I'm Still alive

I'm still alive!!!

25km downstream from Katima Mulilo on the Zambezi.
If anybody else has survived join us.

It's Here!

So here it is, D Day, the end of the world and the start of my quest to be the greatest.

I'm sitting in my office, bags packed and escape route sorted, going over my check list.

My hearts racing and my eyes are watering from nerves.

It's a good nervous though.

I'm not to sure what I am waiting for? Are huge balls of flame going to be falling from the sky? A massive cannon going off or do we just start beating the crap out of each other as we please?

So my training should pay off. All the early mornings and stiff joints have led me to today.

Thanks to all of you for the support in my training and the good wishes for today.

To all the guy out there, sorry you can't all be an Alpha Male like me. Haha :)

So this is my last blog post, until I win the Hunger Games or if I don't it's my last ever.

Happy Festive Season all, It was fun writing about my training and who knows, if we still here next year I might find some random crap to write about.

If you see me in the street watch out, the games might have started and I might have to kill you :)

X Box Showdown Time

Right, so over BBM Andy and I are now friends. Thats fantastic because with all this rain I could do with some paddling lessons.

I'll keep that alliance strong as it could come in handy soon.

I haven't been sleeping well lately. We have a cat minus a nose at home. We call him Voldemort from time to time. Voldemort tries to cuddle your face at night which if you are asleep is ok, but with no nose he sneezes a lot. His lack of a nose acts as a free flow and you tend to wake up full of cat snollies.

He's too old to lob off the bed so you just push him down the bed and trap him with your feet. repeat process all night.

Don and Ray are in town. Ray and Sadie have been friends for years and Dons on my shit list. Don came to Durban and beat my beloved Sharks in the Final of the Currie cup. Tonight I will take him down at X Box.

I believe my end of the world preparations are going well. I have seen people stocking up on Baked Beans and other foods that last. 

I have been fiddling with my air rifle instead. To hell with eating Baked beans and pasta all day. I'm gonna feast on meat and fish. Be a true wild man.

My bag is packed so the minute I get my Hunger Game call up I am out the door and ready to implement the plan ;) 

Other than that I have no news apart from readying myself for the showdown with Don tonight.

Game on!!

Sorry Andy

So apparently I was mean to Andy yesterday. I was called and disciplined! 

I was mean about Andy.

Andy does not have a Poodle on his head.

I was mean about Andy.

Andy does not have a Poodle on his head.

I was mean about Andy.

Andy does not have a Poodle on his head.

I was mean about Andy.

Andy does not have a Poodle on his head.

I was mean about Andy.

Andy does not have a Poodle on his head.

I was mean about Andy.

Andy does not have a Poodle on his head.

I don't know why I am being so mean lately? I mean I tied a "defenseless" Poodle up and left it in my laundry basket and was horrible to Andy who is a really nice guy.

Thats not the usual me. I'm usually so calm and nice to people.

I think it's my testosterone levels peaking. I'm becoming a manly man. The KFC Boxmaster meal is dedicated to men like me. Men who are not ashamed to drive with a Poodle hanging out the window, Men who feel no shame buying flowers from Kwik Spar at 20h30 because they forgot a birthday.

Sadils is down with the flu, poor girl. She usually is pretty strong. I'm not to worried, with all this testosterone pumping through my veins I'm immune to anything.

:)  

A bit of inspiration and the Dusi champs hair

So I went to Herbs 21st. I wore a loose fitting vest and acted as Lifeguard for the night. My brother was there wearing a strange assortment of clothing. We have decided to never let himself buy his own clothes again.

I had a chat to his house mate with massive hair, like he's got that dam poodle on his head. It's seriously long. He was telling me he is sitting out the Hunger Games to try win the Dusi again. I had a good think about the Dusi while on lifeguard duty.

I don't see it being too hard, they float down stream. It must be like tobogganing for people with biceps. Push off hard and tuck yourself in really tight and enjoy the boat ride, praying you don't contract any diseases.

