The above photo was taken at Graze, a new restaurant in Harfield Village.
I am currently reading Irvine Welsh’s latest offering. He’s the very same guy that brought us, “Trainspotting”.
Part of the narrative is told by Lucy Brennan, personal trainer who is obsessed with exercise and weight. Here’s an extract from the novel.
“The only fast-food place handy is this pizza joint, so I order a couple of slices. The line is busy with just one fat chick sweating behind the counter, trying to keep up with the orders. – Sorry about the wait, she says.
- Well, that’s a start. But don’t beat yourself up, take action, and I hand her my card.
She looks at me like she’s going to burst into tears. – I meant … I meant the wait! That wait you’ve had in this line!”
I absolutely love David Sedaris and I’ve read most of his books. In the following article he talks about a cow giving birth:
“What might I have thought if, after seven hours of unrelenting agony, a creature the size of a full-grown cougar emerged, inch by inch, from the hole at the end of my penis and started hassling me for food? Was that what the cow was going through? Did she think she was dying, or had instinct somehow prepared her for this?”
Dizzy* and Juan are getting hitched. They’ve asked all their guests to select one song that they’d love to hear at the wedding. Naturally I have taken this to mean “find the most inappropriate song to play at a wedding”, which is why I’ve selected “Gold Digger” by Kanye West. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the song, lyrics include the words:
“If you ain’t no punk holla we want prenup
We want prenup!”
If you’re on twitter (who isn’t?), do yourself a favour and search the hashtag 5WordsToRuinADate or FiveWordsToRuinADate. My favourite from that thread were:
I am currently obsessed with the podcast, Serial. I’ve made it to episode 11 and I STILL can’t decide if Adnan is guilty. All I know for sure is that 1) the stealing of shoes at mosques seems to be a universal problem and 2) the guy smoked A LOT of weed.
I am incredibly excited for my trip to Turkey. And I am having a tough time narrowing down the cities I want to explore. I want to go air ballooning in Cappadocia, check out the chimaera at Mount Olympos, swim in the pools at Pamukkale, experience the whirling dervishes in Istanbul and take a ferry across the Bosphorus.
My new favourite artist is Hozier. Absolutely love his song, Sedated.
Photo taken in India in 2014.
- According to this webpage, South Africa has a rich culture. Here “you will love interacting with the Bantus”.
- I’ve recently fallen in love with THIS travel blog. As my friend Tazz so cleverly quipped, “It was love at first site”.
- If you’re looking for a good milkshake AND veggie burger, may I suggest Engruna? Unfortunately, Engruna only has two flavours of non-alcoholic milkshakes: cookies and cream, and toasted marshmallows. I’ve tried both and the toasted marshmallows are definitely my favourite.
- Mr Pickwick’s has recently been renovated and moved to Kloof Street. I can’t wait to test their milkshakes. Milkshakes are kinda my specialty.
- I’ve just discovered the podcast, Serial and holy crap is it awesome. I plan to listen to each and every podcast on my long distance runs.
- The Epicene Butcher is back on at Alexander Bar. I would definitely recommend checking it out! I’ve seen the show twice and absolutely loved it.
- On Sunday, 24th January, the Chaitanya School of Yoga is offering a free class on the beach!
- Travelstart recently blogged about 41 awesome things to do in Cape Town. I’m keen to check out Babylonstoren.
- I thought Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens was beautiful until I saw pictures of Bloedel. It has been added to my bucket list.
- I thought that this article on Faithwashing was pretty interesting.
- I recently attempted this cranberry, orange & pecan coffee cake.
A few days ago, before the turn of the New Year, I publically announced my 2015 goals/resolutions/bucket list items via twitter. Please note that they are all running related goals.
2015 running goals:
- Set new PBs (Personal Bests).
- Train for the Two Oceans Ultra-Marathon (56km).
- Don’t get injured.
2014 was a great year (running and travel wise). Much to my surprise I managed to set PBs for nearly every running category (10, 21, 30 and 42km). My improvement was significant. I went from completing a half-marathon in 2:09 to 2:01. That’s a new PB of 8 whole minutes. And it is due to this massive drop in numbers that I truly believe I am capable of more.
And I was right. On Sunday I ran the Bay to Bay 30km and completed it in 3:08. That’s a PB of 11 minutes. Booyah.
Short notes on the race
I was initially anxious about driving to the race. With most races my dad picks me up (and makes me toast for breakfast). I leave the logistics of how and when to get there entirely up to him. This wasn’t happening for this race. I would need to rely on myself. I would need to arrive at the race ON TIME and possibly PARALLEL PARK in a narrow, hilly street. Cue all the nerves.
But I did it. And I picked up Fahiema. Fahiema: “Sid is picking me up at 05:00 tomorrow. I set my alarm for 04:50. I love a challenge.”
