What’s my niche?

Websites and other blogs when giving advise to new bloggers will say find a niche. I have never had a niche and I am too undecided to pick one. I like too many things and it’s not easy for me to split focus.

I’m a runner. I have about 10 half marathons under my belt and training again for another one. So, yeah sure, I can dedicate this blog to my running journey, running tips and programs, nutrition, sneaker and gadget reviews, etc.

I’m also slowly resurrecting practicing yoga more often. So there’s that. I mean I am now on attempt 78354654 of completing my 30 day yoga challenge. This ones gonna stick for sure, (fingers crossed) right? I’m still working that tree pose.

I like to travel, not as often as I would like, but there’s another option. A travel blogger, that’s another option. Although the ZAR exchange rate does not always make international travel attainable all the time and sometimes local travel can be just as expensive especially big ticket items such as safari game drives and the blue train.

2018 was journey of healing, introspection and body positivity; I rediscovered poetry as well as my love for writing. And so the list goes on. So this blog has always been a mish-mash, hodge-podge mess of a quilt but I like that about it. I started this for me. It was never to grow a large enough audience in order for me make a living as an influencer. Would it be great if I could make money off my blog. Hell yes!

I spent half of last year working on my first book poetry Lost and Found (again) which is now available on Amazon amzn.to/2CSRihV. I have started working on a novel so for 2019 I will focus more on my writing, chronicle it here, share bits of poetry from my book and maybe even parts of my novel.



Yoga Challenge Update

So I have semi-consistent with my yoga (no surprises there, haha!) but instead of berating myself I have opted to be kind and gentle to myself.  The old me would have sent me on a guilt trip; but the new me is happy that I manage to do yoga 2-3 times a week. Instead of wanting to perfect every single posture I have decided to focus on one posture (The Tree) in my entire workout that I would like to work and improve on. I find the symbolism of the tree with its strong and stable roots and the ability to still grow and bear new leaves and flowers appeals to me. Like a tree, I am a constant work in progress and I can already see and feel major improvements in this posture from when I started a month ago.

I can finally run a distance of 5km which is a step up from 2km. I will introduce some hill training this week and I will attempt an easy flat race this weekend, my first since beginning August. I am quite excited to be back on the road, running doubles as therapy so not being able to run as affected my mood as well. Almost feeling human again and just happy to feel healthy and well enough to get in a little bit of exercise most days.

Can’t Run – Now What!?

My health has taken a massive hit these past few months which means I have not been able to run or train. I have finally come off the high and success of my Two Oceans half marathon and the last time I ran was 9th August for the Total Sports 10km women’s race.  In July I first battled a cold and then the flu. Then I picked up a bacterial infection in my respiratory tract. This coupled with my asthma and recently diagnosed hay-fever meant that I have pretty much been down and out. Two months later I am finally on the mend, but I have missed my exercises. Unfortunately I get breathless if I walk a flight of stairs or even by talking too much or too fast.

At wits end I have decided to take up a 30 day yoga challenge to get my body ready for running again. The DVD that I have is called The Gift of Yoga and it is fairly slow moving and not too rigorous, that being said it is still a challenging enough to get the heart rate up.

I have listed all the postures at the end of the blog and I will go into some detail over the next couple of posts.  Monday was Day 1 and I think I didn’t do too badly. Couple of creaks here and there but I didn’t break anything. The Sun Salutation sequence needs to be done three times but I only did it once (right side and left side) because it really pushed up my heart rate and I was seriously out of breathe after the first sequence. I am hopeful that by the end of the first week I will be able to do the sequence three times. Also I don’t know all the official yoga names only the English versions thereof but I do love how powerful (Warrior), graceful (Dancer), playful (Extended Puppy) and ridiculously silly (Happy Baby) they sound. Hands down corpse is my favourite, which goes without saying because it requires to nothing but lie down and relax. As for running I’ll stick to short easy walks, I did a nice easy 2km trail walk yesterday and the fresh air did me a world of good.

The postures in the workout are as follows:

  1. Mountain
  2. Arm and Shoulder Warm Up
  3. Butterfly Hands
  4. Spinal Warming
  5. Head Tilt/Neck Stretch
  6. Lateral Stretch
  7. Standing Gentle Spinal Twist
  8. Elephant
  9. Standing forward Bend
  10. Spinal Rolls
  11. Standing Cat
  12. Standing Chest Opener
  13. Sun Salutation (Mountain, Volcano, Forward bend, Lunge, Downward Dog, Plank, Upward Facing Dog, Downward Dog, lunge, Volcano and Mountain)
  14. Extended Warrior
  15. Warrior 2
  16. Dancing Warrior
  17. Toes/Hell Combo
  18. Triangle
  19. Tree
  20. Eagle
  21. Dancer
  22. Locust
  23. Half Bow
  24. Bow
  25. Extended Puppy
  26. Upward Facing Dog
  27. Half Bridge
  28. Dynamic Half Bridge
  29. Happy Baby
  30. Seated Forward Bend
  31. Seated Spinal Twist
  32. Rolling Spinal Twist
  33. Full Spinal Twist
  34. Corpse and Relaxation

This may seem like quite a lot of postures but honestly most of them are quick and relaxing. The whole workout takes about 45 minutes.

