Friday, 11 April 2014

Thank goodness it's Friday.

TGIF.

I say it every Friday, as the weeks rush past, especially during the first three months of the year. 

But today I say it with feeling after a hard and fast first term, a hard and fast week.

We survived Ironman.  

After being terrified by an 8.5K prospect (I thought it was going to 5K, then realised it was 8.2K when I registered, which then magically turned into 8.5K at the start...), I managed to finish in 64 min.  Great time for this unfit hooker!  My husband finished his race in a respectable 13h 53 min, after a gruelling afternoon on the bike leg. 

Family Botha, doing their thing

Done & dusted, roll on 2015!

So after rushing back, wading through loads of sweaty laundry, catching  up on a missed day's school work, getting report cards hamburgers depositing kids in front of their Wii - I'm taking the rest of the day off.  


I had a loooong breakfast with a friend - 

We really did have a healthy, carb-free omelet beforehand


I'm (still) working on a turtle oven mitt for my aunt - 

I don't like pentagons that much


I'm reading about love, murder and the TRC - 


Set in a post-1994-South Africa.
"Everything is a thousand shades of grey"


I had a haircut - 

Trying but not succeeding to show off my grey streak à la Rogue


I'm wondering what I'll write about for Blog Week


Visit her blog and join up for Blog Week!


I'm contemplating beanies for forthcoming Baby Berry -


A few colours and patterns fighting for the waning attention span!


I might just collapse with a chocolate and do nothing.

Roll on hunting season - I want to sit by the fire and have time to crochet.




Thursday, 27 March 2014

On the road to Ironman

We're in the final sprint towards Ironman - the last week of early swimming and evening spinning, weekend long rides and long runs.  Your man has abandoned all beer, sugar, chips and other vices, has trained on the road with his bike for the first time in years (it's a bit of a hazard - bike training on our roads) and is feeling in great shape.  Must just not get the sniffles now. 

I am preparing The Cheering Family's supporters T's for the day.

For previous years, I've done this:


Drawn a Super-F shape en let the kids colour it in with waxies, then printed on their T-shirts


When the event more or less coincided with the release of the Ironman movie:

...the boys had the same the year after


Mine, two years ago:

Turned the Ironman logo female
Bad, bad quality  - I lost some of my originals after a pc crush :-(



And this must be my favourite...I saw this cartoon on the Facebook Page of  local cartoonist Kobus Galloway


Note my husband's name???

He uses a clever play with words in his cartoons.  The Afrikaans word for "rice" is "rys", pronounced "race", hence the racing grain of rice :-)  And the speech bubble says "Come Fanie, run!".
I mean, it begged to be used!

So I contacted Kobus and paid for the rights to use the image on a supporter's T-shirt for our family, making a tiny alteration...


Perfect.

(Kobus has since published three books with his cartoons - brilliant, if you understand Afrikaans!)


Unfortunately, my original image also disappeared in a cyber black hole, but it looks like the backup might still print fine enough to make a new T for our athlete, while the boys and I will be going with these:


Supporter's gear 2014

All of us will have his race number on the back, and it's obvious which is whose!
The "Est. 2001" refers to his first Ironman, the Isuzu event in Cape Town.  This year marks the 10th anniversary of the Specsavers' Ironman, of which he missed one, if I remember correctly.
Our T's look a bit worse for the wear - I print on older, end of season T's, as we don't necessarily wear these again. 

So, off we go!

Ps ...this IronWife entered the IronGirl fun run for the first time, assuming that it would, as usual, be a 5km...

Not so.  

8.2 km to conquer.

Might as well be 82. 



Sunday, 23 March 2014

My Mzansi 14/3 - It's the people here

This is Anja's blanket, and her parents, Tinus & Katinka Steyn.




It will never replace a millionth of what their daughter was to them, but hopefully conveys some of the love and empathy of so many people who were touched by their loss.  

Thank you so much, lovely crocheters at Ons Hekel!