JB had this picture of one of our ministers on his blog. It is funny, but a bad trick picture; a person running hurdles would never smile. I know, I am an ancient hurdle sprinter! Until I for 30 years ago in West Finland’s Championships final fell and hurt myself quite badly (but made it to the finishing line and got the important point for my team; this is Finnish SISU). After that, I would never run hurdles again. I had plan B, an eventual career as shot putter (kuglestød, kuulantyöntö) ahead. Even I was thin, I was very strong, made it as number two once in some other province competition, beaten only by a girl four times bigger than me.
That I was very strong is thanks to my brothers who both were wrestlers. My big brother was quite good, once silver medallist in Finland’s Championships. He still doesn’t acknowledge it, but it was thanks to me, challenging him every single day we lived under the same roof. We both have worked out our traumas; my brother the phobia being locked in small places, and I have learned to live with a left arm that doesn’t get higher than my breasts.
I was in fact so strong that I could beat all the guys in my class in wrist wrestling, all but the hockey guy. This was quite stupid of me, and I have told my daughter not to beat the guys in her class in wrist wrestling. This would result only the real weirdoes to be attracted to her afterwards. Learning from mistakes.
But my ancient coach would be very surprised today. I have also worked out my phobia for the hurdles. When running to the bus in the morning, I sometimes don’t have time to run the normal way. Instead I jump quite elegantly over the hedge on the backside of the house. Very concentrated, not smiling.
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