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About Bo

Dog lover. Runner. Although very slowly. Keeping up with the stresses of running and life...

What do you hear when you run?

It’s great to see so many runners who run around my neighbourhood. On my runs, I will often count how many runners I pass – the number sometimes reaches 13!

The one thing I notice, however, is that some of them still run with iPods and earphones stuck in their ears. Besides the obvious traffic dangers associated with it, I wish I could stop them and point out just how much they are missing out on.

Things such as…

  • The birds. The beautiful sound of the doves and piet-my-vrou. The screeching of hadedas when they are forced to move out of your way.
  • The kids behind the high walls playing in the pool. The laughter and splashes of water.
  • The maids and security guards keeping watch and chatting on the grass.
  • The dogs that make the effort to stand at the gate and greet you. Some of them are grumpy, some are excited to see you. But it makes their day if you say hello back.
  • The sound of a lawnmower on a Saturday morning. Or the edge trimmer.
  • The sound of your running shoes hitting the tar.
  • The sprinkler systems.
  • The occasional moment you start talking out loud (we all do it!).
  • The buzzing of the insects as you pass the parks.
  • The loud engines of the 4X4 bakkies as they wind their way home.
  • The other runners greeting you.
  • But most importantly, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears when it feels like it will jump out of your chest when you’ve conquered that hill.

I know that the music gets you up those hills and takes your mind off some of the stresses of the day, but I guarantee you that if you leave the music at home for one day and appreciate your surroundings, filled with stunning sounds, it will change the way you experience your run. I promise!

My idea of winning is different to yours.

I’ve got a problem with people who think I am uncompetitive. I am. In fact I am very competitive. I hate losing. But what I’ve faced my entire life is other people thinking that because I am not a pro at what I do, that I don’t want to win.

When I was in high school, I was in the B side of the netball team. Sometimes, I got pushed down to reserve for the B team because there were other girls who played better than me. At least I got to play.

When I left high school, I tried my hand at action cricket. I was dropped off the team because I couldn’t hit the ball. I guess that’s important, right?

A few years later, I played action netball with a group of friends. The team eventually asked me to leave because we weren’t winning our games and it was my fault. They refused to continue playing unless I left the team. (keywords: team & friends). I gracefully walked away even though it hurt me big time.

Lately at gym, when I am training with my personal trainer, she will often give me lighter weights than I (think) I am capable of lifting. In addition, she tells me to do all my push-ups on my knees. I feel like a real girl.

Just the other day, someone was telling me that on their very first run, they ran 6 minutes per km and questioned me about my running and if I was working my pacing out right. Seriously? After 4 years of running?

I’ve pretty much gone through my whole life being judged by other people who decide that I am not strong enough, fast enough, or good enough. Do they realise that I am giving it my best shot? Why is it that others presume that because I am not winning any games or races or running as fast as them that I am not wanting to win?

Maybe competing and winning means something completely different to me. Like not quitting when others don’t give me a chance?

Today was ALL about me!

As the thousands of cyclists came rushing passed me riding the Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge race, I only realised today that making the decision not to ride the race weeks ago was finally a decision that put ME first. A decision where I selfishly thought about what I wanted to do and chose to ignore that niggling voice in my head that always tries to convince me otherwise.

Months ago, when everyone around me was deciding to ride and buying kits, the pressure to enter the race was immense. I know people meant well when they encouraged me to do it and I kept saying I was undecided and was thinking about it. I truly was. I religiously joined KK at every Monday and Wednesday spinning class at gym. I also entered two 40km cycling races and finished them feeling fresh and invigorated. I learnt that cycling is easier than running and was something I could do!

But what I realised seeing the brave cyclists with their red faces zooming passed me today is that I had made the decision based on what I wanted and not what I thought everyone around me wanted me to do. I am the type of person that often does what I think people expect me to do. I tend to be obsessed with doing things because I am afraid of what people will think of me. But not riding 94.7 was my decision. All mine.

In my heart I knew I would finish. KK had already worked out that I would comfortably finish in just over 5 hours. Besides, I LOVE my bike. (I’m a massive fan of the 29’incher MTB). So the odds were on my side. But is this one of my goals? Is completing the 94.7 something I wanted to do? Nope.

So sitting on my deck chair, sipping on iced tea, chewing on my jelly belly beans, I smiled and for a rare moment, felt at peace and content that I was doing something that made me happy and that I enjoyed. For a change, I was not riddled with guilt and FOMO (fear of missing out) but cheering on others and supporting them reach their goals in my own way.

Running through my weeks…

1. Packing Santa Shoeboxes 2. Supper with Tanya 3. Catch-up with my bestie at my favourite place. 4. The new Notes! 5. Buying of a new water feature for the garden. 6. A day of relaxation at Mangwanani. 7. ‘Seeing’ Johnson Crane in my head. 8. Missing my Granny & Grandpa. 9. Baby Shower cupcakes. Yum!