Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

After weekend

…comes the State Capture enquiry. Flip, am I the only one watching twitter, waiting for the news from our former prez’s testimony? For my international readers, our former Prez, one JG Zuma, he has been implicated in massive corruption deals over the last 10-15 years, from an arms deal, to allowing foreign (and malevolent) business men to make decisions to suit them, all for payments and kickbacks to himself and other officials. We, as a country, are trying to claw our way back from the lost years when he was in charge, that have all done so much damage to our economy, our self worth…

Anyway, enough of that.

The weekend was good! Dance rehearsals went well, I’m very proud of my 2 dancers. Charlie has a lovely role, and the children who watch the show are going to love him!

Running wise, I am still on track – we did the nite series on Friday night, which went well. I’ve realised one must have friends there to keep Thandi going; and then I got 2 other runs in. On Sunday I did my longest run since mid March! I am so chuffed! I also found there was another girl who was seriously struggling, who I helped through 3-4 tough kms, and that was good for me mentally, to be able to help someone along… So I am feeling positive and happier. My fitness is still building, and my strength os better, so progress!

TGIF

…somehow this week has felt very long. It hasn’t been particularly busy, but I’ve had enough. (possibly time for a holiday, I suspect) but anyway, I am very bloody glad it is Friday!

The weekend plans involve some running and a lot of ballet rehearsals for Thandi and Charlie. Yes, you did read that correctly, Charlie is dancing in this year’s ballet. The ballet school is putting on The Tin Soldier; and Thandi is a harlequin doll and Charlie is the Jack in the Box. Such fun! The show runs at the end of August and I know it will be excellent! The costumes are astounding! This weekend the male lead is here from Cape Town, so there is a lot of rehearsing with him, next week we calm down a bit again. So I will be a ballet mom…

In other news Thandi played her first hockey matches yesterday – there was a little under 8 festival, so they played 3 games, won 1, lost 2. I realise I’m going to have to do a bit of practicing in the garden with her, teaching her some strategy. I realised as I marched up and down the sideline shouting (what I thought was ) encouragement to her that I really have turned into my mother. I remember her doing the same, and even the same moans – keep your stick on the ground, chase the ball, tackle, don’t just watch the game, play it! (I think I was a bit embarrassing, and I suspect T hopes I never get an afternoon off again to watch her play) But I did follow up with loads of positive talk about the things she did well, and how proud I was and how proud her Dawnie would have been. So, I am a hockey mom, officially.

In terms of running, my little streak is going well, and I will be tackling the nite series run tonight, and tomorrow, maybe the park run again, dance rehearsal dependent. Otherwise I may have to go a little earlier. But that’s ok too. As long as I keep ticking over…

Streaking

…no, no, not the naked kind of streaking. In running circles we also have streakers, people who run every day. Traditionally it is 1 mile, which translates into 1.6km in modern metric terms. So, I know some crazy people, and I know one guy who has been streaking for over 1 year! On the 1st of July this year he marked 1 year, and is still going strong! Unbelievable (in a Burt le Clos voice). BM has chosen 5km for his streaking distance though (3.1miles). So, as things go, every now and again, one needs a bit of inspiration, coming back from this injury, being winter, knowing I have a marathon to run in 3 months time, I was looking for that spark, that push, that story; and in BM’s I think I have found it.

His story goes – BM’s son is a damn fine junior runner who needed to go to training sessions in the early evenings. BM decided that instead of sitting in his car feeling guilty and fat, maybe he should just go for a walk while his son was sprinting up and down the field. So that is where he began; until he started seeing if he could go a bit further, and a bit faster; until one evening, he realised he had gone the same distance as his son’s (easier) session in the same amount of time, so the next week, he joined them. And the rest is now part of his story. He has tackled 5 half marathons, lost more than 30kg and runs really well. And is still streaking.

So, I am 9 days in, I’m not promising a year, but I’m going to do a month and see where that takes me in terms of fitness and head space. I am taking it very easy in terms of pace and challenging runs, so I am minimising my injury risks, and I am maintaining pool and bio sessions.

Festival-ing

…so we made a day of it, a trip to the National Arts Festivsl in Grahamstown. And it was pretty damn awesome.

