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A good turnout at the first training camp: Back row from left: Rúni, Trygvi, Regin, Rebekka, Marita, Sára, Fríði and Elsa.
Front row from left: Hanus, Hans, Dánjal Jákup, Steingrímur, Hallur (coach), Hallur, Marnar and Helgi.
So the first training camp of 2010/11 is behind us. Notice for the camp was short, so it was very pleasing that as many as 15 young athletes took part. Three faces were seen at a training camp for the first time: the Hvirlan boys Hanus Bergsson (javelin) and Hallur Simonsen (discus), as well as Steingrímur Hallsson of Bragdið, who has met the standards in middle distance and the shot put.
Hanus Bergsson is new to the talent group, and he didn’t hold back.
Hallur Simonsen is new to the talent group, and he didn’t hold back!
Steingrímur Hallsson is new to the talent group, and he didn’t hold back!
We settled into the village hall in Haraldssund at around eight o’clock on Friday evening. There was no training on the schedule that evening, so we went straight to the soup. Marita arrived a little later that evening. While she was at our training camp, she was also at a training camp with Havnar Fimleikafelag, where she is in the select squad for aesthetic gymnastics. So her mum drove her north and came back to collect her after training on Saturday morning. On Saturday evening she was then driven back through all the snow from Tórshavn north to Haraldssund! Yes, it’s no small thing when you are passionate about two sports. An impossible task, unless parents back you 100% in situations like this!!
Even though Marita had trouble with her ankle, she managed to be at a training camp in Haraldssund AND in Tórshavn! Here is the goods train on its way from Haraldssund to Klaksvík. From left: Fríði, Rúni, Marita and Elsa.
That evening Hanna Magnusson, who many years ago was Gutti’s nanny, also came to tell us stories from the old days in the area. She told us several stories about Rasmus í Haraldssundi. About Guttormur í Múla and about the hidden folk. About the village of Skarð, which died out when the Skarð boat was lost with all the men of the village. It was really cosy for us to lie in the loft of the village hall and listen.
Hanna told stories while the rest of us lay and lounged around in the loft and listened. A cosy moment!
Training was on Saturday morning at 9:30. We all drove to Klaksvík, where the throwers and sprinters did strength training at Yndi Fitness, while the runners had an interval session out on the football pitch. We drove straight back to Haraldssund, where we had a good lunch. Training was again at 18:00, so several people spent the afternoon resting, while some went out into the lovely snowy weather to go for a walk and build a snowman.
From left: Marita, Sára, Elsa, Rebekka, Steingrímur, Marnar, Hans, Regin and Fríði ran intervals on the pitch
From left: Hanus, Hallur, Dánjal Jákup, Rúni and Helgi warm up for strength training. Trygvi has gone to get a drink of water.
Gutti was to lead the training session on Saturday evening. The plan was for everyone to do their utmost to get a good, hard session. It was circuit training in the badminton hall, where 20 exercises were to be completed twice.
Gutti cracked the whip on Saturday evening – there was NO MERCY!
And believe you me! There was hard work. There was hopping and there was stepping. There was sprinting and there was battling. And nobody held back. They all showed why they in particular have made a select squad.
It was a feast for the eyes to see all the activity on the floor!!
Come on Trygvi…… 5 more seconds!
Back in Haraldssund, hunger began to set in. And even though the ovens were going full blast, heating the meatballs and potato wedges went far too slowly, but at last dinner was served. And I can promise you that the 75 meatballs and 6-7 kilos of potato wedges grew legs. After a short while, everything had vanished like dew before the sun. Later we watched videos from VU-spelen in Gothenburg last summer. The girls had asked whether they could bake a cake for us to eat while we watched, and since everyone had trained so hard, there was traybake a little later. That too vanished like dew before the sun before anyone could blink. It was also easier to get all these rascals to bed that evening than the night before.
On Sunday morning we got up at 7:00. We had to eat, pack and get ready to take the train to Klaksvík at 8:55. Two trains ran. A goods train with four carriages and an express train with 12 carriages, and the final stop was the swimming pool in Klaksvík.
Here comes the express train. We ran in formation towards the town.
There was no training at the swimming pool. But things got pretty intense. First in the hot tub, where it got wilder and wilder. Then out into the snow to roll around in nothing but swimming trunks. And then back to jump into the hot pool. “One lap round the football pitch,” someone shouted. And so the train set off again. 10 boys and two big boys in nothing but swimming trunks in the drifting snow around the pitch. Yes, it can be hard to grow up when you’re with cheerful young people. Wicked tongues would have it that it will hardly ever happen.
And now hunger had set in again. But it was only 11 o’clock, and Jórun’s lunch wasn’t being served until 12. “When are we going to eat? Where are we going to eat? What are we getting to eat?” were the questions repeated again and again. Jórun’s dish of the day was beef rump. But the beef rump didn’t get much of a dignified existence on the white plates either. It took our young people no time at all to make the food disappear as if by magic. And there was still a while to wait for the bus, and for the first time they had the chance to buy themselves something. So they did. But you could hardly call what was handed over the counter quality food for hard-working athletes. Big butter cakes, “bricks” full of buttercream and Danish pastries were the most popular.
At 13:30 the bus arrived, and we waved goodbye. Armed to the teeth with pick ‘n’ mix sweets, they headed for Tórshavn. The leaders stayed behind. They were going to watch football together. But first they stuffed themselves with sautéed shredded beef.
Beef will hardly be on the menu at the next training camp, which will be in week 2. But we might need one or two good cooks who can also explain what good and proper food for hard-working young athletes is.
The next training camp will be at the weekend in week 2.
Hallur Stevens: “You drive me crazy”
It’s great fun being at a training camp. Elsa laughed the whole time.
Haraldssund truly is beautiful!
Yes Helgi… that’s a hook. Never heard of it? Dánjal Jákup runs away screaming, but Hallur is hardly impressed.
