World Toughest Mudder 2018

Time flies and today its 2 weeks after I got home from Atlanta and my second World Toughest Mudder. And now it’s time to sum the experience up. And indeed it was a whole other experience from last year’s WTM in Las Vegas.

Renewal Of Sponsor/Partnership

Ottobock Scandinavia has been a partner and sponsor for me the last 12 years. Once again we did a renewal of our contract together for 2018. Ottobock is the owner of the brand Rehband and they will support me with products for my OCR and Crossfit challenges. This will cover my expenses in 2018 and have that effect that I can focus on my challenges this year and not the economics ! A big thanks to Ottobook and Rehband for believing in me and supporting me.

2018 update towards season start

Started January op with almost 40 degrees fever the first week! So I started on my new running program towards CPH Marathon the 13th of May. Summary of running in January was my far best ever as an amputee when I look at distance in training. But again in week 3 I caught a cold that sucked out all my energy! I always say that a cold is not being sick, but this time I have to say that I had to take a 1,5 weeks break from running. But the charm of running in the woods in the dark is that you are all alone with the nature. The charm was not so grateful when I had a close encounter with a wild boar in the dark! But the positive effect on that was I ran much quicker on the way back to my car. January was also a month I can call me Toughest Certified Trainer after completing this OCR instructor education. This is my second OCR Coach education and it gives me a lot in my own training and in the way I pass on knowledge to the people I coach. I’m tiring the last nuts in what races I’ll be running this year and renewing with my partners in crime. And I’m also looking at some new interesting possibilities for races in 2018. The races bookd is Tough Viking Gothenburg, Toughest Malmö, Copenhagen Marathon, Toughest Stockholm, European OCR Championships, Toughest Copenhagen and World Toughest Mudder and more to come. Soon The Rebook Crossfit Open is upon me, I signed up and will be ready once again this year to challenge my crossfit abilities. I don’t feel in the same shape for crossfit this year as I did last year but ill give it a go anyway. Stay tuned for more frequently updates.

Merry Christmas And Copenhagen Marathon

Almost Christmas and next year’s plans are so exciting! I have revealed one on social media yesterday. In cooperation with Fundracer´s I will run Copenhagen Marathon the 13th of May to collect money for the child cancer foundation in Denmark. I’m horned to get to participate in this and do a difference in this great cause, and this will be a big challenge for me! I’ve never thought that I should/would run a marathon, because of the pressure on my stump and the hard effort! I actually thought that it was the half distance I signed up for, but to my surprise it was the 42km instead! But I’m not backing down for this challenge and the chance to do a difference. I will start up a new 18 weeks running program in week 2 to get ready for this big event. At the moment I’m still resting and recovering from World Toughest Mudder in Vegas in November. Merry Christmas and I hope you will donate something for this great cause in this link bellow. Link to the collection will go directly to the cancer foundation.

