Flashing speedo's and Riding Rasta's

Lately I've been swimming in the early mornings with Sadie, Kelly and her family and running in the evenings and this has left me broken. I guess it's the price you pay to be a killer athlete or even to survive the mile.

My first swim I managed 400m, this scared me. I don't even think there are life guards that soon in to the mile.

I have got myself up to a Kay which is great as I'm improving fast, but thats most probably the deepest part of the dam and no lifeguard will want to follow me that far down. This sparked an idea! I bought a red flashy light for my bike saddle but when it was in the post my bike got stolen (thats a whole new story). So, this light has a clip and that clip is going to be attached to my swimming apparel ( I say apparel as I don't yet know what I am wearing). The idea is no matter how deep I go somebody will know I'm there. So when you see a large white swimmer with a flashy ass on the start line it's not a glowworm, its me!

Wait, bad idea! While writing this I figured a flashing red light on my bottom could be sending out an invitation I don't want.

Now to the bike.

October last year, three days before my birthday we fell victim to an affirmative shopping spree and off went my (truth be told, my moms) GT i-drive.

Fast forward three months and I was driving home from work and I see a Rasta riding MY BIKE across the road in front of me. What are the chances!!

I immediately lost my nut and went red. I screamed across the road and chased him in my car. When he moved onto the pavement I parked alley dock style in a parallel parking bay and ran after the chap.

When I got close I screamed "THATS MY BIKE, STOP"

Oblivious to the high speed chase the Rasta turned around and must have thought, "Calm down whiteboy, theres no need cause a commotion.". The unaware criminal had his saddle lifted and turned white when he saw my rage face.

Loooong story cut short and a good couple of visits to the Police later I have my bike back. As my Dad said on twitter, my hunger games training has paid off.

Ironically the week before I gave my Gardner a couple of my cycling shirts. 

Hilts and I went through it and amazingly, apart from a wheel whose bearings need a service and a broken wishbone the bike is in good nick.

This morning while I was driving I remembered I had a dare that was paused due to the theft of my bike.

The dare was to complete the Hill2hill mountainbike race this year.

After the mile I have a lot of training ahead of me.

Will see you all around.

P.S Hilt updated his blog from yesterdays race. 

P.P.S Anybody else blog here? If so post it in a reply.

Now I'm really off.

Dads fishing report

Here's a report written by my dad (Mike Frost) regarding our fishing trip to Namibia.

Sadie and my Mom think it's the best thing since sliced bread.

I'll get the pics up when I think I can handle it.

Enjoy

I have always been led to believe that fishing is a game of skill and sporting ability. If I go fishing with the manne I normally take to looking after (and emptying) the cooler box as I am told you have to know what you are doing. I also realize the dangers of fishing where I have seen these guys on the coast with hooks stuck in fingers (Jean?), lips (Mike?) and even one guy (Vaughan) catching his eyelid. The eyebrow even had the doctors in stitches when Vaughan arrived with a fly in the eye. He thought it was a new punk rocker coming for a check-up. Because of all this danger and lack of skills, I sneak off far away to do my own thing and catch tigerfish. After doing this a few times, I thought I was getting good enough, so I invited my family to go to Kalizo on the Zambezi to catch tigers. My sons, Bruce and Hilton, were up for the challenge as they have caught monsters before. Bruce’s girlfriend Sadie was a novice, so she was given an old rod and reel, just in case a fish felt charitable and it would keep her busy for the 10 days. I didn’t bother taking a rod for Beth because she is a REAL novice and she is very good at handing out refreshments and taking photos.

Chilling out one morning, Bruce casts from the boat and hands Beth the rod to hang on to whilst he fiddles with something, I think the camera or probably checking that Sadie is OK and knows what to do. Suddenly the guide yells to Beth that she has a fish on the line. Beth yells back that she doesn’t know what to do so we all yell in unison to strike. Well, after a few really hard yanks, letting the line go slack and have a rest in between, the fish runs. Now we all know that tigers, given the slightest slack in line get away so we think we can cast and get on with our fishing. To our utter amazement, the fish stayed on the line. Beth, not having ever used a bait caster before didn’t know which way up to hold the reel, or how to reel it in. After MANY yelled instructions she got the idea and actually landed the fish. 4.5kgs!