Maybe after my Hunger Games win I will pioneer real paddling, upstream! 

Rapids must be scary so they'll all thank me for making them run around them.

Flaws of paddling aside people have complained my blog has been neglected. Not true, I have been training in a super secret facility where Windhoek Lager and Draught was the staple diet.

My next training session will be tomorrow morning. My shadow punches are hitting their targets most of the time and my surprise attacks on the Poodle are way more sneaky - Sadie has no idea. 

I'm more motivated than ever.

11 Days, lets keep rolling.

Did Somebody Say Zombies!!

My morning runs have become afternoon runs and my blog writing time is decreasing rapidly as December moves in swiftly. 

The main thing is I am keeping active. 15 Sleeps till the end.

I'm still battling to run a kilometer but truth be told I wasn't an athlete to start off with.

The dam Poodle is keeping me on what is left of my toes. Although we are now apparently friends she still finds time to chew on my toes. 

She'll make a great distraction in the first day or two and then it's gonna be a peaceful rest of Hunger Games - Don't tell Sadie I said that!

Did anybody listen to 5fm this morning? Gareth Cliff reckons it's gonna be a Zombie Apocalypse!!!!

Thats my whole strategy blown out of water. Zombies are like unwanted friends, the minute they see you all their mates pitch up and soon there is no space to move. I need to up my shadow boxing!

I hope all you guys are stock piling your food and digging your bunkers, Tune into SABC # and watch us alpha males take on the Zombie masses.

- Before the world ends we still have Herbs 21st, as mentioned before it's a pool party, I put on my board shorts last night and they tight. Emergency measures need to be taken.

No Motivation.

Man oh man this exercise thing takes it out of you.

Sadie and my Dad tell me it takes two weeks to form a habit, thats Today. For one I am waking up earlier and kinda getting out of bed faster but it's not easy.

I guess I am at the fork in the road. I can give up, hit snooze and carry on with my life and die with the rest. If Bow and arrow chick doesn't kill me my health will. The other road, the road to glory is a much tougher road. On paper people always choose the tougher road, we all know if you carry on on that path your reward is greater so naturally everybody picks it and most fail. I can't fail ,my failure will be public like Justin Biebers relationship with that skinny chick. We all know 14 year olds shouldn't be in relationships tho.

Bieber aside, I need motivation.

To make it harder I just checked my facebook to see how wonderful everybody is making there mundane lives sound and saw an invite to Herbs 21st. It's a pool party theme, yip, that means i need to take my shirt off and the last time I did that Kingsmead cricket ground gave me the contract to be their side screen for the year.

Life's not easy being a warrior in training. Somebodies got to do it and I guess it's me.

Monday, Bloody Mondays

Wow these Mondays sneak up on you like Michael Jackson at a sleep over.

Bit of a weekend recap.

Got home from work on Saturday afternoon and crashed. All the warrior in me faded, I crashed onto my bed and slept the whole day. These early mornings are not for the feint hearted.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Sadie has decided my warrior nap is now over. She opens the door and unleashes the Poodle. Poodle nibbles my feet and licks my face. She brings me her toy sheep. Apparently we are now friends. I'm going to need all the allies I need. Welcome abroad Poodle.

Rugby and a braai always goes down a treat - enjoyed one of my last braais.

The next day Sadie, Cousin Kath and Nicky did the Capital K. Geez it was cold, we sat on the sideline in the cold rain waiting for the girls to finish. They all finished under 30min which was great.

Frozen we made our way home to be greeted by my new friend, the Poodle. I'm still unsure about this friendship, the fact I can't see her eyes makes me uneasy.

Well here's to a good week, hopefully get some serious training in and pray Sadils doesn't kick my butt.

Some Time Off

Today is a very important day. Before I met Sadie beer was the love of my life and today I'm getting to bottle my first batch of home brew. If all goes well it should be ok to drink as we watch the fireball coming down to smash us into bits and pieces, or if all goes to plan for you all to watch us alpha males being chosen to represent.

