I´m telling you, there is nothing like waking up at 7 in the morning, and going straight out on a ride. And then, about 20 minutes later, finding yourself standing on top of a mountain overlooking the city covered in it´s morning fog, and seeing the sun rising on the horizon, and let the woods embrace you as you blast down hardpacked technical trails in 40km/h. There is nothing on this planet that makes me feel more awake, more aware, or more alive than that feeling. It is my greatest inspiration, my drug, my addiction, and I can´t live without it.

My greatest wish is to be able to somewhat show or share this feeling with others. For now, I´ll just settle with posting a picture that my little brother took of me about a month ago in Trollheimen, Norway. One of the greatest trails I know, by far, going up to the foot of the mountain Blåhø, and back down again.

The clock has passed 9, I´m having my breakfast and soon I´m ready to start my day consisting of a photojob, school, and then assisting Lars. And yet, I feel I´ve  had an entire day already. Love it.