DR! DR! I THINK SHE NEEDS AN IV OF CHAMPAGNE! STAT!

Two posts in one day. Some would say I’m on a roll; other’s who know me are currently very concerned and think maybe tranquillizers and a straight jacket might be in order. I don’t think they are wrong!

In just under 48 hours (OMG when I put it like that I can barely breathe) I will be undertaking one of the craziest things I have ever done in my whole life, ever. Ever! And I say this as a woman who swims in Camps Bay, wears 12 inch heels on cobbled stones and goes to work with sumo wrestlers chilling on her eyelids. (Can you see where this is going...)

Two months ago it seemed like a fairly reasonable thing to do. I mean lots of people do it, so why can’t I? Word to the wise: DO NOT EVER ASK YOURSELF THAT QUESTION. Firstly, because it is not a question you should ever have to ask yourself. Secondly, if you have to ask it to yourself, it means you’re getting into some serious serious trouble! Trust me I know… I’m about neck deep in that trouble right now!

Spandex pants, a rainproof top, well wore takkies and 42.2kms of tar stretching far beyond this Redhead’s capacity to imagine… lies my Sunday morning! Seriously Peeps, did no-one think to inform me that this was NOT SANE!

Well, wish me luck (or the ability to grow wings, that seems more plausible at this stage) and join me hobbling my way to champagne heaven on Sunday!