The book ”If you can dream it, you can do it” is now available as an eBook. At the same time the price of the physical book has been reduced.

The dubious trip became a great success. The come back as a marathon runner after severe illness and 42-kilometer run with pacemakers.
It squeezed beautiful country Myanmar became an experience of a lifetime. The experience of oppressed people is heart-warming welcomed guests from all corners of the world.
The former capital Yangon with the amazing Shwedagon pagoda was unforgettable. Bagan plain with more than 3,000 historic golden temples were breathtaking and surreal.
Another marathon in stunning surroundings with unbearable heat and again an experience with blisters on his feet. A good story about the questionable travel, which was a personal victory.

From marathon runner to heart patient within 18 days, loss of heartbeat while driving a car, a quick surgery and a long rehabilitation. The story of the physical forces that completely disappeared, the memory that failed, problematic car driving and the period in which the collapse of gray was easy.

When the willpower is there, there is often a way. The story of the alternative treatment that made a difference and where the first 100 meters in running shoes was a personal victory. If you can dream it, you can do it.

The television broadcast that gave inspiration to a fun idea, the schoolgirls different project that should create a focus on prejudice, and the story of the little cute bath duck who went around the world and once again came on television. The yellow duck went to a well-deserved retirement and the girls got full marks for the task.

Another trip to China, this time in perfect running weather. Reunion with my Chinese friend, a blind marathon runner and the man who first won over cancer and the since over the wall. Three winners in record time, the girl who won with “Only Teardrops” and the inspiration to write a book.

The trip where everything that could go wrong went wrong. The airline on strike, the suitcase there was gone, the weather conditions that made ​​it impossible to fly to the world’s southernmost continent, and the run which was stopped prematurely.

But also the story of the festive birthday in beautiful Chile, two maratons in two continents in one day, and the race which was stopped prematurely, but completed and recognized in spite of all odds. The dramatic trip ever.

A terrific trip down under. An incomparable phenomenon with day turning to night and night to day within minutes. The great dilemma that ended in a family gathering from several parts of the world. A tale of how alcoholism can be brought under control, experiences in the world’s largest coral reef. A run in extreme heat and hopes for runs on the last two continents came into being. Across the finishing line with my sons and homeward bound on an 18th birthday.

In 2010 I fell in love in a brand new marathonrace, but I did not have the opportunity to participate. The same was happened the following three years, but in 2014 the opportunity arose.

The running club SAAN arrange Sunrise Marathon on the idyllic island Bornholm in the Baltic Sea. The name of the run is not randomness because it begins in darkness and ends in the morning. The Sunrise Marathon start at 3 o´clock, and gives the possibility to see the sunrise and the beautiful gently rolling countryside north of Nexø overlooking the Baltic Sea, while the participants are running. After the race, SAAN serves a delicious breakfast in Nexø Old Smokehouse. The race is held in the beautiful Danish mid-summer when the days are long and nights are only very short.

This year I traveled to Bornholm for the first time in 14 years. Last time I visit Bornholm, it was also with running shoes when I ran round the island, a total of 100 kilometers.

The weekend before this trip was happy and filled with joy. I had timely reached all financial statements included in my company and could in the weekend take me fondly of the garden.

Sunday morning I started with a nice run where I came through Boserup woods. Afterwards I was hedge trimming, so it was nice to midsummer. I was happy and relieved. It all was celebrated with champagne in the evening hours.

The great joy proved to be short. On Monday morning I woke up with severe pain in my right foot. I could not walk on it. It turned out that the foot, heel and Achilles tendon had been strained the day before when I was standing on a step ladder and leaned over the hedge to cut it.

It looked bad for my trip to Bornholm, and it was now a race against the clock. The next day I was twice the physiotherapist and once to massage. I tried with healing plasters, used sports tape, sat with my foot up sometimes, while at other times I had ice on the foot.

It was not significantly better. At times the pain was unbearable, so I had to take painkillers. The worst was when I get up in the morning, while at other times it was not so bad. Periodically I walked with a cane, and in the end of week I picked up a pair of crutches in hospital.

On Saturday morning June 28 it was still bad. It was totally surreal to think a marathon within the next day. I had purchased starting number, and bus and ferry ticket for the journey. I decided to travel, but was not sure if I could run anything at all.

Sunrise Marathon consists of a route to be taken four times. Thus, there are also half and quarter marathon at the race. In my mind, I thought that I could take a fourth marathon on crutches.

Saturday night I we went from my home on the beautiful island in the Baltic Sea. By midnight I was picked up by the bus by Kim from Saan. At his home with him and his family I was hospitably entertained with coffee, muffins and cakes. I owe them a big thank you.

At 2 o’clock we drove to the starting point of got ready for the night’s run. At 3 o’clock the race was started. I lay in the back and stayed there. Surprisingly, I was able to run. It was not fast and I was sore in the foot in every step I took.

Sunrises Marathon is known for the beautiful sunrise the runners experience during the race. But unfortunately it rained like last time I ran on Bornholm. The rain was pouring down quietly throughout the race. We did not see the sun, but could only see that it became brighter and brighter.

To my great surprise, I came steadily through the first three rounds. With the exception of drink breaks, I was constantly running, although it was not fast. On the last round I was tired and not without pain. Here I allowed myself to go every time I was going up the hill.

In some strange way I came into the goal in time 5:52:43 and received a medal I think was well deserved.

After bath and breakfast I went back home. The total journey thus took less than a day.

The next day I woke up again with a foot it was difficult to walk on. The foot was still swollen and the pain was still there. Nothing was better or worse during the weekend marathon.

If you can dream it, you can do it…

The lucky prize – a short triathlon distance with problems in the water. Blood in my spit, sore throat where running became almost impossible.

The marathon where my love came along and all records were broken. The hotel that had got even worse, but an alternative was found. Night train, visit to an old bank and a prison full of torture instruments. Massage with subsequent issues, warriors of clay and a cosy school visit.