*Disclaimer – I am no expert in running or yoga. I am simply a girl trying her best to do both and stay active and healthy.

The Journey to Two Oceans Marathon 2018

or in my case the 21.1km half marathon because at this stage running the 56km Ultra is still a little beyond me. At the time unbeknownst to me this journey started a year ago. On the 23rd of March 2017 in an effort to get fit and lose some weight I decided to join the local running club in my neighbourhood.  The running club also happens to have a walking group, so that’s what I did, I joined the walking group. I am no stranger to walking, I mean I have done the Discovery 30km big walk more than once. So walking, yeah, walking I can do.

The first few weeks of walking went well, well enough that someone suggested I join the beginners running group. The first night that I hesitantly ventured along with the beginners running group I barely made it to one km before gasping for air, my chest was tight and on fire and I could not stop thinking that this is impossible. I can’t run. What was I thinking? Luckily this was the beginners group so there were walking breaks and lots of words of encouragement from the coach and the rest of the group. Week after week the running became easier, it is indeed true what they say, consistency is key to success.  Pretty soon I entered my first 5km race which I managed to finish in 45 minutes. This is slow, I mean some runners can finish a 5km in 15 minutes, but nonetheless this was an achievement for me. I focused on improving my time, I did ParkRun whenever I could and right now I can run 5km in 35 minutes. I started thinking maybe just maybe I could do a 10km race. So that’s what I did, I signed up and did a 10km race. It took me an hour and a half and whole lot of mental strength to get me over the finish line. I stuck with my 10km races because I was comfortable with it; quite happy not to run further than that.

A few months after joining the club distinctly recall one of the coaches telling us that soon we will be training for the Old Mutual Two Oceans Marathon 2018 (the 21km half marathon) affectionately known as OMTOM. The entire time she is telling us that we will run a half marathon I kept thinking to myself that this woman is crazy. Bat shit bananas crazy. Look lady, ain’t no way that this body of mine is completing a 21km race and within a cut off time to boot. It is just not happening. I scoffed, laughed and shook my head, all internally of course. But then fate stepped in and I was assigned a new coach. All of a sudden this impossible task seemed like something that could  very much become a reality. However it will require months of sacrifice, training and too many mornings of getting up at 4am to train in the dark and cold empty streets of Cape Town.

I ran my first 21km in July 2017 in Atlantis. It took me 3 hours and 7 minutes to complete. It was gruelling. Even after weeks of training, my coach setting the pace and being there every step of the way it took determination and grit to finish. The mind is a funny thing. It whispers quietly to you that you cannot do this thing. You need to find that voice from within. The voice that will shout back and say “I am capable of a greatness you cannot possibly fathom”. You have to learn to push on through the pain and there was an abundance of pain on that day. When I got to the 19km mark I was certain that my legs would not carry me further but I kept telling myself that all I have to is put one foot in front of the other. I burst into tears when I crossed that finish line, so overcome by emotion, in shock that I actually ran 21km. Me! I ran 21.1km to be exact!

There was no looking back after that. The crazy thing is, the entire time a runner trains or runs a race we keep asking ourselves the same questions over and over. Why do we do this to ourselves? We tell ourselves this sucks, it’s too hard, it’s too painful, and I’m never ever doing this again. But the minute we are finished we are ready to sign up for the next one. We are always chasing the next runner’s high. After my first 21km race I was officially addicted. I signed up for as many 10km and 21km races that I possibly could. Weekends were now dedicated to long run training sessions usually nothing less than 22km or 3 hours. The evening sessions were mostly hill training and running suicides. It was hard work but I never lost sight of the end goal and that was to complete the Two Oceans half marathon.


Before I knew it the day was upon me. I felt ready. I have done seven 21km races before OMTOM so I knew I could do this. A year after starting this running journey I was at the starting line in Newlands on Saturday 31st March 2018. I was excited, nervous and anxious to get going. The excitement at the start line was palpable. Hearing and singing along to the national anthem was a moving experience. The countdown begins, the gun goes off and I start running. A friend and I managed to secure D seeding which means we got an earlier start and would not be running with the rest of our running group.  We stuck together, motivating and pushing each other along when we felt we couldn’t go on. Then came the hill. Southern Cross. The hill that everyone warns you about or maybe they just try to scare us first timers. Our coach told us that this 3km hill starts after the 10km mark so we had to make sure that we didn’t tire ourselves out before then but we still had to make good time. He said a walk/run strategy work best. So that was the plan, however when we got to the hill we felt strong, strong enough to run the entire hill. All those weeks of hill training finally paid off. At Top Gate, the 15km mark it was all downhill from there. I don’t mean downhill in a bad way. I mean after a constant steady climb I had 3km of downhill to run which was a relief. I had to make it to the bottom of the hill and not miss the 18km mark cut off time. Thankfully I made it to 18km with time to spare and after that I cruised through the last 3km (well not cruised per se because there were some tough moments in that last 3km). But with steady stream of supporters along the road I made it all the way to the finish line.  A goal achieved. I can hear the tick being made on the bucket list. I put my medal around my neck. I shed a tear. I smiled. I did it.



