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Day 77 – The Iron Prince

Watched part of the Ironman which took place in Copenhagen today. Was blown away by the performance by the top athletes and their accomplishments. It must feel amazing to finish off a 226 Kilometers Swim, Bike and Run race in a decent time (around the 8 hours for top 10 today), even in a grey, rainy Copenhagen (reminds me, we’re going back to Ireland soon). And then to top todays experience off: The Crown Prince of Denmark were among the Ironmen.

It might sound stupid, but somehow he made me proud to be Danish – to be a part of Denmark. The fact that he – the crown prince, who basically could sit back and do nothing for the rest of his life. As long as he travel and represents Denmark, without making any scandals or getting too drunk, he would have the love and respect of the Danish people. But he decided to do the Ironman, a decision that both demanded respect, but also underlined the way, the Danish people know him. He’s a special force navy seal and did the Sirius patruljen – so he is made from something special.
I can only admire, that a man like him, takes the time and the effort to train for the Ironman and complete it. I’m so happy that Liam and I was part of the crowd cheering him and the other Ironmen and women along the route.

What also made my national feeling glow today, is the fact, that Denmark is still a country where the Crown Prince of Denmark can swim, bike and run amongst the masses without being covered in bodyguards.
I don’t believe for a second that Denmark is some sort of fairy tale country or that we are the happiest people on earth! But the fact that the Crown Prince did the Ironman along the other athletes, made me proud of being Danish – or some sort of Danish anyway!
Ps. Yes! I skipped a few days blogging! It’s really hard, when there is nothing to say!

Training blog:
Friday: 3,6K run/jog + 3,6 (1800m/ 1800m) jog/ sprint + 6K night run
Tuesday: Morning class in Mikenta. EXCELLENT!


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Day 87 – An evening on the bridge

My 13th post will be a photo blog from Dronning Louises Bro. Liam and I bike down to the bridge to sit and enjoy Wednesday evening. It was a bit chilly – I’m wondering if that was the summer of 2013?

Taxi bike

Taxi bike

View towards the center of Copenhagen

View towards the center of Copenhagen


Copenhagen life on bikes

Copenhagen life on bikes


Guys on the next bench celebrating with champagne

Guys on the next bench celebrating with champagne

Copenhagen life across from us

Copenhagen life across from us


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Day 89 – Running in Copenhagen

Spend the day with an old friend of mine, walking around in the city and even I wasn’t shopping, it was a thrill to go in the shops and look at all the stuff! It might sound stupid if you’re a guy, or if you’re never had ‘the shopping gen’ – but if you did, you’ll sympathize with someone who’s been living in Cork (which besides TK MAXX has close to zero great shopping opportunities and who’s only spend money on training gear for 18 months), to all of a sudden being hit with the wast options of shopping in Copenhagen.

In the evening Liam and I went for a run around the lakes. It’s a great run – almost 8K from the apartment I think – and it’s all flat with one way ‘build in stops’ as in light signals.
Unfortunately I was feeling horrible and the run was just as hard, as had it been in the hills of Clonaklity.

I seriously felt like I haven’t been training for months, and just turned into a vegetable with no legs, no muscles and no lungs. It felt really strange. We were joking about going to die when we get back to Ireland, having to run in the hills again.
Hope it will be better next time – and still looking for new runners.

Ps. Again still apologizing for the late blogs. Trying to get up to date!

I seriously need new runners - just haven't found the right ones

I seriously need new runners – just haven’t found the right ones

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Ireland vs Denmark IV

It’s VS time again!!
-Warning sarcasm and a rough tone might read at first, hopefully the love and humor will shine through with the after thought.

Weather! A condition that’s been on my mind lately (after 2 weeks of non-stop rain!!)

Before I moved from Copenhagen, I thought Denmark had the worst weather ever! After living in Ireland for more than a year, I can truthfully state I was wrong!! Nothing beats the irish weather in terms of bad, worse and worst. The sky over West Cork some days lie above us as a big, fat, grey blanket. And I mean it’s all grey!! Not a ray of sunshine or a glimpse of blue sky. It’s not even ‘cute, bubbly white ala cotton balls skies, it’s grey ‘after the nuclear-polution-post-apocalypse-sky’. After a few days with this, it’s easy to understand the level of drinking here. If you’re not depressed by economy, you get let down by the weather.

And to help the feeling of bad – the houses here seems really bad when it comes to insulation. For some reason – unknown to me – the irish, who have lived in these sh***y conditions for centuries, have not taken upon themselves to learn how to build insulation into their houses. Example: The house I live in takes a couple of hours to heat up, but only one hour to return to it’s frostbox-like state.

