I’ve been going to Kisahalli for 32 years. That is a huge stretch of physical culture tied to a place. The longest gap was six years, when I lived in Tampere and Tallinn.
In 1993 Saku took up boxing and Ari and I went with him to spar. Saku took it as an opportunity to display their growing strength. We complimented each other between rounds. One time I wore socks because I didn’t own sports shoes. An older boxer who regularly coached random young visitors, taunted me that I came from a rich family, because I could afford broken socks.
Around 1997 we went there both with school sports classes and friends. I remember loading a leg press far beyond what I should. (The same press-machine is in the same corner still) Four days after Anu asked why I didn’t get out of the car… I had to wait for them to go before crawling out.
After conscript service around 2000, I returned to Kisis with physical activity forced to daily routine. I remember being afraid that, even out of uniform, I might somehow still be recognized as a conscript.
In 2007 we went regularly with Kalle, who was working internationally as a model. We developed a solid routine. Pekka noted during an A4 photoshoot that we had real gains.
In 2014 I focused on becoming a better rider, I observed squats and dead lifts supported posture and performance. It felt like targeted preparation. Movement in one context translated into another. I lost a golden family heirloom wedding wring between sets.
Around 2017 the social atmosphere developed. There were young asylum seekers, more languages, and visible diversity. I was involved with two, and sometimes three, kettlebell groups as an instructor. Kisis had become culture with Kristian, Paula, Mia and Annina.
I fear my dead lift peaked in 2019 when preparing for trans-siberian rail travel. We trained with Arttu using 130kg sets… I think three reps.
In 2021 Jesse and I were working on an outdoor project. To maintain grip and hold tool pressure for long periods, I developed a kettlebell routine with windmills to build strength in unusual positions.
Returning after COVID around 2022 felt like arriving to a moon station.
Now in 2026 I move in Kisahalli with ease. I know the equipment, the layout, and the rhythm. I’m passing culture forward: clearing my bench between sets, so others can lift, sharing equipment and keeping the flow on. Presence there is like a form of collective bodybuilding. It’s choreographed around practical cooperation between strangers, who are actively not bothering each other, in the extremes of motion.
I noticed my limits. A hundred-kilogram set asks something different. There is a future dawning: I’m becoming one of the gray regulars praying to stay strong. Bodies change there and people come and go. I haven’t made any friends in Kisis but all are friendly.