World Toughest Mudder Las Vegas

One week after I’m home after running WTM (World Toughest Mudder) I’m just now starting to get all the experience and impressions I got after this journey in place in my head. And to clarify it before you read all the text, I can´t reveal how far I got, or if I reached my goal, or if I had to drop out of the race…. But I sure can say that Vegas were an experience in many ways. We arrived in Las Vegas Michael C and me on Tuesday the 7th in the afternoon after 17 hours of travel. We traveled over Oslo then waited for 3 hours before a 10,5 hours flight to Vegas. We came out to Westin Resort Lake Las Vegas, a wonderful spa resort with several pools, bubble bath and waterslides, a beach out to Lake Las Vegas with boats and kayaks. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were used to do shopping, sightseeing and shopping for food, tent, and other accessories for the WTM race. So how do you know how to buy food for 24h race?! Answer… you don´t ! You can only try to listen to the guy´s with more experience in extreme run´s but after the 24h out there I know that we all have different needs and you can only listen to yourself ! As I wrote before I can´t tell you guy´s how far I got but this I can tell you. We were called out an hour before the race started at 11:00. Out in the hot sun in the race pit for a pep talk by the WTM management and Sean Corvelle and the national anthem of USA facing the flag followed by one minutes of silence for the fallen in the terror attack in Vegas earlier this month. I think it was around 30 degrees Celsius in the sun out there and we needed a lot of water this day! In the starting area I had the photographer Mikey who were hired by SVT and ITV productions to follow my journey on this trip and race. The race started with a countdown from 10…9….8… down to 1 and Gooooooooo. And we were of all 1658 runners up a big hill to start with, with all the pit crews and spectators beside the marked lane. The first round was without obstacles to see all of it, and I dropped my leg 5 times during these 8 km / 5 miles round because of the sweat in my liner. (liner is the thing I roll on to my leg to attach my prosthetic leg) And this round was so warm and I was so happy to see the water impound half way around. As I can´t say much about the results I naturally can´t describe it round for round but I can tell you about the nighttime out there. At nightfall it was mandatory to ware headlight and a flare at the back. I went out there in the dark tired and alone with the goal just to keep on moving… waring Skins thermal tights both on upper and lower body with a “shorty” wet suit over this I slowly moved forward. The wind came in hard over the mountains so after the first 2 water obstacles I (and all others out there) were freezing their ass of because of the chill factor and the low temperature at night. My body was so chilled down that half way around this lap I had to go in to a mobile toilet just to sit down for a few minutes to get out of the freezing cold! Later on I was told that 21% dropped out that night and the usual number is 3% and a lot of the people were telling us it has been the toughest race ever. When the 24h were over and we all got back to the hotel after packing all the gear and the tent down, we all really needed a bath! After that we headed out for food at a nice Italian place down town Henderson. Everyone were so tired and were just looking forward to sleeping and back in the hotel room we popped a nice bottle of Moët Champagne to celebrate the race were over. I slept for 12 hours straight and woke up and had to go to the toilet …. I could not walk after the race so I had to crawl crap style out ….. later I were happy to see that the others were doing the same zombie walk as I … in fact all on the hotel were walking like that. Monday was champion’s brunch with awards to top 5 athletes. Denmark had 9 people running and 6 was on stage. 5th place for Ulrikke Evensen, 5th place for Michael Schjøtt (Schjutt) 5th place for the Danish team. So Denmark got to show their colors at this race. Then after this there were only packing to do and head out for the airport. First Michael C and I had to fly 9,5 hours to London and then after 3 hours in London to Copenhagen on the plane I got lucky to swap up to premium class and much better seat, food and free drinks. But what became worse was my knee and foot from the race has swollen up even more than the day after the race! I had to remove my stocking from my foot because it was hurting and I had bent my leg to get the swollenness out of my knee and had a painkiller to. It took med 2 days to get the swollenness to go away, and I decided to take 1-1,5 week of before I get back on track with the training. And I’m of to the studio I Stockholm the 10th of December to film the last of the program on SVT today in a year (idag om ett år).