No real winner: Both countries are shit when it comes to the weather. However Denmark getting +1 for having nice, warm, insulated houses in the winter, and the Irish getting a +1 for handling their lousy weather with dignity. I’m not sure, I could have handled growing up here.

irish weather

Public Transport: Now this one is tricky.
Time table service: In Copenhagen where I lived, busses ran on time, every day – all day (and in all sorts of weather). If late, it wouldn’t be more than a minute or two.  And the popular routes would be running every 5-8 minute in rush hours.

In Cork, Ireland where I live now, busses seems to run, whenever they feel like it. Several times a month I’d be waiting for a bus that never shows, and by frequency of busses here, we’re talking at least 20 minutes more waiting in the freaking cold (see above). Then of course there is the bus to my new work, which only make a stop on my road 5 times a day. Rest of the times, it just passes by!! (Yes it’s true!!)

Price: Public transport prices are insane in Copenhagen. I think I paid around 26dkr for a ticket (almost 4 euro). On the other hand, you can use the same ticket for 1hour within the same city zone. In Ireland tickets are 1.80euro (12dkr), but if you’re changing busses, you need to buy a new.

Face to face service: In general – Irish bus drivers are more easy going. Probably because they have nicer passengers as well. Here it’s costume to say ‘Thank you’ to the driver when you leave the bus (at the front door, cause there’s no backdoor). In Copenhagen I’ve heard of bus drivers who got spat upon when asking for ticket money.

Winner: Despite nicer drivers, I do prefer busses/ trains which runs on time and more often than 5 times during a day!! Ireland, you should take note of Denmark’s way with public transport!


Blueberries muffins: Hands down, beside Starbucks – Dunnes make the best tasting blueberries muffins. Denmark could definitely need a Dunnes stores! (but this will be for next VS blog).


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Hill sprints – easier on a Wednesday

Finally got the dreaded sprints down today, on my way to Mayfield (apparently only 7.5K from my house). The big hill was 186m, but had smaller, steeper tableaux where I could sprint. Almost reached my max pulse today. Not a bad day for running!

Wednesday – 7.5K + a little core with Hilary in the end of her session. (She did great work and is much stronger than so! She has already got the technique down for squats and goodmornings! So proud!!)

Tuesday – 6.5K + 2 classes (FighterGirls Club + Mayfield)

Monday – About 1 mile sprints in Heathrow airport, complete with handlugage, danish butter cookies and huge Canada Goose. Huge Thank you to the about 30 other passengers who let me skip in line in Heathrow. Without you, I would have missed my flight. SAS was delayed from Copenhagen, which almost cost me the connecting flight to Cork, Ireland. The gate was closed when I arrived, but I got the flight! If you ever let someone pass you in the que, let me say on behalf of all of us: THANK YOU!!

Sunday – (Nothing) Copenhagen bound and seeing mum, dad and my dog! (te-birkes, falafel, mums duck and Christmas desert!)

Saturday – (Nothing)  Copenhagen bound. Went bananas in ‘All you can eat’ sushi, thai & chinese with two great friends (whom I miss daily over here)

Friday – Just landed in Copenhagen and went straight to my ‘old’ work place Fitness.dk Royal. 40 min. boxing with my old boss from Ekstra Bladet + 1 hour on the treadmill

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Ireland vs Denmark III

More ‘them vs us’ fun – or maybe rather ‘being Danish abroad’.

Let’s start of with more traffic!

1.Bikes! Biking in Cork equals the death-defying spirits of the first New York bike messengers: Cars have no clue how to act around bikes – or pedestrians/ runners for that matter. In Copenhagen – mind you Cork is equivalent to Århus – second biggest city in Denmark – cars actually have last priority when it comes to traffic. First pedestrians – then bikes – then cars. Here it’s drive or die – I think, I’ve mentioned this before

There you have it!


2. Running – another one of my Irish traffic complaint moments! There doesn’t seem to be any running culture here. If anything people seem annoyed when I come running towards them. And mind you – it’s not like I’m taking up the side walk, I was actually raised to be considerate to others. Most people seem to get broader on the side walk  so I have to sidestep out on the road. I seem to remember Copenhagen as being pretty runner friendly.

3. Irish service is magnificent! Coming from Copenhagen, where the Netto worker would grunt at you (unpleasantly) if you asked about – yeah, anything at all, even on your best polite behavior – people in the shops here are overly friendly and helpful!
In my local Netto in Rantzausgade, the shop manager was the worst of them all. You’d be almost afraid to shop there, when he was in. Grumpy can’t describe him.
Here you met with a smile and a ‘How are you, thank you and please’. That’s really something!

A typical Irish chip – covered in curry and mushy peas. I bet there’s not one crispy chip left in there.