The 30km race route started at Camps Bay, snaked down to Hout Bay and then looped back to Camps Bay. The 30km started at 06:00. There was also a 15km which started at Hout Bay and ended at Camps Bay. The 15km started at 07:30. At some point the 30km runners would converge with the 15km runners. For me that point was the 18km mark. And holy crap, did it feel amazing to overtake some of the 15km runners.
The non-running related goals:
- Be a little more vulnerable, open and brave. Do the things that scare me. (Note: Everything scares me.)
- Dance at Juan and Dizzy’s wedding until my feet bleed.
- Do whatever I can to ensure that Fahiema’s wedding is a little less stressful.
- Go hot air ballooning in Turkey.
- Save up enough cash to go snowboarding in Europe for my birthday.
These kids were adorable and loved posing for the camera.
- These flourless hot cocoa cookies look delicious.
- This guy uses his iPhone to insert movie scenes into real life situations. It’s ridiculous.
- Since we last spoke I’ve applied for a new passport. The process took 2.5 hours and cost R400, which FYI you need to pay in cash because Home Affairs doesn’t believe in process and technology. Seriously, Home Affairs invest in a card machine!
- I’ve also managed to tick one more item off my seasonal bucket list. I’ve had French Toast at Starlings Cafe. Next up: Wavescape, City Bowl Market and swimming at Sea Point Promenade.
- I’ve been watching a LOT of TED talks recently. My favourite is Cameron Russel’s talk on beauty.
- I love Alice Goa’s Instagram account.
- Don’t listen to Lonely Planet, Intelligent Life came up with their own list of top 10 cities to visit.
And that’s all from me folks, enjoy the December holidays.
I took this photo recently at a work function. I know most people won’t like this photo because it is blurry, but I absolutely love it.
The above photo was taken at Hello Sailor in Observatory. I’d definitely recommend the baked cheesecake.
My one year old niece recently learnt a new word: “dirty”. A few weeks ago she saw some homeless people and said, “dirty”.
Can we take a second to talk about the book, “Gone Girl”? Because holy crap is it good! I’ve made it to the second half of the book and knew that there was a twist in the tale, but man was this unexpected.
If you’re currently reading the book or plan to read the book, stop reading this blog post now. Coz spoiler alert! I am going to quote one the weirdest passages from the second half of the book, so scamper off. If you’re looking for an alternative source of entertainment, may I suggest the following?
And now I shall commence with the spoiler/extract. You have been warned.
“Nick loved me. A six-o kind of love: He looooooved me. But he didn’t love me, me. Nick loved a girl who doesn’t exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what’s coveted, what’s au courant? I think most people do this, they just don’t admit it or else they settle on one persona because they’re too lazy or stupid to pull off a switch.
That night at the Brooklyn party, I was playing the girl who was in style, the girl a man like Nick wants: the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.”
I ran two races this week. I ran the 10km on Saturday and 21km on Sunday.
Saturday’s Race – Elsies River
The race on Saturday was the Oprah of races. “You get a PB. You get a PB. Everyone gets a PB.” I completed the 10km in 51 minutes. That’s 4 minutes faster than my previous PB. To be fair the route was 30 meters short of 10km, and if had been the full 10km I’d probably have completed the race in 53 minutes. That is still a PB.
(2014 has been a really great running year for me. I’m managed to rock PBs for the 10km, 21km (2:01), 30km (3:19) and 42km (4:52). And I’m not done yet. I’m still gunning for the sub-2, and definitely plan on improving my marathon time.)
My new PB for a 10km means that I qualify for a C seeding for the Two Oceans Half. But I’m not planning on running the half next year. I’m planning to sign up for the Ultra (56km). Or I was planning on running the ultra until Sunday’s race.
The downside of Saturday’s race was that the front runners were robbed. The perpetrators threatened the runners with a brick if they didn’t hand over their watches. And the cars of some runners were broken into.
Sunday’s Race – Landmarks
Sunday’s race was so hard. There were lots of hills and by the time I’d reached the 10km mark I was so over it. I kept thinking about how hungry I was, how hot it was and all I wanted to do was eat a waffle with maple syrup. I was in a bad space. Just so miserable.
But the race wasn’t all bad. I’m thankful for the Petrus, who ran the last 1km with me. He kept encouraging me, telling me to breathe, and to take small steps. I’m thankful for the man who ran passed us and shouted to Petrus, “Don’t leave her. Make sure she comes in. She’s a strong runner.” That same man would come up to me later and hugged me. (I think he told me that I could be good or that I did good.)
And at the end of the race, I stuck around for the prize-giving ceremony and was rewarded with a R250 gift voucher from Bihari, an Indian restaurant.