So anyways, Sadie the energiser bunny (she's started singing eye of the tiger to motivate me when we run together) went swimming with Cousin Kath, Nicky and Kelly at 5am this morning. Sadie being Sadie entered the Capital K (1km swim) with no training. As the race is on Sunday she started today (Friday).

Cousin Kath and I are the only kids I know who have a confirmed sighting of the Easter Bunny, right outside my Grans window. That fellow was either in a hurry when we saw him or had a couple of beers with the folks cos dam those eggs where all over the place.

As far as I know we are the only people who have seen the Easter Bunny or tried to set a trap for Father Christmas.

This cunning is something that could be helpful in the near future. Cousin Kath, you are on speed dial.

Recovery (mentally)

Feeling Crap today, Poodles getting boring. She just watches me get up and dressed with her one eye open then goes back to sleep.

Had no energy on the road or drive after my butt whipping yesterday. I think I was very over confident thinking I would be a warrior in just under two months. Maybe my skills lie in craft. I'll need to imitate a sneaky Puff Adder. Now thats my game, chill in the sun and as anything walks past unleash the fury.

Hell ye, thats more like it. Maybe hide in trees and as a competitor walks underneath I drop down unleashing my inner SnowBeast!! Thats it, the warrior gene is kicking in, I am a weapon. I walk a little faster, I'm back to shadow boxing and even throw in a kick which disrupts the whole walking process and I end up stumbling. Easy tiger, baby steps.

I round that last corner and sprint home. I might not be the fittest warrior but I am the most determined.

I got owned, by my chick!!

I would have liked to have started my entry by saying I went for a run with Mike and Sadie, but the best way to describe it is I started with them.

Their warm up was short then it was running time, pretty brisk but I kept up, followed by a short rest and another burst. My knees started hurting but I kept up, stuff that if a chick beats me. Especially my chick!! Quick rest and another burst. This is starting to get ridiculous, I'm now tasting blood and a bit of this mornings All Bran. I fall back a bit. When Sadie asks if I'm ok I pretend I'm stretching. In actual fact I'm trying to re-swallow breakfast and any body organ thats popped up to say hi. 

Yinna! I thought I was a weapon, I'm a bloody water pistol!

All this X-box and take out has killed my body, I really should have looked after myself before the end of the world.

Tears aside this gets me more determined to kill the flab. 

I soldier on, thinking of what foods I need to cut out of my day. I don't eat badly in truth, but when I do eat I eat a crapload.

When I get home they all playing with the Poodle, I remember her Billy shower from yesterday and it cheers me up a bit :)

O ja, my boets gonna help me a bit with my eating.

Have a look at his blog, he's super serious with his cycling.

www.hiltonfrost.blogspot.com

First Day of a New Week

Mondays suck, no matter what angle you look at it, but being short of time I'm greatful for another days training.

I wake up pretty easily, the poodles now sleeping on Sadie's side of the bed. It watches me with one eye as I stumble out of bed. You learning fast Poodle my friend, sleep with one eye open. I am becoming a weapon.

As I'm leaving the property I reckon I'd really look cool if I hooked the dogs up and took them with. Back into the house I go to look for their leads. I hook the Billy and the Poodle up who both look confused. The only time they go on their leads is when they have their hair cut, this is way too early.

Off we go.

I thought I'd start them off on a walk then we slowly start jogging. STUFF THAT! Billy, a springer spaniel has only one speed, full speed.  Feeling my shoulders starting to pull out of their sockets I pull on the reins and try bring him back. He's having none of that. Instead of my nice little warm up I am being towed by a Spaniel on the loose with a mad yapping Poodle whose happy as all hell although she keeps getting flattened by Billy's excitement.

In 100m we have visited 4 tree's, 2 light posts and the poodles been caught in the cross spray. Thats it, I put my grumpy face on and tug the two back. Billy, now 2 liters lighter marches back with a huge smile while the Poodle is looking like a wet mop. I can see more lines coming my way.

