Living in a world of darkness

I remember when I was a little girl and we used to play this game, “would you rather be blind or deaf.” I think at that young age, I had no idea what I was talking about, it was just something we used to think about at school. But turn the clock forward 30 years and I got the opportunity to visit the Dialogue in the Dark exhibition at Sci-Bono in Newtown which put things into perspective for me and enabled me to give it some serious thought.

In a nutshell, the visitors are led by visually impaired guides through a series of specially constructed and totally darkened galleries, where sound, temperature, wind and texture in the completely dark environment allows one to learn to interact by relying on other senses.

Sounds easy, right? Wow! Nothing prepared me for the experience. In the first few minutes of entering the exhibition, my whole body screamed inside and I wanted out! I was frightened. I panicked. Nothing prepared me for the experience. I was quite surprised how I was forced to rely on my other senses. It was completely dark. Even with my eyes wide open, I could see nothing. Nothing…

It’s an experience I cannot describe. It’s an experience that only once you’ve been through the exhibition, can you really understand what it must be like to be blind. It was an eye-opener (eish!) to see (yikes!) what blind people live with every day of their lives and how we take the smallest things, such as a walk through a park and buying a drink at a bar, for granted. Try doing that as a blind person.

The experience was so humbling too and I have a renewed appreciation for my sight. I learnt something about myself. Being forced into a situation such as that, I realized how quickly and easy it was to rely and trust others, something I don’t typically do. But being blind, you have no choice. I also found a sense of comfort in holding on to someone and constantly hearing their voice – Completely opposite to how I cope.

In future, I’ll think twice when seeing a blind person because their lives are a lot more challenging than what we realise. They’re also a lot stronger and braver than I am. That’s for flippin’ sure!

Running through my week…

1. Needing a new left rear tyre due to a puncture. 2. Returning 2 days later and replacing the right rear tyre as well due to puncture. *ouch* 3. Healthy lunch at my desk. 4. The birds manage to finish everything in this feeder in one day. 5. Annie dozing on the floor in front of TV. 6. Sunset from the staff parkade. 7. Cup of tea. #bliss. 8. Catching the Gautrain to work. 9. Gautrain buses – Magic!

Train approaching!

I need to start this post by saying that taking the Gautrain to work was definitely the highlight of my week!

When my good friend @HayleyM_ suggested that I meet her at the Rosebank station one morning and make our way into work, I jumped at the opportunity! Being a seasoned commuter, she gave me the “Gautrain for Dummies” overview and told me to meet her at the ticketing office just after 7:30. From the minute I arrived, the whole process was so easy, so simple and so awesome!

I was like a tourist and took millions of photos. Thanks Hayley for being so patient with me. I felt as if I was in a different country! I was totally overwhelmed by the hussle and bustle of commuters, the vibe, the excitement. I was so surprised at how many young people were on the train!

THE DROP OFF AND ENTRANCE… HASSLE-FREE

BUYING A TICKET… THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD TO DO

STANDING ON THE PLATFORM… FELT JUST LIKE BEING IN LONDON!

PARK STATION… WOW! WHAT A DIFFERENCE.

BUS STOP… A STONE’S THROW AWAY FROM THE OFFICE

CATCHING THE BUS…NO DELAYS, ON TIME (WE HAD TO RUN)

(to note: the Gautrain buses around my hood are empty, but they are crammed chock-a-block in town and close to the stations)

I love it! It’s high on my list of the things I love about Jozi! I cannot wait to catch it again!

Set your own goals. Run your own race.

I’m going through a process of goal setting at work. Funny enough, I only really set goals for myself when it comes to my running (and weight loss). As a regular reader of my blog, you may know that my goal is to run faster than 8mins/km. I’m getting there. Slowly. Two friends entered my mind as I sat at my desk, thinking about goals…

Both of them ran the Comrades marathon this year. The one friend was aiming for a silver medal while the other was running her tenth Comrades. Both had different goals, even though it was the same race. Only one was successful in reaching her goals and proudly boasts her permanent number which I’m sure she’ll wear with pride on future Comrades runs. Well done @tanyakovarsky! It’s an awesome achievement!

My other friend, unfortunately, had to pull out of the race half way. According to reports, she had headed out too fast and became ill. She still won’t talk about it and I suspect this will haunt her for quite a while especially since she came 22nd overall in 2010 and achieved a Bill Rowan medal in 2011.

In discussions with some of my other friends, some have asked why she pulled out instead of taking it easy and just finishing before the cut-off gun. She had time on her side. But as a runner, this is not what it’s about. I’ve often had people say to me, don’t worry about your running time. If you miss the 3 hour cut-off for a half marathon, it’s okay. Do it for fun. Fun?

The fact is, unless you are successful at reaching your goals, it’s not fun. If you aren’t able to reach the goals you set out for yourself, it makes no sense to deliver on someone else’s goals. The goals you set for yourself are incredibly meaningful and it’s important that you don’t allow someone else to dictate what they think is the goal post.

I know she’ll be back running soon and achieve that medal she is striving for. In the meantime she remains one of the most inspirational runners I know. In fact, she’s one of the few people who make me believe in myself. Thanks Estie!