Cheers

Cheers was one of my favorite sitcoms. I thought it remained funny throughout the 11 years it was on air and honestly, I believe Kirstie Alley was one of the most beautiful and funny women on television. I told Bigg that when I moved to Wisconsin, I wanted us to find our own Cheers. Enter McBob’s. It’s just nice going into a place where people are familiar with you. Some know our names but there’s always a smile and a “Hey, is today the day you eat three Highlanders?” Heh.

When we arrived in Ruka, we didn’t intend to find our Finnish Cheers. It just happened. Our friendly Twin Peaks bartender, Emelee, and his counterpart who’s name we didn’t get greeted us with a big smile and a “Matt!” (He always gets remembered;) after our first time there.

Finbarfight

The last time we stopped in was Sunday afternoon prior to getting on the bus back to the airport. Emelee was there with his smile as well as the bartender from the Mountain top bar I met on Friday during Bigg’s Iceman shoot. We literally walked right into a ‘Cheers’ situation where everyone knew our name (or at least Matt’s;) The bartender asked how his competition was and it was a great ending to an incredible weekend.

When I told our two bartenders I needed a picture, they wasted no time in making it fun…

Finbarfight1

Coach: What’s shakin’ Norm?

Norm: All four cheeks and a couple of chins, Coach.

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Monday Bacon: Back vs. Up

I had a lot of helpers at Saturday’s Shamrock Games when it came time to throwing the Sheaf. One competitor quickly gave me the run down on terms such as purchase and block. She was incredibly helpful. Another friend I met last year loaned me his fork and gave me a few quick tips before running outside to his caber event. I was lucky enough to meet Jason Clevenger, a fork maker, and ask him for quick advice before HE went off to his first event. 

The most common advice was to just watch the other ladies throw. Awesome. But I was up first. Crap. After my initial throw, advice came from every direction. Every. Direction. Ever been coached by about 12 people in one event? It’s a bit much. Now I know people had good intentions and I am appreciative, but each person was telling me two or three different things. My head felt like it was spinning something like this…

Weird spinning

The most common piece of advice I got was to bring the fork all the way back before I tossed the sheaf. The problem was that my little bale of straw kept hooking behind me. Again, I was told to bring the sheaf back and again, I’d hook it. A few helpers were getting a little frustrated that I wasn’t following instructions and I was getting frustrated that my sheaf was hooking. Obviously I’m doing something wrong, but what was it?? After I was done, my friend Rick was back from the Caber toss and introduced me to a wonderful man named Merl Lawless. He gave me a three minute coaching session and fixed the “back” for the fork to “up.” Ohhhhhhhhhh. NOW I get it.

Not Back

See, when people said to bring my right hand back…they actually meant bring it all the way up. That would produce a straight line toss instead of my arc. And there ya go. I got a few other tips and now am very excited to work this event out. But I’ll make sure to ask for more clear advice in the future. If someone says “back,” I’ll make sure to make them show me so we’re talking about the same thing. Cuz for me, this is up…

Up

I understand up…I just need to know we’re on the same page.

Again, I do appreciate everyone’s help. The greatest single advice I got on this event was from fellow competitor Dawn. She said, “Just go throw it.” She picked up on my being a tad overwhelmed and stepped in with reason. I appreciate Dawn.

The day was tons of fun. There was a nice sized group of women from all walks of life. I was able to stick to my plan even though there were a few times I’d get sidetracked with my competitive side.  But again, small steps of improvement over the course of 5-6 competitions is what I want to do for overall gain for the year.

After struggling in the sheaf and not picking the caber, I was able to hit PR’s in lots of my throws and move up to a final position of 3rd place. I was very surprised and delighted when I was given my first Highland Games prize, an awesome sword that I’ve already sworn off limits to the Oz man. Heh.

Strive for excellence, exceed yourself, love your friend, speak the truth, practice fidelity and honor your father and mother. These principle will help you to master yourself, make you strong, give you hope and put you on the path to greatness.

