LUMPY HUMP DAY

I went for a run this morning. It was torture. Not the actual running bit, the bit where I had to actually extricate myself from the warmth and cosines that is my duvet and king-size bed. SuperMom and I decided we would run, last night. We also decided we would sms each other this morning to confirm said arrangement.

SuperMom sms: I can’t get out of bed!
Me sms: Me neither!
(both roll over and try go back to bed... the guilt eats away...)
Me sms: Right I’m up, your turn.
SuperMom sms: I’m up too, see you at the Pool!

Please bare in mind this all happened before the crack of dawn (5:25am), in a drizzly Cape Town winter morning. All clad in my winter running wollies (basically head to toe in thermal garments so that not so much as an ant could find it’s way onto any flesh) I meet SuperMom to find she’s in shorts. Shorts! Seriously! If you never knew why she was called SuperMom before, this is one of the very reasons!

So off we run into the sunrise for our 10km morning warm-up, to realize we’ve only run 8.5kms. Hmph! Hump Day is not going according to plan. On the plus side though, I do have a launch party at the new very chic “Twankey Oyster and Champage Bar” at the Taj Hotel… heaven in a shell and bottle combined!

                                                                        Cheers All!