Well, occasionally the ladies have luck and we knew that us men were going to land bigger ones, just because that is the way it is supposed to happen. I can’t remember the time that passed by, but it must have been a few beers, days, and a couple of tiger teasers, Sadie started pulling them in. Lots of them. Us guys were limited to between 1 and mainly 4.1 kg fish (we are convinced the guide’s scale was jammed on 4.1kgs, next time I am taking my own scale). Whilst we were casting across the river and keeping away from Sadie to give her a sporting chance, she let her line drift around and under the boat. She then pulled in this monster. I think it was about 5kgs, but really, us guys had lost interest by then.

Is it skill or luck?

Beth’s record – 0 casts, 1 fish.

By the way, I am looking for a new sport!

Mike

Trained Poodles and speedos

This bloody poodle has everybody wrapped round it's little paw.
My folks came down this weekend for the dirt fest at Cascades PMB and BOOM the poodle also has them.
It just sits there staring at you tilting it's head at you until you scratch it.

It gets worse!!

I'm not the only trained monkey in the house. I was playing Xbox the other day and I hear Sadie in the kitchen. "Sit, Sit, Sit Thombi. Thombi Sit! Good girl! Wait, wait, wait. Eat it, Thombi, eat it."
This carried on for a couple of minutes until i walked into the kitchen.
Sadils was standing there with a whole bag of doggie treats teaching the Poodle to sit.

The Poodle now sits - ALL THE FRIKKEN TIME!!!! It doesn't walk anymore, it drags itself around the house by its ass looking at every human it passes as if to say where's my treat dammit! It looks ridiculous, like a dog with worms! I'm hesitant to feed it, I don't want dirty bum drag marks all over the bloody carpet!!!

Poodle aside Nicky a friend of ours was chatting to Sadie about forming a Super Tutors Midmar Mile team, they one member short.
That evening I was playing my new Xbox game and Sadils comes and asks me nicely if I would like to partake. Obviously I said yes sounds fun right. Well I forgot about it and now have about a month to train to swim a mile. Swimming is not like running, it's hardcore. Running, if you give up, you give up. You sit on the ground, cry and get over it. In swimming you give up you drown and die fullstop. So this is a serious potentially life threatening problem.

One more thing, do I have to wear a banana hammock? I really don't feel like squeezing my mass into a piece of material smaller than my face.
Now we learn in high school the law displacement. Basically some guy jumped into the bathtub, noticed the water spilt out and realised this was displacement. He then proceeded to run around the house naked shouting eureka. If this where to happen nowadays he'd be committed to a happy home.
I'm worried that if the law of displacement is to take effect by me swimming the mile Howick will get flooded. It's a risk howick will have to take.

Hope you all well :)

That Awkward Moment

That awkward moment when you stick your head out your doomsday bunker and see the birds happily chirping and 103 missed calls from concerned family members and texts with psychologists numbers.
The funny stares one gets trying to return pallets of tinned food back to Checkers.

It could get worse.

Your paranoia and arrogance could have led you to create a blog read by many on your training for a battle that would never happen.

Did i fight in the Hunger Games - No, I ran off to the Zambezi and fished for two weeks.
Do I feel like an ass for claiming the world was going to end - No, I'm awesome and awesome doesn't feel like an ass, EVER.

On a positive note, Sadils bought me a new pair of takkies for christmas for my quest to get fit. It's amazing how much better your knees feel in a good pair of takkies.

So now I have the takkies, a bit of motivation and I just need a goal.
Short term I want to run a minimum of four times a week for the first two months and by the end of the year I want to run a 21km.
Any suggestions? Feel free to leave a comment underneath any post.

Hope you all had a fantabulous festive season.

Frosti

P.S If anybody heard any dirty rumors about Sadie catching a bigger fish than me it was only by 300g!!