Mr O is in the house

The other morning on 5fm I heard the American President Barrack Obama will be coming to South Africa for a visit. This makes my heart happy. Wherever Mr Obama goes so does the media. Finally the first world will realise Africa is a massive continent made up of smaller countries that do exist. We will no longer just be "from Africa", we can finally be proudly South African. I can only imagine he'll arrive on Airforce one and will have to land at O.R Tambo like the rest of the world (apart from our friends the Gupta's). Mr Zuma must be excited. I remember the excitement of friends and family coming from a far to stay. They always bought cool gifts. I can just imagine Parliament rubbing their greedy little hands together at the announcement thinking what gifts will the People from the wicked west bring for us Comrades. 

I see Mr Obama as a humble man, he'll probably get the First Lady to bake a humble apple pie to thank Mr Zuma for his hospitality. Once realised that there are no luxury 4x4's, replacement jewellery for Mrs Zuma #2 or even US Dollars, cabinet will go on the rampage. Burning tyres and promising to go on a strike and halting their departments. This doesn't scare a warrior like me, they don't do anything anyway. We'll just have to put up with burning tyres and street dancers like we do any ways. If I had my way I'd have Mr Obama stay in rural areas with no running water or electricity like Hilton or Mpolweni. This way he will see the real South Africa. We not all about riding lions to school and hunting animals for supper. We are a real country. We are a proud nation that just puts up with all the lack of service delivery.

Here's a cool fact, Mr Obama brews his own beer. How cool is that. We have the most powerful man in the world who enjoys a good 'ol brew. That's respect.

As you can see I'm not really in a good mood, complaining like a whiney prat. I think it's the withdrawal symptoms from lack of exercise. I'm busy writing exams so my study time has increased and my running and cycling has decreased. It's almost over tho. Soon I'll be back to being awesome and kicking all of your butts. BOOM. Confidence in motion (Sorry Subaru, I stole your catch phase). 

As of next week Friday this warrior will be in an intense post exam training schedule. Eating like a rabbit and soaring like an eagle. I hate rabbit food but it must be done. Lose a kilo or eight, put some lean muscle on and I'll be back in the running for Hunger Games champ. Bow and arrow chick, you're mine!

Have a great week all :)

Hi guys,
I have to humbly apolagise for a lack of a blog post today.
I have two exams this week and the real world took preference.
I do have  one in the pipe line and will pt it asap.
Follow me on twitter for an update on when it'll be posted ( @snow_beast)
Cheers

Mother Nature you heartless .........

Mother Nature doesn't smaak me at all! Last week I wished I would get properly sick and just get this bug over and done with. Once again mother nature took the challenge by the horns and on my free weekend she hit me with the man flu and to topple that it pissed down with rain. 

I'm not going to blog about me being sick, it never helps to complain. It pushes you backwards if anything.

This has given me the idea I need to get in touch with nature as Mother Nature seems to be a potential ally and a bladdy strong one at that.

I have this sudden urge to pick up my air rifle, fishing rod and a box of matches and head out into the wilderness to fend for myself. Just me and mother nature, chilling together like old tjommies. Hunting and gathering like my forefathers did. Judging by my size my forefathers must have been world champ foragers.

Sadie thinks I'm nuts and wont survive out there. The way I see it we are all entitled to our own opinion, even if it is wrong.

I'm just not keen on the whole toilet thing. After a full day running around doing hunter gatherer things I then have to dig a pit, do my thing then find a waterfall for a shower, jump out build the fire I should have built before my shower, warm up a bit and immediately smell like a smoked sausage. Yoh, I'm thinking twice about this whole outdoors thing. Maybe just be an indoor bunny hugger. Jol Xbox and when the time comes I'm gonna join the bunch of hypocrites waving slogans around like "SAVE THE TREES" printed on cardboard. For those who don't know card board is made from trees. Yip, never thought of that did you? I don't wanna listen to the whole sacrifice one tree to save the rest junk. When Hunger Games start I'm gonna sacrifice their lilly white asses if they feel so strongly about it.

Sadils impressed me the other day. While I was feeling sorry for myself she came home late from work and pounded out a 30min sesh on the treadmill. She's now leading from the front with the fitness thing. I need to follow.

I kinda, mighta told the lady who measured me up (only jacket size, I promise) I was a whole pants size smaller for Mandy and Daves wedding. The idea here is to motivate me to lose the extra pants size and keep on my quest to be fit and funky. This won't be hard when Sadie gets into it. She'll kick my ass and drag me up and down mountains.

So another week of inactivity and I'm feeling terrible. I can't wait to run and ride agai. I reckon it's gonna be a difficult start, but non the less I'm going at this next week like a bull in Pampelona. 

Winter is coming

Wow, two weeks ago I complained it was cold. I'm gonna shuddup now, cos Winter took that as a personal challenge and I came off second best. As much as I am a Warrior I don't think I am ready to take on mother nature (you need a chainsaw certificate to hire or buy one.).

I'm enjoying my weekend rides more and more. My bum hurts less and it's good to just detune yourself from the world and chill. I do find that riding alone you tend to zone out in thought and before you know it you are zoning out and staring at passing butterflies, zapping them with my secret warrior powers....

