And a surprise in my stocking please

Connor was ill this week, and stayed at home for 2 days. I gave him homework though, he needed to write his Christmas wish list.

This is what I got…

He chose the smallest piece of paper we have in the house. I promise we do actually have A4 sheets! LOL!

And he made my mom drive him to ToyZone so that he could scope out the Star Wars Lego and add all the set codes!

But the best part… he wants a surprise in his stocking :)

We’re putting up the tree this weekend, and I suppose I’d better find time to bake between the 3 shoots i’ve got booked šŸ˜‰ Christmas is coming quickly!

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I need more massage days

Over the last year or so, the massages I’ve had have been needed to keep me running. They’ve been done by physios and kinesiologists. And they’ve been been good, and what I’ve needed at the time.

Spending time at day spas has been something that hasn’t been on my radar recently. I’ve been too busy. It hasn’t been a priority.

I spent this afternoon at a day spa with colleagues and it was amazing.

Because the therapist couldn’t work out how to get the gell-ish off my toes during my pedicure, I ended up having a massage on my own, instead of paired up with someone. And I spent the time, between dozing off, thinking. Not thinking about what I needed to do, but instead pondering over the lack of relaxing days in my life.

I miss spa days with my friends. Madeleine and I booked a few half-day spa visits a few years ago, and I loved doing that! It’s been far too long since we’ve done that. Not that we spoke all that much, but to spend the time with a friend doing something that relaxing is something quite special.

To be fair, a half day spa visit is more than enough for me. I’ve tried a full-day spa story before, and I ended up grumpy and edgy with a migraine. It was too much, and the waiting around drove me insane.

The full-body hot stone massage at Mangwanani at Montecasino today was amazing. Highly, highly recommended.

It was just what I needed.

I need to organise more me-days next year.

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All hot and parched

This heat wave is getting to me… slowly.

Slowly, because I’m lucky that I’m in an air conditioned office during the day, so I’m really missing the brunt of it (unlike my poor kids… poor Bradley has to study and write exams in this crazy heat). In fact, it’s so icy cold in our building that today my toes went numb… even though it was 37 deg outside! Although, not sure I should be complaining, if I work at home in heat like this, it’s even more uncomfortable and my Drobo starts sounds like it’s going to take off trying to cope with the temperatures.

When I drove through Randburg this evening before 5pm, it was still 37 deg there, thankfully by the time I got to running it was 34.

So of course we ran. The iced water in my water bottle was lukewarm by the time I’d got 2km! Man, it’s crazy! At 2.5km I turned back, the heat was far too much to cope with on the road tonight.

There are some rumours that there is rain expected on Friday, but I’m not holding my breath. I wish it were so though. My garden is parched!

On that note, I’m so distraught about my garden dying with the water restrictions in place. Not that watering was really making much of a dent anyway, my grass looks like it’s mid winter… it’s yellow and brown. There’s nothing quite like rain to get the garden going… watering from a hosepipe stops plants from dying but they really can’t thrive. My poor hydrangea above doesn’t look happy does it? You probably think I’m being ridiculous, don’t you? My garden isn’t small, and it’s cost me a bomb to buy plants for it over the last 8 years… to have it all die is going to make me cry… a lot.

I hope you’ve all seen the water restrictions… no watering with hoses between 6am and 6pm.

I saw a tweet this morning about the drought, that resonated with my thoughts over the last few days. It went something like, he remembered the water rations when he was a child, and he was sure there wasn’t the panic that exists now.

I was thinking about the same thing this week!

I remember the water rations in the early 80’s. We couldn’t water gardens at all, and I’m sure I remember my mom having to use buckets and watering cans to water her plants… hose pipes weren’t allowed at all at some stage. For some reason I remember that there was a restriction on how many litres could be used per person a day. Maybe I was too young, but I can’t remember how dry it was. I think my mom needs to do a post about it šŸ˜‰

Not sure how many of my blog readers are old enough to remember that, let me know!

When you read headlines like this, it gets quite worrying… see that KZN stat? A friend on Facebook said that in Greytown they only have water from 4am to 8am daily… that’s damn scary!

I think we need to pray for rain!

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10 things I learnt running the Soweto half marathon

The Soweto marathon was my very first half marathon last year, so I was determined to do it again this year.

Now you know how I’ve been struggling with injuries this year, right? Well, I’m happy to say that I did this without any pain!! So I’m officially back in the land of the running.

I learnt a few things about myself and running doing this year’s Soweto half marathon:

  1. Set two alarm clocks
    We overslept!! Instead of waking up at 3am, and having a leisurely cup of tea while getting dressed and picking up Sam at 3:40am… we woke up at 4am and were out of the house by 4:15 with Sam waiting outside our house for us! In the process, I left my phone behind as well as my running belt, so I was without tissues (which is normally a BIG problem at portaloos)
  2. I like running with my phone
    Not to stay in touch with people, but OMW I missed taking photos along the route! I saw so many things I would have liked to take photos of. All the photos (other than the one with my time and medal) in this post are Sam’s.
  3. I’ve missed running races with Sam
    We may not train together, but she’s just the shizz to run races with. She’s actually a stronger runner than I am, if I look at her training times, but we tend to push each other at races. Sam is recovering from an injury, just like me, so we knew before we started that this was probably not going to be the fastest race ever. I was thrilled when she said she needed to walk at times during the race, it was exactly when I needed a break. In the end, we didn’t do our best 21km time ever, but we finished and I enjoyed the race immensely.
  4. The organisation of the race this year was superb
    Old Mutual and Nike did an amazing job with the race this year.
    The parking was 100 times more organised than last year, we didn’t have to walk for miles before and after the race.
    There were proper portaloos… the exec kind with loo paper… that may sound funny but OMW it makes the world of difference. I didn’t have to stop heaving while on the loo!
    Afterwards there was plenty of places to get drinks and food. Ā It made the whole morning more enjoyable, and I didn’t feel like I really needed to get home.
  5. I live for water points during a race
    I’ve never run a race in heat like that. At 4am it was 24 degrees celsius already, and it was easily in the early 30’s by 8am. I don’t normally drink coke before the 15km mark, but I needed the sugar from the 6km water point already!
    The only downer with the organisation, was the missing water point at 15km. Every other water point was proper, with cold water sachets and plenty of coke.
    There was a water point at 12km… and then nothing until 17.5km and then another one at 18km!! Crazy! We were gasping by the time we got to that water station. I reckon I would have had more of a sense of humour about it, if the missing water station had been earlier in the race… but in that heat and on that hill, I needed it to be at 15km!
    And that brings me to my next point…
  6. Running races in Soweto is awesome
    The Soweto residents literally saved my sense of humour with the failure of a water point. There were so many residents standing in the streets with their hosepipes, hosing people down and letting the runners fill up water bottles and drink from the hoses. Not sure how I would’ve got to the next water point without them. Thank you!
    I loved the new route. My complaint about last year’s race was that half the route wasn’t in Soweto… well, I can’t complain about that this year. The new route, although not easy with the last half being entirely uphill, went right through Soweto. I reckon if I’d trained properly, and if it wasn’t so hot, that I’d be able to do a PB on that route.
  7. Meeting bloggers along the way is always a win
    At about 20km, a guy tapped me on my shoulder while running, and asked whether I was “The Real Jenty”. Imagine?! That was not something I expected to happen! LOL! Atlegang then said that he blogged as That Indie Runner! I still can’t believe he recognised me, andĀ it was so cool that he said something.
    Sam and I then ran with him to the finish line… and took aĀ obligatory sweaty finish selfie.
  8. The RWFL running club is the best
    The support from everyone in the club is amazing. When I did my first few races, I was generally the only one from the club running, so it was pretty lonely at the RWFL tent because I didn’t know anyone in the other branches. But now it’s fabulous! There are so many of us from Rand Park that run in the races, and we support each other so much. There was loads of sweaty hugging and high-fiving going on when Hilary finished in an amazing time, and Kathy, Jessica and Vikki finished theirĀ first 21kms! I love it!
    And then we all stayed to cheer Samson and Nick at the 42km finish line. It was Nick’s first marathon! And there was more hugging and high fiving when they came in :)Ā 
    We did have a bit of drama at the race, because we didn’t have a club tent set up. Which is very very odd considering it was such a big race.
    So, we made a plan. Vikki’s parents were at the race to support her, so we found an enormous tree for them to sit under, and they watched all our tog-bags. When we got in from our run, they were able to walk to the finish area to watch Vikki finish her race.
  9. A marathon is a very very long way to run
    It’s one thing doing a 21km. It’s another thing entirely to do a 42km race. I take my hat off to the runners that train for longer distances.
    We were watching them run in, and I was in awe.
    Not sure I’ll ever do that. I was keen to try, but now I’m not sure.
  10. I can do without a waist pack, but I cannot do without my tog bag after the race
    The chocolate milk and snacks that I’d packed saved me at the end of the race.
    The flip flops and change of t-shirt was the best idea ever!
    Thank goodness I’d packed the bag the night before, and just had to grab it on the way out the door.

Will I do it again next year? Hell to the yes! See you there :)



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I blinked and he changed…

No-one warned me about how much the boys would change at age 12. Every month Bradley is different. In height (almost my height now), shoe size (size 10!) and in looks… not to mention his personality. He let me have 5 minutes of portrait fun yesterday…  

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Friendship and the perceived lack thereof

Bradley and I had some awesome one-on-one time today over an ice cold coke after an interview with a high school headmaster. He started chatting about things that happened today. And really chatting. One thing he said is worth sharing, because I remember blogging about this topic when he was in Grade 0 or 1, […]

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Hangouts and then calm

You know there’s a theory that babies act up when you’re tense. They sense your tension and your mood, and then start acting up? Well, it’s not just babies. The boys have been insane this week. I’m convinced it’s partly because they’re not sure how to handle me and my tension. They’ve been ugly to […]

Celebrating my mom’s 50 parkruns

My mom and I did our first parkrunĀ together… almost 2 years ago. In fact, thoseĀ parkruns I did then were part of the catalyst to join Run Walk for Life, because I realised I was pretty hopeless and needed to train properly. If you don’t know what a parkrun is… is a weekly free timed 5km […]

Help your kids use social media

Social media and how it’s affecting kids lives is a big topic in my life right now. A lot of children in senior primary have smart phones, so the next step is to start using social media. Saying NO is not the answer, because they’re just going to use it anyway behind your back, and […]

Playdates are a thing of the past

The kids have been on school holiday for the last week, and Bradley’s social life has been hectic! Poor Connor has stayed at home, while his brother has been jolling with buddies. The reason I say playdates are over… well I was informed this week, that I can no longer call friends days playdates… they’re […]