Charlie's Bird

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

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Balancing act

…this weekend was a bit of a balancing act. Between lots of different events, running and all, we managed to also just have some down time, which was really necessary.

Saturday started early, as we got Thandi up and ready for her first adventure race. Adventure racing is big in this neck of the woods, and every year one of the schools hosts an event. There are numerous categories, and Thandi was the girl in a team with 3 grade 3 boys. They were in the G1-3 group, and had to run 2km, mountain bike about 2-3km and then get through some challenges (minute to win it kind of stuff) and then a final run to the finish line. I was super impressed at how they all had to work together as a team, (they have to finish together) and how they encouraged and motivated each other. She had such fun, and is planning next year already. They managed to come in 17 out of 32 teams, for her first try, that was ok!

The rest of the day was spent at home, sewing, making dough and chilling. We made steamed buns for supper which I served with the left over chicken – they were a revelation! Yum!

Sunday dawned with me getting some running in before we headed off to the local paper’s annual fun run. At the same time as that run happens, another really special event takes place. An enabling run for the disabled. So people with prostheses, in wheelchairs, differently abled children all get the chance to run too – they are assisted, pushed, carried, encouraged by an able bodied person. We got to walk with a young boy, who is differently abled. What a privilege to get through the fun run, with cheering and laughter and happiness! And to count our blessings.

After a clean up, it was off to a slap up lunch at a local and rustic chippy don at the harbour. And how nice was that – fresh fish, tasty sides, good views… A great lunch to round out the weekend.

Reconstructing Birdie

… so, as I mentioned, this is the year of the reconstruction. I am at risk for lots of health issues, so I want to address them now, to minimize those risks. Today I took a step in the right direction and set up an appointment with a local biokinetics practice. It’s time to address my muscular weaknesses which negatively impact on my running. I started with SR a few years ago, but things fizzled out; I am giving it a bit more commitment this time.

I also did some baseline blood tests today, I’m awaiting all the results still, I’m sure I’ll be fine, but just checking! My running has been tough lately; I’m battling with exhaustion and joint pain, maybe I’ll get a few answers. Watch this space!

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?

Sunrise

… 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.

Feeling

… 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. 

Training

….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..