So early Saturday morning we got up, got dressed in our running kit and headed north to Grahamstown. (We made it with plenty of time to spare before the parkrun and checked out the botanical gardens and got ready. It is a beautiful parkrun, one I would definitely recommend to anyone who happens past G’town, running through the botanical gardens which are huge, and giving beautiful views over the city. So worth it, although, rather chilly in winter! Anyway, the run warmed us up nicely, then it was off for a quick brekkie at the local wimpy, where we changed into our civvies for the day, after a quick wet wipe ‘wash’ in the bathrooms.

First up on our viewing was ‘Raiders’. This show has been running for over 30 years, every year is a little different, but it always involves a Raiders of the lost ark- like quest for a missing something in history. Its aimed at young and old alike, and it charmed us all. (I’d had an issue on the website, when booking, an accidentally double booked, but we took our neighbours with us – Neighbour dad was on call, so mom and the 2 daughters came along) Following that, we had a quick wonder around the village green and found a few nice goodies to buy.

Then it was off to our next show, ‘Death of a Donut’ – a slightly more adult show, where the host took the audience through a order mystery, using members of the audience as suspects, and the rest of us had to vote on our choice of whodunnit. That was super fun, but, as I said, more adult.(Charlie in a Yoda beanie, as one does at the fest!)

Stright from that show, we headed across town to our third and final viewing. This was an inspired choice for the kids. ‘The boy who cried ninja’. It is based on a children’s book, of the same name, written by friends of ours. (its a complicated relationship to describe, apologies J&P!) Well, it was a riot, the children loved it – lots of interaction with the audience, great use of set and props. The story is kinda a boy crying wolf, but in this case, he cries ninja, crocodile, astronaut, when things go wrong at home, and his parents don’t believe him, so in the end he just starts confessing to things he didn’t do, until he decides to host a party, invite all the naughty crocs, monkey’s, ninjas etc so that his parents can believe him! The children laughed until their sides hurt!

After another jaunt to the village green, a quite bite to eat, it was home time, and a collapse in bed. So many special new memories made!

School Holidays

…can they be over already? My girl is bored, grumpy, has indulged in too much screen time and is driving me crazy? And if I get subjected to any more of the inanity she watches on Youtube, I may be ill. Glory! Anyway, she only has 5 more days before she is back at school. Today she is (fingers crossed) going to go to the beach, a local company does a 6 hour programme every day of the holidays including surfing, boogy boarding, snorkelling, canoeing, sand boarding, beach walks etc, so it’s super fun! Saturday we are making a day trip out to Grahamstown to the festival, I’ve booked some fun looking shows and we want to do the park run there too! And then before she’s rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, it’ll be time to head back to the classroom. And parents the country over will breathe a huge sigh of relief!

Her holiday really hasn’t been bad, but kids these days don’t cope well with boredom. She has had days with my PA, learning to cook – adding to her repertoire with samosa’s and brownies; she’s been to miniature golf, the local trampoline centre and the beach. But I think she has also picked up on all our tension regarding Pops and a few other stressors…

Despite her rough edges at the moment, she is still my perfect little girl, who I love like crazy!

Running again

…finally I am starting to run again. I am so relieved! My family is so relieved. It is such a stress reliever, and without running I do tend to cope less well with life’s stressors. My injury is, I think 95%settled, running up hills after about 5km I feel a little uncomfortable, but I am running way better and more comfortably than I was before 2 Oceans. ┬áBut, bloody hell, it’s cold at 5am! Now I know in terms of Europe, or even just the highveld of SA, it’s not that cold, but for me, who is fully acclimatised to this mild weather city in which I live, its cold! Anyway, I was pleased to get 7.5km in this morning, on a relatively flat route, so that was quite nice, and not too stressful, on my hamstring. I’m really hoping I will continue on an upward and onward trajectory now. Because, in just under 3 months I have a marathon to run! Watch out Moscow, we are coming!

Tired

…I am tired of being a Moaning Myrtle, so until further notice, assume things with Pops are as before. He’s grumpy, resistant and angry, and irrational. But physically fine

The weekend was fine, one baby on Friday evening, one in the early hours of Sunday morning, so not too awful. We had supper with friends on Friday (delicious tuna fillets seared on the break with a divine asian salsa), and on Sunday Thandi (with some help from her sous chefs, aka Mom and Dad) made chicken curry and rotis for lunch. It was delicious! A real triumph! I am so pleased she is learning about cooking and loves being in the kitchen, long may it last! And all praise to Lou, the PA who taught her how to make it.

 (I was worried about the rotis, wasn’t sure they would work out as well as were hoped, they were perfect, better than I have done in the past!)