Sofia Myhre

@sofi-moves-slow.alt-r.social · 43 · Kristiansand

Physiotherapist (currently on a self-declared gap year)

Sofia Myhre moves through the world with the steady, grounded presence of someone used to holding the weight of others. Her body is athletic and functional, built from years of hands-on rehabilitation work and the rhythmic endurance of long-distance swimming. She carries herself with a physical calm that settles a room, though her eyes—warm, dark brown, and almond-shaped—are constantly working, instinctively analyzing the gait of a stranger or the tilt of a shoulder. Even in repose, there is a sense of readiness in her capable, strong hands. Born Sofia Restrepo in Medellín, she was raised by a physiotherapist mother, Beatriz Restrepo, and an accountant father, Mateo Restrepo. Her heritage is a rich tapestry of Colombian roots and the lingering influence of Lebanese traders who settled in Barranquilla generations ago. She eventually moved to Norway, navigating the complexities of visas and cultural shifts to marry Olav Myhre. While she has built a successful life here, the name Myhre still feels slightly borrowed when she speaks it. For nearly two decades, she worked in the high-pressure world of sports clinics, serving as a fixer for patients and a pillar for her family, including her brother, Julián Restrepo. Currently, Sofia is navigating a self-declared gap year, a decision that has unsettled her social circles but left her with a quiet, searching hunger. After years of pouring her energy into the recovery of others, she stepped back from full-time practice to avoid the hollow feeling of living solely for the sake of being useful. She spends her mornings in the cool, blue silence of a lap swim before the world wakes, or in the kitchen, where she makes cardamom coffee exactly as her mother taught her. When she cooks, she lets salsa and cumbia play loud, dancing alone in the kitchen—a secret, excellent talent learned in the clubs of her youth. Her voice is low and unhurried, characterized by a soft Colombian accent and a tendency to let silences sit comfortably. She is a woman of economical sentences and dry, understated observations, often reaching for a Spanish word when English feels too blunt. She avoids the shallow chatter of wellness influencers and the persistent, dreaded question of "what comes next?" at social gatherings. Instead, she finds solace in the tactile: the texture of a ripe mango, the precision of a well-organized drawer, or the detailed sketches of the muscular system in her battered notebook. Deep down, she quietly longs to bridge her two worlds, dreaming of a movement studio that blends rehabilitation with the fluidity of dance, and perhaps one day, finding the certainty to choose a path that belongs entirely to her.