4. Chips! What with this notion of putting everything possible on the chips? They get soaky (not sure if this is a word, but you prob. get my drift)! Last time at Jackie Lennox (best chipper in town), I accidentally said, I wanted peas with my fish & chips = they poured a cup of mashed peas on top of my chips!!! I had to ask for another. I like my chips crispy.

5. Steaks! Irish steaks are fab! Filet steaks in particular. And they’re actually affordable. I thought Denmark was agricultural – but meat prices in Ireland makes one think, Denmark is aligned with Norway, when it comes to steaks.

This kind of view – definitely Irish!


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City run (or how people I met on my run just got broader on the sidewalk)

Maybe its lack of running culture in Cork, but for some reason – and I’ve mentioned this before: People I meet on my runs in Cork, seems very reluctant to move, just a few inches when you come running toward them.

Now I should probably write ‘me’ instead of ‘you’, cause I don’t know if it’s a general thing here, or if I’m just unlucky with the people I meet on my runs.
It’s not like I’m overly huge or demanding tons of space either. I just wish the little courtesy of Copenhagen running culture was present in Ireland. Myself – I would always step aside for a runner, as to not disturb their run or make it even harder by swinging out, instead of going in a straight line.

Courtesy among pedestrians – hoping it’ll translate to include runners

A half a step a side, would mean, that I don’t have to run into the road, where the cars are driving, in already too narrow streets. But no! Out of the about 30 people I passed coming towards me on my run, only one took that half step in.
It even seemed like some people even seemed to get wider shoulders, when they realised, there was coming someone running towards them. Most people however simply just pretended they didn’t see me.

I’m a little surprised since Cork has hosted a marathon for a few years now. You should think the city had developed a running culture by now. But then again, I think Copenhagen is one of a kind in regards to ‘outdoor activity culture’: biking and running in the streets.
I never thought about it or appreciated it before I moved to Ireland, but have to say now, I miss that about the city.

Anyway happy with my run in the city today. Almost 13K in 1h and 13s., including a few stops at light signals, running out in the street due to very broad pedestrians and getting lost a bit (of course) from the course I sat from home.

Tuesday training so far:
12.78K city run: 1h,13s

DL (return of an old favorite)
2x 5x 60kg
2x 5x 80kg
-Tried a more narrow grip as suggested by Len (a friend from Thaiboxing), worked very well. Could feel it’s been a while since I did any DL at all. Last two 80 in each set actually felt heavy!

Edited: My new Asics has once again proved to be the wrong choice for a longer run. Backside of my left leg around the knee is in pain. Remembering I specifically asked for running shoes good for long runs!! Am now HUGELY dissapointed in the Asics guy who tested my running form (am a natural forefoot runner, with a slight overpronation in left foot) and recommended the Hyper 33.
Since the initial break in with 10Miles, I’ve done a few short runs: 3 & 5K, with no aftermath. Today after only 12.78K, is bad again. Dam* you Asics guy!! I’ve could have used those 180euro on something else!!


Ireland vs Denmark II

It’s time again for another Ireland vs Denmark

Ireland vs Denmark II

1. Traffic in Denmark seems to consists of Idioter (Idiots), narrøve (fool asses) and halv hjerner (half brainer) – and of course death-defying taxi drivers in Copenhagen, who stop for no-one and nothing.
Traffic in Cork (city much like Århus)/ Ireland seems to be relatively free of honking, stressed out road rages.. and yet, a few retards, eigits and f***** find their ways to the irish roads as well.

2. Danish houses (private and public)  are warm in the winter season. Irish are not (supermarkets excepted)!

3. Danish 24/7 supermarkets (Døgn Netto) close at 22.00/ 10pm – Irish stays open 24/7 (Tesco 24 hours)

4. In Denmark Handball is perceived as a very physical sport, where you can get hurt! The danes have clearly not watched an Irish rugby match

Rugby - a very physical sport

5. Danish Pastry in Ireland have nothing to do with ‘Wienerbrød’ (danish pastry in Denmark). No comparison what so ever – and that actually goes from countries all over the world. No one makes te-birkes as the danish baker!

6. In Ireland theres rabbits and hares on the fields. In Denmark there’s not.

7. Orange juice in Irish is pronounced Arrrrrrnge juce… which is why, I had to ask Liam several times, what he asked for. (Btw. West Cork accent is in general hard for my danish/ multiworld ears)

8. A rainbow is seldom spotted in rainful Denmark. In rainful Ireland, we sometimes see two at the same time.

And a few personals:

9. My life in Ireland doesn’t have a tv – my life in Denmark had. I don’t really miss it!!

10. All my friends are in Denmark, which is why Ireland sometimes feels a little extra cold and lonely!

Tebirkes - the danish love on a brunch table