13 Years After The Accident In 2004

Sitting here on the night of my accident in the couch, feeling happy after a day with my oldest girl Ella and I visited the place here in Sweden. A day I almost forgot to do something special about … Ella and I walked around the cliffs and then we finished our day at Surf Shack in the city of Lund, with great burgers and milkshakes. Some doesn’t know about what happened so I’ll go on and tell my story of that stormy night in 2004. We were on a dive trip in Kullen in Sweden, and for those who know the place, it´s hard experience to carry all this equipment down the narrow cliff paths. I wanted my students to have a great experience with focus on their diving, so I had hired a RIB-boat to transport all the tubes and weights around the cliffs to the diving spot. We arrived late afternoon, to Mölle camping where we were going to stay the weekend over. We got into the small cabins with or gear and went down to the harbor where we had to put the boat in the water. The boat was a bad ass RIB-boat (rubber boat with fiberglass bottom) and a brand new one, so everyone was excited to test it. There we stood, 4 boys ready to put the boat in the water, and even excited how it was in the water, and how fast it was. We started to back the trailer with boat to the ramp, where the boat was to be lowered into the water. We all agreed 4 before we loaded the boat with all the gear, it should just be tested on a trip. So we sailed out of the harbor and there were probably 2m high waves, which is nothing for this kind of boat if you know how to sail in that kind of waves. My experience from the Royal Danish Navy came in hand, from a myriad of rescue missions and exercises in much more rough weather. But the test went well and everyone was having fun. Now on the other hand, we had work to do… all the tubes and weights were going onboard the boat, so the student and I didn´t have to carry all the heavy dive gear down the slippery slopes. And while we were loading the boat, the first accident happened! Peter (my friend from Jutland) slid on the slippery ramp and got a dive tube over the hand in his fall, and we did not know if it was broken. We decided that Peter was better off staying on land so he and Andreas (my Swedish friend) drove the car with the rest of the equipment on the other side where the dive site was located. And Marcus (my girlfriend’s brother) and I went to the ocean to transport the gear around Kullen to the dive site Ablaham. We head on out at the sea and the wind has increased in strength, but everything is under control. As a lightning from a clear sky, a wrong wave hits us, and it gives the boat and us a good shake, so the tubes and weights, that we carefully stacked safely up, was thrown around. But no worries, I send Marcus to the end of the boat to put the tubes in place. In the horizon we can see the tip we are supposed to sail around. Soon we will get around and that means calm water, no big waves are going to cradle around there, but then it happens!!! MOTORSTOP??? What now!! This just does not happen! A thousand thoughts fly through the head like an F-16 over the sky. But I keep calm and try to start the boat again, but no results! And then I try to raise the engine to see if we had anything in the propeller. To my surprise the engine can´t be lifted up, so I have to kneel down and feel my way forward on the engine. It has to be said that now we have no motor power, and that means we can´t control the direction of the boat and now we are thrown around. And now it's up to me, what's wrong. There is a fishing line in the propeller and it is so tight that I can´t get it out. So now we're in big trouble!!! No motor power!!! We are thrown against the rocks at the speed of lightning. Now it's one of those moments where everything goes slow, minutes are going to hours, but something has to be done! And now is the time to act. I get the hold of the mobile that is in the dry suit, and I call Andreas on land. I quickly explain the situation and hope in my naivety that somebody can reach out and save us! But no, I see that we are close to now, Marcus is sitting down in the boat now, it is clear that he is afraid. Marcus is not used to be swimming, diving or sailing so the odds doesn’t look good. I command Marcus to give me the 2 lifejackets in the small compartment in front of the board console, but he is so scared and unable to find anything. At this point we are so close to the rocks that we must shout to communicate. I'm pulling Marcus away for now to find the lifejackets, and at the same time there's a big bang. We are thrown around in the boat, and all the gear with us. The tubes are leaking and I know that a wrong stroke on a high-pressure tube will make it fly like a torpedo. I get the lifejacket on and Marcus and mine on me, we'll got it on just before the next hit on the cliffs comes… BANG!!! We took the same trip around again in the boat. Now I get an idea and explain Marcus's plan to save us. But I had to scream it out to hear something. The plan was that on the next big wave we had to jump when it was at its peak just before we hit the rocks, and then crawl quickly up to safety. Right now I had Karin's (Marcus's mother) voice in the head from the day before. That Kullen was a dangerous place and she didn’t like us to going up there. I said she shouldn´t worry about it and that neither Marcus nor me would come to no harm. So right now, the only thing in my mind was that I needed Marcus to land without a scratch. The wave comes and everything goes according to plan, I say now and I jump over the rocks and start climbing, but not Marcus, because he still sits in the boat, but at the same time comes an even bigger wave and I see Marcus jump over me and up on the rocks in safety. Then it happens!! The same wave as Marcus has jumped off, leads the boat to me in like the lightning from the sky! And the front of the boat hits my left leg just below the knee. The boat weighs over 1,5 ton and with the force of the wave it brings it forward, it cuts my leg like a global knife in a beef. The next thing I know is that I fall into the water, and hit the surface like a flat stone that is perfect for smearing by the beach. Now I hang clinging to the rocks, and can hear Marcus call me that I have to climb up the cliffs to get shelter of the waves that hit me. Every wave hits my leg, which is only stuck in small threads and causing me a lot of pain. I know now that I have to get away from here, because now I know that I'm losing blood in and fast. I first try with both arms but I'm bumping my leg into the cliffs and that is getting me to feel sick of pain. So with one arm I hold tightly onto my left thigh, and the rest of the leg hangs just dangling underneath me because of the dry suit. With an arm and a leg and my back against the rocks, I climbed more elegantly to Marcus. There I put myself in place, with my head down and with both hands I squeeze around the open leg, and only now Marcus sees what has happened. I give my phone to Marcus and order him to call 112 (emergency number) and ask for a helicopter NOW! While this is going on, the rest of the people should experience this cool dive weekend, arrived at Mölle Camping and start calling me while the phone screams low battery!! There is a lot of time waiting and I'm looking for something to do a torque press on my leg that bleeds for every pulse stroke. My luck, I have a strap on the dry suit that I get tied around the leg to reduce the flow of blood. Now we just have to wait and I know that no matter what I do I just can´t fall asleep! This happens to us that physiologically, do you lose a lot of blood and fall asleep you have a great risk of dying or going in to coma. But it helps Marcus completely unharmed and to be able speech to the rescue staff on the sea rescue. We can see the seamen on the rescue boat on the sea, but they can´t get close to us. After 1½ to 2 hours the helicopter comes, and now my dreadful thought comes, is it Jørgen who comes down as a rescuer? Jørgen is a friend with whom I became an Electromechanist, who later went to the Air Force as a flight mechanic and later rescue diver at the helicopters. But no, you're lucky, someone else with the nickname Bob, for all you who do not know that all flying personnel get a nickname. Now you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, not the light that people with death experiences have, but now it's over now, doctors and other personnel are ready to take over and, as I said to myself, FUCK THE LEG I ONLY WANT TO SURVIVE. I got into the helicopter and Marcus with me, and after a few shots of morphine I remember no more here. The helicopter flies me to the hospital of Helsingborg because they couldn´t land in Copenhagen. Now after losing over 3,5 liters of blood out there and on the way in in the copper I was put in a respirator and the doctors but my leg back together a got a pulse in the leg again. But after being in saltwater for so long I got a high fever and they recommended to amputate the leg to safe my life. I was transferred to the hospital of Herlev in Copenhagen who will perform the surgery and so I could wake up were I would understand the language. 6 day´s in the respirator and an amputation I woke up to what would be my new life!