I'm starting to run a bit further and wobble less.

I've been told to lose weight you need to eat less.

Right now I hate my life, smaller portion sizes and eat rabbit food, sis! 

O, and to top it off Chicken isn't considered a vegtable!!

Sorry Poodle

For every action there is an equal or GREATER reaction. I consider myself shat on.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

I will never tie the poodle up again.

A wash basket is not a place for a poodle.

Not Feeling very Warriorish today, I slept in and had potato salad for lunch.

Sadies done a good job of cheering me up, we going to an acrobatic display in Durban on Saturday night.

I might learn some maneuvers that will save my Lilly white ass in next months Hunger Games.

Cheers.  

Poodle Learns a Lesson

04:10 The poodle is securely tied up, sock in its mouth and in the laundry basket.

04.35 Alarm goes off peacefully, I wiggle whats left of my toes and doze off peacefully, it's raining outside. Some days you are the statue and some days you are the bird, today Poodle my friend, you are the statue.

I wake up with the reality dawning on me, there isn't time to snooze, the end of the world is near.

Off I go in the rain, like a real man.

I'm starting to love the cool mornings. It would have been a wonderful sport to do if the world wasn't ending so soon. I would use it to clear my mind and plan my day but I've left it to late. Instead I focus my mind on becoming the ultimate warrior, the best I can be.

I run around the last corner air punching and feeling great, this exercise thing rocks!! I Shaved two minutes off my personal best. down to 26 minutes.

12:00 Sadie phones in hysterics, she cant find her Poodle anywhere! O SHIT

The Day After Yesterday

Was supposed to have a post up today, I was too stuffed. This 4.30am crap has got to stop! "Hunger Games glory Bruce, Hunger Games glory!" 

You guessed it, the dam poodle is attacking my toes, AGAIN!!!

So dressed and ready in no time and off I go down the road, the quiet morning spoilt by that dam poodle yap yapping at any poor insect that happens to fly by.  

Back to my run/wobble/walk, fake punching when there are no cars in sight, feeling invincible singing "eye of the tiger" to pump myself up. I am a warrior not a bard, I shut up, I run hard - in tune to my whining knees. 

I'm managing to run a little more than I did yesterday, the progress is encouraging but not good enough. I need to beat bow and arrow chick at the Hunger Games.

1 Month and 10 days till the end of the world. I need a miracle.

In the beginning towards the end.

Yoh, I started this blog in 2009 intending on documenting my road to glory and here I am, November 2012, a month before the end of the world making a last ditch effort to get fit.

Really, I've procrastinated for three years so why am I starting to get fit a month before I am floored by a massive comet NASA has secretly known about for decades. I have no answer to that question, maybe its natural selection and all us Alpha males are getting the secret vibes that the world is going "Hunger Games" on us. Getting us chosen ones ready to rock or is it because I'm over this stomach getting in the way, I dunno but I feel the calling.

4.35am My House.

Girlfriends alarm goes off, poodle shits its self and goes into attack mode on my feet, the circus has woken up.

I must be sleep walking again, my eye lids feel super glued together and in the distance I hear Sadie's voice, "Babe, you need to get up, you going running" 

The Hunger Games goes through my mind, no ways I'm letting a chick with bow and arrow skills whip my ass, I'm to manly for that.

Managed to get dressed and out the house with no hassle except the bloody Toy Poodle biting at my feet.

Out on the open road, gave it a good hard effort for the first couple of hundred meters and was so suprised that I was coping, once my legs where warmish I tried a little jog - GREAT SUCCESS, I CAN DO IT- admittedly my knees screamed for mercy as 95kg's came crashing down on them in every step but pain is temporary and Hunger Games glory is forever!

3.1km's done, 28 minutes - Fantastic.

Poodle was waiting for me at the gate yapping as if to say too slow boet, whatever Poodle, one month and it's Hunger Games time.

-Frosti