About Me and On-Hands

Minor Details

Hello! This is the guy behind this awkward piece of a internet site you’ve stumbled upon. Erm.. That’s me Tor. I’m 21 winters old and I’m aiming to be four times that age before I’m done.
I work as a Personal Trainer for a huge -with a green logo- company that I will not name here. Other than that I enjoy handstands in the full extent of the that particular words meaning.
I’m currently living in the Capital of Norway – if your planning to travel here, don’t go winter time of year.. Brrr. That’s a picture of me at the right side if you wondered. (it has to be photoshopped. I don’t look like that in the real life at all).

This site started as an boredom project summer 2010. At first it was a silly blog with two readers, myself and a guy from Puerto Rico whom just had discovered the internet. With a crappy design and a few articles – which you still can read – was all the blog had. Did I forgot to mention? This site started as a blog, pure blog. Then I realized that there aren’t to many people out in the wide world that want to read about the life of a bored Norwegian, and certainly not when the whole blog is about being on hands. However as smart as I am, I continued writing silly posts and handstand articles in a desperate hope of fame and visitors to my extraordinary blog – It didn’t happen.

I don’t know where or when I got the Idea of making an internet site out of it, but anyways that’s what happened. Before I knew it I had bought the rights to this site name and a host with a server big enough for my ego to develop in; and then this site was created. I spent numerous hours designing, banging my head against the wall – I still do that – and writing more and more serious articles, but still with a funny touch. Did I mention that you still can read them? Anyways. After awhile I got a returning visitor crowd, enjoying the things I wrote. And then things picked up when people started to mail me – at that time I didn’t have any mail out on the site, so these were dedicated people; I was scared nevertheless – asking for tips and tricks about handstands. Some just to tell the laugh they had reading something something here. As my ego expanded I dared to post Videos, and I made inspirational blog posts. The site kinda grew with me – or my ego?

At this moment I’m lurking around keeping secrets to myself – I’m afraid of people stealing my Ideas. I’m becoming a paranoid odd fellow that uses to much time upside down. I think I forgot to mention that I have a few handstands trainees. These are people whom joined my training of their free will (erm, most of them) to learn how to be on hands. I’m afraid that I’m becoming a creepy man stating rules and guidelines for my “followers” to follow at any time, secret codewords and patterns only for the members of this secret handstand order. I’ll try not to become one of those creepy men.
As you can see, I’m already writing as I’m the only one in the world who can train people on hands, mainly because I think that I’m best. I’d like to kill my ego right here, right now. There many individuals out there who are a lot better than me on hands, I see them everywhere, I get inspired by them, driven by them. Some of them are my heroes. But non of them created a site about handstand, and I needed that. I guess that’s what this is all about, giving what I never had. That’s the noble part of it. The other part is my crave for attention and acknowledgment – I just call it my ego.

Since I didn’t write to many words in the past sections – and they sure wasn’t long enough to read for you – I would like to end it with a short story. Telling how my Handstand passion started

I was 19 years old, yes that old, when i accidentally tried to kill my feet by cat passing over a brick wall where it was 5 meter down to the concrete. At that time I  didn’t know that it was going to be 5 meters down  That’s why i catpassed in the first place – obviously. There must have been a guardian angel watching over me me, the 5 meters didn’t kill me , nor paralyze me for life like that height usually do with normal people.. After i landed and performed the worst side roll you can imagine, -  ever seen a cat fail to land on it’s feet and tumble on their side. That’s how I looked. Anyway.  I carefully stud up and tried to brush dust of my knees. Walked a few steps, before my right heel felt like a car crash.  That’s an understatement, It felt like if I’ve tried to stop a speeding bus rushing downhill at 300mph, with my single foot.  Seriously, I couldn’t walk on it for days. At that time, I was in phase were you are done with school, but the company you wish to work for didn’t take applications – Or as they usual call it; unemployed. Therefor I filled my days with boredom and training, and since I had a wounded heel I still couldn’t stand, run or walk for almost two weeks. My solution to this problem was to force a friend to by me a set of pushup bars so I could stare at them.  As the days went by, my heel slowly got better, however it took about 3 weeks before I could try to run again. All those days, those damn long days; I trained handstands, some days up to 1 hour, other days just some minutes. Then, when I mastered my first L-Seat-technique, I fell in love with the feeling. When I did L-Seat to Planche, my interest grew stronger. Then, when I did L-Seat to Planche and then up in a handstand, my passion for handstand became a  feeling I couldn’t get rid off…Ever.  From that day on, handstand has always been a part of my life, and always will be.
The rest; Is untold – for the moment.

Happy Handstand
Tor