September 3, 2012

Definitely had a "helt konge" day today.

Learned 4 guitar chords, and earned my first sore fingertips - the beginning of beautiful blossoming callouses! Cleaned our dorm like a boss, learned to sea kayak (very important to remember your "Holy Crap" strap), ate delicious legume and tuna salad for lunch and kveldsmat (damn you bread!), and trained twice today, including weight lifting with two fellas in the humbly small weight room in the gymsal.

I thoroughly humiliated myself when I walked to the bar, set on 2-10 kilo weights and 2-5 kilo weights *on top of the already 20 kilo bar* and attempted to bench press the 110 lb. bar. My max when I was actually weight lifting for a short time this spring with my best bud Kyle Roepke was 80 or so pounds. As you can imagine, my non-warmed up arms were little assistance to prevent the chest smashage that was soon to occur. Not that my warmed up arms would have been any better, but nonetheless, Pontus came to my rescue. I gladly took his assistance with a red face and a slice of humble pie - a la mode with metric system incompetency.

But overall, the session was a good time - even earned a well-appreciated complement: "Wow, you are strong." That made up for the rib trappage incident in my mind. The funniest thing is that Jørgen is running around telling everyone in the school that I lifted 60 kilos no problem. Haha! I just hope no one wants to witness me bench press ever again. I'll have to go in secret now and lift my 30 kilos [;

To top of this kick ass, eat bear, helt konge day, my roommate Ingvild and I definitely broke the awkward roommate silence barrier. We took ridiculous pictures to display on our door and schemed up plans (damn good plans at that!) to play our random instruments at an open mic session: ukelele, piano, guitar, violin, an African vibration instrument whose name has escaped me, penny whistle, and best of all, the nose flutes we both took out serendipitously - as if it was a sign from the heavens that we should be roommates. I think both of us thought the other would be wowed by how strange and random it was that we had a nose flute. But just as we were each about to say something along the lines of, "I know this is really weird, but I also brought a nose flute...," we realized the coincidence before us. Damn, we're going to have quite the yard sale band. Jeg gleder meg!