road running, trail running, cycling and now by default, or rather by injury, a bit of swimming

Laundry day in Plettenberg Bay.

Wake up on a glorious summer day and decide that it is a good day to do the washing.

A few hours on the wind is howling and although i am pretty sure the washing is dry i cannot find it anywhere.

Still later grumbling to myself with huge raindrops falling on my back while i scrabble around the back garden picking the washing up out of the muddy puddles.

And then, would you believe it, as i am putting the now muddy washing back into the machine to try again tomorrow the blessed sun comes out again.


You have to love this town we live in.  


Reasons to Run.

Now i love school holidays, i really do but there are days when my children work together very efficiently to ‘lets see if we can make mom go completely off the deep end.’

So yesterday their computer time was banned, the half finished box of jolly jammer biscuits was thrown in the bin because, my goodness, heaven forbid one of them gets even a crumb never mind a whole biscuit more than the other one and Christmas was almost cancelled altogether.


So before i throw the Christmas tree and all its shiny baubles and possibly also both children over the wall.


Plett Athletics Club prize giving.

Although i might make falling while running look really effortless and easy it is not so.  It takes a lot of practice and hard work to inflict such damage with such regularity to various parts of my poor long suffering body.

A lot of research goes into finding the rockiest part of a run to fall or working out which body part will bleed the most (my elbow so far)  or making sure my tazer is stored in just the right place in my camelbak that when i go down i manage to crack my ribs on it, i mean these things don’t just happen without a lot of forethought and care full planning.

Not to mention the expenses involved.  The bandages, the sticky plaster, the dettol, the anti inflammatories and the replacing of running pants when the part that covers the knee becomes more hole than material.

And then of course there are the sleepless nights due to not being able to lie on my back or my side or my elbow or my knee depending on which part of me is the most bruised and broken at the time.

So how wonderful to receive some acknowledgement for all my effort at our 2016 Plett Athletics Club prize giving and be awarded with a


and a very handy first aid kit.


Eat your hearts out all you vertically upright runners, I am off to research my next fall.

Thank Goodness for Mercy Runs.

Sometimes, and it is not very often at all, i just don’t feel like going for a run.  I am tired, my body feels sore, it is hot outside, i have eaten too much or too little or what ever the case may be and i just don’t feel like it.  But i know it is good for me so i lace up my tackies and set off.

The first few steps i just know it is going to be one of those running through toffee  backwards dragging tyres run.  If i did not have such strong sense of ‘finishing what i have started’ i would turn back after 2 km’s.  But i decide that although this is not going to be a fast one, not that i usually run fast, i am going to keep going and avoid the hills.

And after a while i start to feel better, there is no house work that needs doing on a run or children that need their homework checked or dogs wanting their dinner or anyone else placing demands on me, the scenery is beautiful and i have a whole hour all to myself.  Just me, my tackies, the open road and yes, i even did the hills.  And when i am done i am a much nicer me.

How blessed am i that even my bad runs are good.


Thank Goodness for Mercy Runs.

Running Definitions.


A runners place perfected.

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Happy weekend running all.

My husband is a Saint.

I know that i am married to a very special man and i know this for several reasons.  One of them being that my girlfriends are constantly telling me so.  Apparently if your husband makes dinner every single night because he loves to cook and finds being in the kitchen relaxing which is exactly what mine does that is right up there with creating world peace and sends him pretty much straight to Sainthood, no questions asked.

Another reason is that he puts up with my many running incidents and injuries and although i don’t set off on a run planning to ding various parts of my body on the very hard, unforgiving ground this stuff just seems to keep happening to me and my husband is always there to pick up the pieces.

Just a few weeks ago when i managed to crack my ribs mid run on my tazer (true story) he had to help me wash my hair as i could not move my arm even close to above shoulder level.  After a particularly gruelling marathon a few months ago he practically had to carry me to the car as i could hardly put one foot in front of the other and going down and up stairs without an arm to lean on was just not a feasible option.  I have grazed the palms of my hands so badly that washing up duty fell to him until my skin grew back again, he has a pack of anti inflammatory tablets permanently in his pocket and many times he has had to console a devastated and inconsolable me when my friends have gone off running and i have had to stay behind because of ITB or shin splints.

For my latest party trick i managed to fall so hard on the rocks that apart from covering my legs, knees and arms in yet more bruises i also split my elbow open, refused to go for stitches because i was too scared, patched it up with some sticky plaster and now need my husband to bandage and wrap my arm up in glad wrap while trying not to touch my elbow at all because it is so sore every time i need to shower so that it will not get wet and all this without any sign of side benefits for him as no one is allowed with in a ten foot radius of me in case they bump one of my many bruises.

And not only is my man a star in the kitchen as well as a very capable medic he is always willing to offer helpful advice.   Just last night when he was trying to get me to stand still while bandaging i said to him that i think possibly i had cracked my elbow to which he replied that he thinks possibly i had cracked my head.


What more could an accidentally prone, allergic to the kitchen girl ask for.  I am truly blessed.

Lets enjoy it while we can!

So once again it is nearly the end of the year which means our lovely little peaceful holiday town will once again become full to the brim with visitors.  The locals will be working all the hours they possibly can, our shops will be crazy busy, no parking to be found and the beaches, well lets just say we are not really used to having to share our patch of sand with too many other people.  Of course, most of us don’t actually mind, after all the funds they bring to this town keep many of us going for a good few months and enable us to live here full time.

So lets try not to complain, when they get here lets welcome them with happy smiles and until they do why not take advantage of the beautiful weather and our almost empty beaches.  We are truly blessed to live here.


Like making hay while the sun shines lets enjoy it while we can.


Weet jy!

I am sorry but how is it possible for one person, namely me, to fall so often and so spectacularly and so bloodily while out running trails.  I mean, come on now, its not rocket science stuff, you put one foot in front of the other and watch where you are going.

So how, how, how i ask myself with tears in my eyes, blood on my knees and a shredded elbow do i get it right time after time after time.

Today, once again, down i went, on the gravel and apart from once again dinging my long suffering knees and wrists managed to put a hole in my elbow which considering the fact that it is a gaping hole and i can see a few layers down into my skin probably needs stitches, and although i am happy to run the last 7 km’s with blood pouring down my arm (who knew an elbow could bleed so much) i am too scared to go to the doctor and get it stitched up.  Needles are not my thing at all so i am making do with a few sticky steri strips in the hopes that all will be ok.


Come on now already, give me a break!

If Runners were Dogs.

Yeeehaaah!!!!!!   It’s the weekend.  What are we waiting for?


Let’s go run  !!!!!!

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