PERSONAL BESTS

I had a weekend of personal bests this last weekend. Had my personal best party with Thunder in a long long time. Had my personal best hangover because of Thunder in a seriously long time, and ran my personal best half marathon!

Let’s start with the half marathon, easier to remember and doesn’t have the word jaegermeister in the story, anywhere! It does however involve waking up at 4:30am to don running kit, sun cream and my new little babies that are my Redbull, because they give me wings! Yes, I’m talking about my pink and silver speed racers fondly known to the average human as running shoes! I love those babies. Anyway, up at the crack of sparrows to drive to Somerset West to run. Yes, crazy, I know. Thrilling and fun for the average runner (I’m officially allowed to be called a full blown runner now because I’ve done a marathon, it’s all very exciting), but seriously loopy to the average person! Lourensford Wine Estate here I come. With brand new white running shoes. To run in amongst the Winelands. On gravel and sand. Over water and mud… Can you see where I’m going with this??? My poor little speed racers were so upset their bright lustre was being destroyed with every pounding step that they flew to the finish in order to get home and cleaned! So there you have it, personal best on a trail run because my takkies are vain!

Onto the party… Wow, now there’s a story that involves lots of jaegermeister, zero flat shoes at all and a hellavu lot of bum shaking! It all started with the beach. I know, again… I think I might be addicted. But that’s another story. So I’m on the beach with the GBF and Thunder and we’re musing about the evening’s plans. Beach gets boring and we decide to move the musing to my house where there are lots of bubbles, which always assists in the creative process! 3 bottles of bubbles later and Thunder and I know exactly what we want to do… dance! 1 x call to Rikki’s, 1 x trip to Caprice and 1 x seriously amazing night! Now for all of you who know me, I’m not a Caprice fan. And that’s putting in mildly. But considering which shoes I was wearing and that I was a least a head taller than all the gorgeous blonds in the place, I put my insecurites behind me and toasted them away with many much loved jaegerbombs! Cheers Thunder! One small walk down the strip to St Yves (Old Ignite) and we were bum shaking until we weren’t allowed to bum shake anymore!

Sunday morning and OMG… somebody get us a cream soda, stat!