martes, 26 de junio de 2012

Capitulo 98. Endless joy.


When you just realize that you have found what it make you freaking happy.  Perhaps I should tell the story of my life. It's not because I'm going to join the 27's club, it's just because I feel like it. 
It will help a lot if I have a great music on my playlist right now, like The Hives, The White Stripes, Iggy Pop, Ramones, Phoenix, Blondie, The Rapture and so on.. 


I spent my childhood daydreaming  that I was going to be a profesional athlete, I've been training so hard since I was pretty young. But when I was 9yo my trainer saw something strange in my body. My parents decided that it was better if a doctor could visit me and see if everything was fine. It wasn't the best of the decisions for me. Of course the doctor found that it was something wrong wi th my bones. I started to swim 2 days per week but I kept my training as a gymnast I was so fucking good doing it.


I think that I was around 5yo when I started my training, and I was already 13 when I had to leave it definitely. But in the meantime, doctors suggested me to swim a lot, do a lot of rehab, and.. use an orthopedic corset. That was the most aweful thing ever. I was in 6th grade, everybody knows that children at that age are so harsh and I was fucking afraid to go at the school the first day after the summer holidays. But I did it, and I realized that they understood it, and no one never tried to annoy me. I was attending on a secret mode at my training, it was so important for me to keep doing it and I did it till the day before that I had to be at the operating room. 



While I was waiting to see what a heck was going on with my bones I spent a lot of time with M, she became already a part of my family since I met her ( already 19 years together) . Since I was spending a lot of time at her place I used to take off my corset and feel the freedom on my tiny body. When I was with her I could slept without it because she was so fucking good attaching the strips the day after. 


When I got 13yo the doctors decided that the only way for me to get better was an operation. 
It was a drama for me, I had to let definitely my training. I don't know for how long time I was crying, but a lot. It was the only thing that I knew to do. It was the only thing that I wanted to be when I grew up. Profesional gymnastic. All my dreams went down to the hell, all my world was destroyed in a few seconds, it was a new beggining of everything for me. 


I had to learn how to walk again. My legs lost a lot of strength I had to start to work with them a lot, it wasn't easy, but I did it. I wanted my life back. 



Four years after in my last week of final exams and my last year of the High School, a car didn't respect the traffic lights. Yes I was on her way.  The year after I was suposed to start the bachelor to be a profesional dancer. It couldn't be posible with my pelvis broken in 5 parts and my left leg in 4. 
Once again I had to learn how to walk.  And my worse nightmares came back, but I was still so young I had the whole life to live it! 
Of course I had to study something totaly diferent, but still I loved it and enjoyed it a lot. I've been always looking for the perfect exercise for me, it's so important to keep my body in form. Since my back it's fixed I need to have a lot of mobility and flexibility in the rest of my body. 



Earlier my balance wasn't very good, I was always falling down so I had to look really hard into a lot of things to work on it. I tried skateboard, but I was so fucking bad. I tried the ice skate, but it was even worse. I tried snowboarding, and I couldn't stop to cry ( since my back is fixed if I also fix my feet on a board... what happen? that I'm like a stick I have no movement and it's so freaking painfull!! ) , of course I kept swiming the whole time. Finally I left  behind everything  (job , boyfriend, home and a comfy life ) and I started to travel. After a few months I ended up in Norway in a farmland with not so much to do.  And I remembered that my ex boyfriend had a longskate. I went to the closest city and I looked for a skate shop. After to try a few of them I decided to buy one ( even thought that I was so bad doing it).





Now I have three of them. 
My balance is fucking perfect. 
My freedom of movement it's awesome. I can go up and down even when the board is on movement ( that was something imposible one year ago). 
I can't compare with nothing the feeling that I get when I'm riding. 






I won't be a professional gymnast for sure, but I least I have found something that keep me so  cheerful. 


Keep riding. And traveling. And use your fucking helmet!!! 


Peace out. 


































domingo, 17 de junio de 2012

Capitulo 97. Still alive.


Muchos de vosotros os preguntáis porque he dejado de escribir. Well, life is so fucking busy. E imagino que eso es bueno. Pero aquí tenéis una prueba de que continúo viva y con manga larga, a estas alturas!!! Como sigamos a este paso Edward Cullen va a parecer cubano a mi lado!! La mare que ens va parir, com ens hem de veure!!! ( Si, me doy cuenta de que acabo de meter tres idiomas en un mismo párrafo, últimamente ocurre demasiado often). 


Pues entre el viaje a Italia, impresionante Sicilia, que ganas tenía de reencontrarme con el Mediterraneo y de sentir lo pequeña e insignificante que soy a las faldas del volcán Etna. Espectacular Valle del Bove. 

Y antes de eso.. no he pasado muchos fines de semana en casa, Helsinki, Tampere, Turku o...solo estando por aquí con buenos amigos. Me imagino que nos cobijamos en la literatura, en este caso la escritura cuando la vida no es especialmente fantástica. Por suerte, ahora; lo es. 

Me faltan palabras para describir todas estas nuevas sensaciones.