The world APPLE is most associated today with something that has very little to do with the fruit itself, but at least the real thing is still there in their logo. When is the last time you bit into a nice, big, fresh apple? I’m doing it right now and I must say it never gets boring.

Many years ago my granddad asked me in a really sweet way: My dear, you never get tired of those apples? No, grandpa, I don’t. I just love them. I love their simplicity, their straightforwardness, their genuine look. They give you comfort. You start eating an apple and immediately feel more relaxed. Wherever you are. It is just something you’ve always had.

It is said to be very healthy as well. Everyone knows, right? An apple every day.. They come in so many different colours and tastes. I have my favourites but also like to shop around for new flavours. The good old types and the new breeds. Always up for them whatever season is in. Pure delight.

I think it does make sense to me that those guys named their company after such a wonderful piece of fruit. An apple every day..


Bikram yoga

The website said I should wear a top (sleeveless) and very short shorts, Hahh. Sleeveless. Very short. Do you guys think that I can’t stand a bit of heat? I love summer, even during the most unbearable heatwave I cross to the sunny side of the street to enjoy the light. An hour in 36 C is simply nothing. I could even wear a tracksuit to show those soft people that this is really nothing for me. I ended up packing a short sleeved T-shirt and cotton capris. Cotton is a good idea if you are going to sweat. And they promised a lot of sweat at this bikram yoga class. 38 asanas (poses) and some unearthly state of mind. Getting rid of toxins etc. So I went. After Spinning I had thought I knew everything about sweating, endurance and indoor heat. Hell, I was wrong.

The place was really nice, cosy. A mix of incense smoke and a musky, damp smell lingering in the air. Changing rooms are packed, you need to get changed right where you got a spot to be standing. Yoga mats are provided for the first class, but I was lucky enough to have my own. How professional. In the room people were lying down on their towel-covered mats, eyes closed, meditative atmosphere. Silence. I started to feel that it was going to be slightly warmer than I had expected. Sitting down, I placed my bottle of water next to my mat.

The instructor started the class asking about newbies. I put my hand up. Her advice was to try to stay for the entire 90 (!!!!!) minutes. Why would I have to get out of the room? I asked myself. I got the answer about 20 minutes later. Yoga itself wasn’t new for me. I had been doing it before, quite regularly. In the first quarter an hour I was just paying attention to the instructions as the teacher didn’t practice with us, she was watching and correcting the poses. Then suddenly I was hit by the heat. It was overwhelming, unbearable. I was suffocating and praying for a gasp of fresh air. I managed to keep going, but had to gulp down water every five minutes ( otherwise there are water-breaks, but I had to cheat to survive). The heatwaves kept coming back, every one is worse than the previous. It can’t be under 40 C- I thought. Must be at least 60. Harder than the last round in the sauna ever.

Sweat was dripping down from my forehead, nose, arms, legs, everywhere. Halfway through the class I tore off my T-shirt and felt much better in my sports bra. After about 60 minutes I was confident that I was going to make it. I did, but once almost slipped on my sweat covered mattress.

It was indeed an incredible experience. My bottle of water was gone halfway through the asanas and I drank another 3 bottles later that day.

My head -never before- was sunset-red on the way home. Thank God, it’s winter- I felt relieved leaving the building. I felt dizzy from the dehydration. I should have listened to the advice on the website and drank plenty of water before.

But I made it. And went back in two days. It was much easier than. More focused and smiling. You just have to get through your first class in tropical heat 🙂

Did you like P.E. classes?


I didn’t. I just hated them. Every day we had a P.E. class in high school I dreaded the moment we entered the changing room. Especially climbing the rope. That was a skill I never mastered. And sit ups, push ups, cross-country running, jumping and the kind. I always had the feeling that there is something wrong with the system here that girls have to do hard stuff like this.

For a few month I have had a new addiction. It’s called Cross Fit. The training schedule is simple. We do push ups, deadlifts, jumping, running, sit-ups… I love it. So simple, so straightforward. I just have to focus and do it. Amazing how effective it can be. All these movements create a sequence and it just falls into place at once. I tell everyone that they have to try it. You simply will have a fresh attitude to those I-hate-it-so-much exercises because they turn out to be really good for you:)