Week day rides are not working any more with there being no light and not having ice tyres for the early mornings but the run/walks are good fun. My performance has dropped, I noticed I had less energy and less oomph the other day and shortly after I came down with a horrific post nasal drip. It feels like liquid razor blades are having a slip and slide sesh in the back of my throat. I just wish I'd get properly man down sick,get a day off to sleep it off and not have to worry about these silly little bugs I keep getting.

On the positive side I still have family, friends and a bloody Poodle thats nuts.

I don't understand a dogs logic tho. 

Thombi and I have started playing fetch. I throw her toy. She chases it. She pounces on it. Picks it up in her mouth, shakes the crap out of it then brings it back to me. To me it's great as I don't have to move from where I am and the bloody thing is getting exercise. Now put yourself in the dogs head. Your warrior hero who you adore and think is the bomb throws your favourite toy away from you. You run to fetch your toy. You play with it a little then worry what the amazing warrior is going to do if you don't return it. You return it nicely and the ass throws it again. If the Poodle had a third braincell she would realise her hero is a bully. 

Back to the cycling thing. In my quest to complete the hill2hill I watched some youtube clips and I'm in shit. I forgot about the technical side. I'm just focusing on the fitness. You can be as fit as a fiddle but if you end up going ass over kettle and break your arm you are not gonna finish. I had a chat to Hilt and he offers skills clinics so I'm booked in.

It makes sense to have somebody who does this day in and day out giving me tips, reminding me how to pick lines, bike setup and answers to all the other fiddly questions I have.

If anybody is keen to ride in the PMB area over the weekends it'll be great to join up if you also in the beginner stage and wanting to get going fast :) if I zap another butterfly mother nature will kick my ass!

frostbruce(at)rocketmail.com

Cheers

LINK TO SKILLS CLINICS 

Ghost hunting and a lack of motivation

So things have been a bit spooky at home recently.

Three mornings in a row Charmaine has walked through into the sewing room and found the grandfather clocks pendulums taken out the cabinet and leant against the clock itself. There's also a funny duck Sadie won that keeps getting moved to underneath the clock. My first thought was one of us are sleepwalking. It's impossible, the room in question is part of the house that gets alarmed every night. This got me thinking about the girl I thought I saw two months ago. I saw a girl that looked like Sadie walk past me while I was studying in the dining room. The girl was walking towards the front door to go outside. I followed "Sadie" to ask her where's she going and as I turned the corner the gate was locked and Sadie was in her room. I put it down to me being mad as hell.

This has got me doubting, maybe I'm not nuts. Maybe I'm actually normal like the rest of the herd. No man, I'm a warrior, I'm above normal - Do Not Get That Wrong!

So now we have something in the house we not sure of. I usually sleep with a tazer and pepper spray next to my bed just in case Hunger Games starts while I'm sleeping. Bow and arrow chick wont see shit with a face full of mace and a couple thousand volts pulsing through her skinny un-warriorish body.

I've increased my arsenal to a tazer, pepper spray and my cars vacuum cleaner just in case our unwanted visitor decides to test my warrior skills. One bad move and the visitor will find herself being sucked up and stored in my hand held vacuum cleaner until further notice.

I now believe I am not only a warrior and a weapon but also a Ghostbuster. 

Now days with absolutely no experience apart from a bit of reading and an exam or three you can be whatever you want. Walk into the working world with a degree and a pencil and you are an accountant. ( I say this while I am studying via UNISA, can you say hypocrite)

I own a vacuum and I watched Paranormal Activities therefore I am now a qualified Ghost buster.

I have lacked motivation a bit recently and have just been doing exercise just because I have to and been putting minimal effort in. I'm taking a day or two off to want to run and ride again. Pointless doing something if you are not going for it wholeheartedly. The colder it's getting the cuddlier Poodle is getting. It's worrying, it really doesn't look manly when we have visitors and the rat comes and jumps on my lap to get warm. Stupid thing. I think she's just matey matey because we took her to Karkloof falls on Sunday after going to the market with Nicky and Husky. The silly thing had a ball chasing sticks and running around like a Poodle possessed.

Well done to Brandon Orpwood for winning u18 SA Champs for slalom kayaking (I hope I got it right, its the kayaking where they go through gates up and down stream). He now will be going to Czechoslovakia to represent at Worlds. Nice one Orpie!

You'll notice a "Cool Links" tab next to "Who's Who". Soon it will be brimming with cool blogs, websites and anything else I find interesting. I did say it will happen soon, I am a male, soon is any time from now till next week.

 

 

 

 

Manflu, the poodle and the parrot

So winters on its way. Days are shorter, nighties are getting longer and it's bladdy cold! 

Coupled with the depressing weather I seem to be on the verge of man flu. To those who have never experienced man flu, stay away. It's like death warmed up. You feel fuzzy and nauseous and literally couldn't give a shit about anything else but telling anybody within earshot how terrible you feel. They say it's worse for those who are around the man flu victim. 