Joe Weider

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Friday Jams

We leave later today for Springfield, Illinois for my first Highlander of the year. As is usually the case before competition, I’m a bit nervous. It’s always better to just get started. The Piano Guys help.

As I’m writing this, the forecast for the day is 45 degrees with a chance of rain. Awesome. Cold and wet… again. Most of the day will be in a slightly enclosed coliseum, with a couple of the throws happening outside.

I’ll turn 46 on competition day. I’m pretty happy about that. Happy about growing older? Yup. Growing older is always better than the alternative. I can honestly say that in my youth, it wouldn’t have occurred to me that I’d be throwing in a Highland Games on my 46th birthday with my Pro Strongman and one of my children. I’m a pretty lucky girl…ah, lucky OLDER girl. Hee.

Enjoy the weekend.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Robert Frost

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The Finn’s

It would be negligent to not mention the locals we encountered during our Suomi visit. The first Finn we met sat between us (I like the window, Bigg likes the aisle) on the plane ride from Helsinki to Kuusamo. He talked a bit about Finland in between some work stuff. When he mentioned that one of the remarkable things about Finland is all of the lakes I thought, ‘dude, I’m from Minnesota. Land of 10,000 lakes YO!’ and I had just finished my thought when he said they have over 100,000 lakes. Oh. You win.

We had dinner that evening with Ilkka (2 kisses), competitor Tomi Lota with part of his family, and Petri. Petri is one of the workers for the event and Bigg happened to have a picture of Petri and his boy up on the facebook earlier. When I told him at dinner his son is cute, he said, “Yes. Like me” with a big smile. So Finn’s are sassy too. Good to know. Most of the conversation was in the local language and I just tried to follow along. I understood part of it. ‘Ok; Highland Games; Mya (Tomi’s wife.)’ That’s it. So clearly I pick it up pretty quick.

The next day, activity started picking up. I met Sari, a woman Matt has talked about from past Iceman’s. She is wonderful. With a full, rich voice, she yelled across the road “American Matt!”  

As is most often the case at these types of competitions, the support staff are some of the most important people on the field. The cool things about the Finnish though is that when they’re setting up; cheering the Strongman to keep moving; or whatever they need to do to be helpful; they’re yelling in Finnish.

I later told Topi (above) that I loved how in every event, I saw him yelling encouragement to all the competitors. He told me that’s his job, to do anything he can to help. So awesome. Also being helpful is our “Iz goood” friend, Mikko, who caught me before Matt went on the Ice Wheel and said he gave him very important advice for the event. I say, “Ya? What’s that?” He say, “Don’t go too fast or you’ll get dizzy.” So Finn’s are a bit dorky too. Hee.

I have to say a word about Finnish competitor Jarno Kirsela. Before the truck pull, the Strongman were told that they couldn’t use their spikes because it would be too easy. If they had track shoes with spikes, they could wear those but who in the world would think to bring track shoes with spikes? Jarno, that’s who. After he competed, Ilkka yelled at him to get them off and give them to Matt. And he did. Matt came out to truck pull telling Marcel that the shoes were 3 sizes too small…and he had a great event. I talked to Jarno a little during the other pulls and told him how nice he was to share his shoes and give others an advantage in the pull. He just smiled and said, “Ya Sure because boots don’t work.” That’s Finnish sportsmanship.

I feel very fortunate to have met, and watched these wonderful people in action. It was a treat and they’ll always have a soft spot in my heart.

OH! They also know how to post-party. Big time. In fact, some silly boy who was a bit bigger than the other Euro skinny jeans wearing crowd decided to mess with Jarno. I only saw the after affects of his putting on his coat with a bloody nose. I guess he grabbed the back of Jarno’s shirt while he was walking by and was quickly headbutted in the face. Problem solved. Finn style.

Photo: Thumbs up!

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

Hunter S. Thompson

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