Is this thing still on?

So yeah, I guess it’s been a while. What have I been up to you may be wondering or not! In the past two years since my last post I have been unemployed, self-employed and then finally employed at South Africa’s largest conservation non-profit organisation.

I also managed to finish my Bachelor of Arts in Communication Sciences (I graduate June this year!) and got a promotion at work. So it seems like things are looking up. Despite all the hard work paying off and some good fortune that has come my way things are not always perfect, I still have my ups and downs. Adulting is hard. Peopling is hard. It also seems that slang has made it’s way into my vocabulary and that’s okay, the English language is nothing but a constant flux of change.

I guess the biggest achievement and accomplishment in my life is that I have taken up running and somehow managed to stick to it. I joined a neighbourhood running club which keeps me pretty much disciplined and accountable even on my laziest of days. More on the running in a later post. This one was just to get me started and whet my appetite.

Until next time!


Rollercoasters and forks

2015 has been my most eventful year emotionally. Before this year, I thought I have been tested to my capacity but oh boy was I wrong. I don’t even really think there is a way for me to recap this year and I do not think that my words would be able to do it justice. So much has happened.

When last I blogged, I had lost a loved one, been retrenched and taken a customer service agent job at one of the top airlines in the world. I tried to make the best of life as it happened, some days were easier than others. To say that call centre work was not for me would be an understatement, I was just not cut out for that shit. Being called a fucking retard was pretty much just a normal day at the office. Oops, did I say day, I meant night. For some reason I ended up on night shift most of the time which wrecked havoc on my sleeping patterns, health and even my moods. I literally had no life, never saw anyone or went anywhere, all I did was work and sleep. To top things off I became a target for gossip, rumours and was bullied and victimised by the coaches who assisted in training me. Basically modern day mean girls. I could not believe what was happening. It was like being back in high school. Needless to say I did not last long there and gave minutes notice, I walked out of that place and never returned.

Luckily, I was offered a job the very next day. I was back to doing what I knew and loved, buying for an e-commerce company. I was hired as the homeware and appliance buyer for the biggest deal site in South Africa and globally. Alas things were not meant to be, the environment was too target driven and I was constantly threatened that if I did not start to meet targets and earn commission I will be replaced. Not exactly a work environment conducive for performing. I struggled here because throughout my career my focus and way of doing business has always been about building lasting and mutually beneficial relationships with my suppliers. This seems not to have been valued, instead a hard push for deals is all that seemed to matter. Add to the mix a manager who only values money, expects constant family time sacrifice, disregard for ones personal goals or work life balance…oh and swearing, well you’ve got a recipe for disaster. I resigned three months later, I was the fifth person to resign within the three months that I worked there.

So now here I am again, back at square one with zero job prospects. The only good to have come from my time at that job was I met my future business partner. Once we both decided on our own that this was not a culture fit for us, we thought perhaps we could start something of our own. So even though we are both broke and living off our credit cards, we are working hard at building our empire.

I am optimistic about 2016 and even though I have no resolutions for the new year I do have dreams and goals that I am working towards.

Until next time…


The now

So the retrenchment possibility became a reality and I spent my time at home studying for my first semester exams. I have spent the time off looking for work but to no avail. For some reason buyer jobs are not that easy to find. I am either over or under qualified and I have received so many rejection letters from retailers that my skin has thickened considerably.

In the interim I took a call centre job at a well-known airline company and what started out as something promising quickly turned into a nightmare toxic work environment. It quickly became known to me that I was the victim of some nasty rumours and was being bullied by two grown up females. Now I know what you might be thinking, you’re an adult, so are they, just confront them. Unfortunately these are not the type of people you confront. They will see any sort of reasoning as a personal attack. I figured if I ignored them for long enough they would eventually tire and grow bored as all bullies do. Alas no, they just kept at it. Then I did something I have never done in my entire working life, I quit, with immediate effect and walked out same day. I felt free and at peace with my decision.

The next day I awoke and had a freak out, I was unemployed and had bills to pay and I really did not want to lose my car. I love my car. I just got her. I feared separation anxiety. Thankfully I did not have to worry to long because shortly after, I received a call from a company that interviewed me recently and offered me a job as homeware buyer. To say I was relieved would be an understatement. I felt blessed and extremely thankful. My months of stress and anxiety has finally come to an end or at best this is a reprieve from constantly worrying. So new job, new beginnings and I can now focus on getting that degree done now that I have one less thing to worry about.

This post can in no way explain what the year so far as been like. It has been an emotional roller-coaster. Losing my job, being rejected from numerous companies seriously affected my self-esteem and self confidence. I doubted myself too often. Taking a job where I earned way way less than I was used to in order to make ends meet was tough and almost soul-destroying. Especially in an environment I was not used to where professionalism and basic manners seemed to be optional.

I know that I would not have made it through this difficult time without the support of my family and friends and their unwavering faith in me. They have been and will always be my fiercest cheerleaders. Now I look forward to something new. I look forward to proving myself in my new job, because it is something I am good at. I look forward to the next phase in my life.