I'm worried I get a full dose of man flu. Can you imagine this deadly warrior grumpy as all hell. 

The good thing is I don't have full blown man flu. I'm just tired and grumpy. This kills your exercise routine, you end up not being motivated at all to go and when you do go you have nothing to give so you just vasbyt and get it over with and feel smashed afterwards. This is not fun! 

Poodle has made a 100% recovery and is full of beans as usual. Her morning routine is to be let out of the little girls room, have a wee, wait at the front door and sprint into the house jumping on all beds or furniture to show her humans she is back and recharged for the day. If I'm still in bed she will jump up, have a quick nibble of my feet and try cuddle up for a quick nap. Day after her fit she storms into the house whilst I'm still in bed. I pull my toes safely out of harms way and tuck them into the duvet. Poodle rushes into the room, two leaps and she is on the bed and straight for the toes. "Too slow Poodle my friend" I think with my eyes closed half in dream land. A second later she is on my shoulder licking my face and defleaing my head. I give the rat credit, she makes a plan!

The Parrot attacked me on Monday, latched his stupid beak onto my hoodie while I was in the cupboard next to his cage.  Haven been bitten beforehand I paniced and swung around so bloody fast it sent him flying across the room. I wasn't to bleak with the parrot, he's obviously learnt from the warrior himself so well done boy! What I was bleak about is in all the commotion of me screaming (my manly warcry) and the parrots skwaaks nobody came running through. They all sat in the lounge laughing at the commotion they could hear. Least my fish still love me.

So this next weeks goal is to kick the sickness and carry on with a smile. 

It's my Dads birthday on Sunday so Happy Birthday Pops!!!

Cycling rant, Simbas snotter and Poodles fit

Sunday I went for a ride. I had to go through town before I got out onto the dirt road. 

I hear cyclists constantly complain about how cars and especially taxis treat them. I had no such problem. I even had one taxi slow down behind me and coasted while I rode across a taxi pick up point. Once his passengers where loaded and he had caught up with me he pulled right over and overtook me in the next lane.

I kept my wheel on or in the yellow line and indicated where I wanted to go. I had a pleasant road riding experience.

On the flipside of the coin I also drive a car. I am constantly in the red watching cyclists tide two or three abreast or just turning as they feel. Some will ride in the middle of the road at 30km/h and expect cars to wait for a gap to overtake.

I think life would be great if we could put all the aggressive cyclists and motorists into a wrestling ring with chairs and ladders and let them have it. Once cyclists and motorists put their arrogance aside and learn to respect the other as a road user too we'll see a lot less road deaths and also life will be pretty bloody pleasant.

 

Thats my moan for the week done.

Good news is my Dad gave me a new pair of cycling shoes for my hill2hill quest. These are bloody snazzy things. They Shimano's, black and red and have velcro and a ratchet type doer upper. I have never known comfort like these shoes. So now no excuses.

Sundays training ride went off without a hitch. I had a good time out and worked on my form. Thinking of little circles as I moved my feet round the pedals. My bum is becoming more accustomed to sitting on a piece of plastic covered in a small layer of foam. In short I am once again becoming a warrior.

My friend the Poodle is still nuts. She is banished from sleeping in the house as she has a leaky valve at night and I spend my mornings looking for spots of wee. I must admit the first night was glorious. I spread out and just slept. No feet chewing no jumping on and off the bed. Just me and my sweet dreams.

I have a new problem though. Voldemort the cat. Now his real name is Simba, but due to cancer he had his nose amputated. He now has a gap on his face. This means more dirt in the nose and more sneezing, without the nose its a drag racers dream, it's free flow baby.

As it's getting cold he now has taken to sleeping on our bed and when I say on our bed I mean on our pillow. I'm slightly allergic to cats so I now wake up in one of two ways. Either full of cat hair and itchy as hell or wet from a free flow Voldemort sneeze. Everybody loves him so I'll feel bad if I "misplace" him. Voldemort stays and my sleep continues to suffer.

Yesterday Charmaine and Mike get back from a run in which they took the Poodle. I now refuse. The bloody thing runs left to right and barks at any dog jumping against its harness rearing like a stallion although only a foot tall. Perfect position for a rugby kick ;).

Everybody gets home and all well, the dogs are drinking water and I'm doing my soduko on the loo when I hear. "Thombi, Thombi. Thombi's having a fit." I bolt out of there to see Thombi's front dipped and she's on the ground shaking in a weird position. Sadie who was about to climb into the shower come rushing through in whatever clothes she can find fastest and on Mikes orders we put her in the bath and cover her in cold water trying to cool her down. Thombi carries on shaking as we call the vet. Still shaking she gets packaged up in a towel and raced through to the vet. Mr vet says she has had a fit bought on by the heat. I will admit this and admit this once. Poodle, I was ever so teensy weensily worried about your health and in hind sight I should have siezed the day and thrown the washing in with you in the bath tub.

Now you ok it's game on!

Cheers,

Bruce

On a side note. I have been terribly erratic on posting here, spending time on my UNISA studies. I am now comitting to a new post every Wednesday and will be up at 14h00 CAT time.

Hi five for dedication.

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