever sourdough bread:
Sourdough bread is so tasty and it definitly feels like a better choice for a bread lover like me!
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.
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!
Home alone for the first time won´t last long as my parents are visiting.