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WWOTR 2018

…has come, changed lives and gone. I’m always astounded at how those 3-4 days are indeed life changing. I’m so glad I had the chance to run again, so pleased with my performance. My body came alive again!

Day 1 saw us running from Kob Inn to The Haven. 38 or 39 or 40 or 50km depending on who you spoke to of beautiful beaches, firm sands, refreshing rivers – magic!

Day 2 saw us leave The Haven (which if you can stomach the atrocious roads is an amazing community owned resort, we love it!) for Bull’s Inn at Mpame. Some climbing began. The beaches were good. The swimming amazing!

Day 3 and we departed Bull’s Inn (if you ever get there, make sure you request the mussel soup!) and headed to our final destination – Anchorage at Mthatha River mouth. A lot more climbing, a spectacular swim at hole in the wall, some incredible views!

All in all another priceless and awesome experience. I found my mojo somewhere on that Wild Coast, and have rediscovered my love for running. I am so blessed to have a body that works, eyes to see, and a brain to store some great memories in the bank. It is sweet!

(Charlie was once again the chief bag and bolly boy; and this year Thandi came along as our mascot, so awesome to share this with them! Thank you my little family! I love you!)

An Ode to Endorphins

…seriously, guys, those things are the best. I am a still a long way from a good place, but I am in a better place. I am busy, I am very stretched, but I am doing a bit better. Some consistency in terms of exercise makes all the difference. After my long run on Sunday, I had a slow recovery run in the dark on Monday morning (flip, winter is just around the corner!), and then rested yesterday. Today I have done an hours training with my trainer, and a yoga class. This does mean though, that I feel like I am falling behind on all my chores and tasks; but I have been a bit more empowered to ask for and therefore get the help I need. No need to be a matyr.

So, anyone up for a run in the dark with me tomorrow again?


… its getting by looking got earlier and earlier, so catching the upcoming sun isn’t always easy, but take a look at this morning…

Worth the damn plank on the beach.


… the rhythms of life. For a long long time, my sea has been stormy, and trying to get a rhythm going has been difficult. I don’t want to jinx things, but it is feeling less stormy (despite broken bones). I’m not sure if it’s because work goes through a traditional slowing down now (medical aids are kaput, no one has money to care for themselves) or because I am just in a better place. 

I’ve had a good 10 days of running, balancing my work and the things that fill my tank – reading, painting, sewing. We’ve also almost gone into hibernation, we’ve been socializing far less, just being ourselves at home. 

It feels good. 


….with Charlie! So yesterday I extended the invite to Charlie to join me at gym, anticipating a possible excuse, but he accepted!

I finished my theatre cases, messaged him, to make make sure he was on his way and then went off to get changed into my gym kit. Only to discover that I had left my pants at home ! Oopsy! So I had to divert past Sportsmans to buy another pair of pants, flip! That turned into an expensive session! Anyway. Pants bought, I hit that gym with Charlie. Gusto was there, counting the crunches and planks and press ups and lunges and all the other forms of torture he could think of. It was a good one though, I worked up a good sweat, and a had a few giggles and guffaws at Charlie’s expense – sorry Love, but you were very funny! And the hour passed by so quickly! It was definitely super to train with my husbuddy! Long may this continue..


…in 2017

This is the year I will address my body and it’s issues. I have hyper mobile joints, and for a long time, my body coped with the running. Now in the last year I have lurched from one win to another. This will be the year I sort it out. I know where my deficiencies lie, I know what I have to do, but I am lazy, and prioritise myself low down on my list; so this year I will take control of my time and my body and get it back in tune. I have already started my running page for 2017, and I am adding in a rehab page too, so I can be accountable to the blog. I also have to get my diet back under control, because without a doubt the extra weight is not helping the body. I am trying already, but my word, I never knew brownies could talk so loudly! Can you hear them, begging and pleading with me to eat them?

2017 is the year of resolving!

Olympic musing…

…so, as the dust settles on the Olympics, I’ve stored up a few opinions, use them, don’t use them…

I have to begin by mentioning the Caster debacle. Kudos to this young, strong woman who ran the socks off those other competitors, claiming a well deserved gold. She is a gracious champion who has weathered a storm far more vicious than any of her competitors and emerged with dignity and GOLD! In terms of the medical stuff, i wish everyone would stop having an opinion. All we know is that she has elevated testosterone levels. We do not have any further diagnosis for her – not intersex, not internal testes, not hermaphroditism, not PCOS, nothing. Stop speculating people! The poor woman, she has been through so much, and this unnecessary discussion around her is driving me crazy. She is obviously a woman, she runs amazingly well, she won gold. End of story.

The the SASCOC debacle. As always, in South Africa, the politicians and administrators win, whilst our athletes loose.They elect not to take our hockey teams, teams that were both medal contenders; they fail to qualify or enter a men’s relay team and several; other track events; the ‘designer’ outfits left a lot to be desired – hot, constricting, unsuitable for the conditions in Rio (Caster looked like she was wearing a burka in comparison to her competitors); the lack of funds for those athletes – I mean really – expecting parents, friends and family to crowdsource funding – while they dined on the athletes’ dimes. It is time for a benevolent emperor to take over and put the right people in SASCOC, so that we become the powerhouse we are meant to be. For every Wayde, every Caster, every Luvo we see, how many others aren’t languishing hopelessly in our rural areas, never being seen, never being given the right opportunities. There is an awesome article on the the Daily Maverick today about funding – makes one think about things…

Anyway – I love the Olympics, much to my Charlie’s horror. I watch as much as I can, becoming an expert judge of and commentator on the most random of sports, I embrace this 2-3 weeks of sports. And now it’s all over, and I wait, roll on 2020!