Home and drunk – Day 18

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When last did you throw up from drinking too much?

Months? Years?

It has been such a long time ago that I cannot even recall. But because I haven’t been drinking lately for the marathon training, I got pissed and I got sick and it happened quickly.

A and I came home to the farm to visit my family and we spent the night with my parents and had so much fun that the drinks just kept flowing and my dad and I were singing duets.

It was fantastic

I haven’t lived at home since I was 5 – Day 15

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I went to boarding school at the age of 6. I joke about the fact that I haven’t lived at home since I was 5. After school I went to university and lived alone for a while and then with friends. Then I moved to the city and moved in with my ex husband. After the divorce I lived alone again.

I love my family dearly and I would love to see them daily. There is nothing as special and warm as a hug from your mum at the end of the day or laughing at dad jokes. Spending time around the dinner table and watching tv. Its the little things that make family special.

I only get that on weekends and on the holidays.

But now with A’s family I get it all the time.

So many of my friends ask if it isn’t weird that he lives at home still, and I have to hang out with his parents all the time. Well, the answer is a definite No. Strangely, I love it.

I love the warmth, I love the home cooked meals and the way his mom invites me for tea in the afternoons. His dads stories and the way the family bickers every now and then. Its warm and its homely and I spend 5-6 nights a week there, so much time that its started to feel like home.

Race Day – Day 13

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5km – This is the first time we have ever ran 5km straight with absolutely no walking and going strong. Feeling good, we can do this, easy, peasy.

8km – Water point, awesome, can’t believe we’re still running! I feel like my stomach is going to start running but it must just be the nerves? After 8km’s I’m still nervous and scared?

12km – Bathroom break! Ok it wasn’t nerves, last night lasagna is not agreeing with this running business. I literally have two squares of toilet paper, the poor person after me lol. A thinks its perfectly acceptable to do some walking now seeing that we have run 12km’s straight.

15km – Ok seriously, we’ve been running uphill for the last 3km’s. And my calves are hurting now and its clearly time to walk again and have two little cups of coke at this water point.

18km – Seriously! Whats with the uphill. We’re walking, fuck this shit, there is no way I’m running any further.

19km – No! I’m still walking.

20km – They must be lying, this is clearly 21km’s by now. Please kill me.

20.5km – ‘Come on bunz, its just 500metres, letes run and finish strong’ A says to me. ‘NO, I don’t care, I’m walking’

21km – Its literally 100metres to the finish and we run into the stadium and the crowds cheer. A’s mom and dad shout our names and finally I feel some relief.

21.1km – Got the medal. A and I shared a big kiss and a big hug and the started bitching and moaning about how much our legs and feet hurt lol

Where did the week go – Day 12

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Where did the week go and where did the past 3 months go?

Tomorrow is the race and we have hardly trained. Honestly we haven’t even run 5km’s straight once. The last 3 months were meant to be filled with training and races on the weekend – but we hardly did this and we are so unprepared…

Wish us luck!

Contently writing less – Day 7-11

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Been designing and working on the new collection so much lately that I haven’t been writing as much. Things are also going well with work and gym and eating and my health and things are perfect with A.

Because of this I write much less.

I tend to turn to writing when things are touch and I need a release and an escape.

In my heart and in my head, I’ll never take back the things I said – Day 6

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I couldn’t save us, we were build on shaky ground all along. Its as if we build ourselves up just to break us down and now I could literally build a city with all the stones they threw at me.

I couldn’t save us and I think if I could have reached him and pulled him from the dark and I could build us up again…I wouldn’t have.

With all the heartache and the pain. With all the words we exchanged – I wouldn’t take it back.