Having fun

by Maretha Langenhoven

It must be said that as adults we have definitely lost our inner child and with that I mean the ability to have FUN.  We come up with a thousand and one excuses why we can’t do FUN things and with FUN things I don’t mean shopping, watching a movie or walking the dog.

Yesterday I went boogie boarding with Hanno & Christo in Munster during high tide.  At first the inconvenience of the cold water (which wasn’t that cold after all) played a major factor why I postponed this event for nearly a week, the chance that my bathing suit will become undone or expose part of my body was another constant “what-if”.  Then there was the intimidation of the big waves swelling in the back and the paralyzing fear of the unknown.  All of these concerns and fears were forgotten once my head went under the first wave, the perception of safety surrounded me and together Hanno and I swam to the back waiting for the perfect wave that will take us back to the shore.

“kick-kick-kick” I heard him say and the next moment the power of this wave griped me and not so smoothly carried me to shore. WOW! This was a thrilling experience and for a moment I forgot all about remembering to check my bathing suit and you know what, I actually caught myself not giving a damn about it as all I wanted to do was swim back out and experience more FUN.

Regret always comes too late and with a price but as our dear friend Christo says, it’s not a sin, its just not good for you!  So I am letting the regret go and embracing this amazing experience as a lesson learned.

Admiration

by Maretha Langenhoven

I was searching for a quote on “admiration” but could not find one that truly reflects what I feel for Hanno and this project.  Perhaps I mistakenly call it admiration.

It is true that due to unforeseen injury and illness, Hanno was not able to run the entire route from Johannesburg to Pietermaritzburg and he had to make a very difficult decision to at some point call it a day and rather rest and recover to ultimately be ready for Comrades 2014.

This decision you can imagine came with heavy hearts, lots of disappointment, baskets full of frustration and what I admire most of this is that his ego was not too big to make the better decision.  It would have been so much easier to listen to Mr. Ego and out of concern of what others might say or think, continued running/walking and in the end, most likely have compromised what the entire project is about… running Comrades barefoot.

With less than a week to the big Comrades day, we are resting and preparing in the beautiful little town of Munster on the South Coast.  At the hospitality of Miems and Christo de Klerk, we can rest, enjoy sunrise walks on the beach, watch the excitement of their dogs playing in the surf, explore the surrounding areas and somehow prepare for next Sunday.  I for one am constantly busy with anticipation, a bit of anxiety and trying to make sense of the magnitude of next Sunday in my head, perhaps because I cannot imagine how running a marathon such as this is possible let alone barefoot.  I salute every athlete, friend and family member running the Comrades this year or who had done so in the past with great respect.

When “Barefoot Comrades 2014” project conceptualized a year ago, we knew from the start it was not going to be easy but rather frustrating, challenging and painful at times.  We have learned so much from this experience, met so many awesome people and made lifelong friends.  We never thought this project will be so huge as just over 221km has been sponsored and as a result Real Life will be planting vegetable gardens for around 100 schools later this year.

With Comrades kilometers counted, Hanno will have run 245km’s in total for this project.  He did this selflessly and apart from having the fuel and some logistics sponsored he did it with no personal gain as he did not draw a cent or received any income through this project in fact he had gracefully accepted the financial impact it had on our lives as well.

I want to say publicly that I am proud of Hanno.  Not many people in my opinion have what it takes to do a project like this for a greater good, alone with no support (other than myself and our little Marhané), no matter how hard it gets.  Not many people in my opinion have the courage and the determination to do so barefoot.

I am also so grateful for every positive message, every motivational phone call, every person who supported Hanno in any way without judgment and negative criticism as I’ve seen the effect each one had on him…. Thank YOU!!!  It isn’t over yet so please keep it up J

Next updates will be on COMRADES DAY!

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A place to stay: Kestell Hotel and Guesthouse

by Maretha Langenhoven

“Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future” – Corrie Ten Boom

What seemed like just another building in this small town actually turned out to be a real gem filled with character, old world charm and lots of antiques. This hotel has been renovated and the owners did a very good job of preserving the “feel” whilst at the same time giving the property a new lease on life.

Rumours has it that on the opening evening a bit more than a hundred years ago, the second floor burned down and it was then decided not to have a double story building. The original owners are not known, as the deeds cannot be found.

This little hotel and the town (almost the same size) is very central and just a short drive from “Golden Gate” and “Clarens” so we treaded off on a site seeing trip and enjoyed the beautiful mountains and scenery.

While relaxing in the foyer next to the fireplace we met some very interesting people and as you know us, started chatting to Dr. André Kruger, his wife Monica and their daughter Annie from Hoogland Health Hydro. They were travelling with Dave Barr, a remarkable American man who lost both his legs when his Jeep hit a landmine in Angola while Dave was the legendary colonel Jan Breytenbach’s machine gunner. “Dave Barr’s Rough Riders” are touring South Arica on motorcycles raising funds for Cheshire Homes. Annie organised this entire tour. You can follow them at www.chutzpah.org.za.

Lesson learned: “I have learned that the biggest disability any of us may ever face is our own attitudes.” – Jeffery F Walton

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A place to stay: Poelanie’s Guesthouse

by Maretha Langenhoven

“You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world.  But it takes people to make the dream a reality.” – Walt Disney

This is a true reflection of this beautiful place and its people, Neels & Poelanie Craven, who’s dream started with one room in the Guesthouse and now there’s 25 different type of rooms, a wonderful breakfast room, relaxing gardens and the most amazing coffee and gift shop called “Chocolat”.

At “Chocolat” you will find something unique and special around every corner at very reasonable prices.  The cakes, home baked by Poelanie, are all so delicious and you have to try the cappuccino as it is truly remarkable and has a special ingredient, which I will not reveal as it is for you to discover.  J

So much care goes into making every guest feel at home and this is exactly how we felt during our 3-night stay.  The hospitality, friendliness and warm smiles of each team member are commendable.

The rooms are spacious, equipped with a mini-bar fridge and coffee station; the beds are very comfortable and fitted with electric blankets for the cold nights.  There are family rooms and even a donkey family and some other farm animals to keep the kids busy (and me company during a 2am feed).

We made friends! Friends we are looking forward to seeing again.

This is a destination, a place we will visit not only when passing through.

Lesson Learned from Neels & Poelanie:  “As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them” – John F. Kennedy

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A place to stay: Lions Rest

by Maretha Langenhoven

You have to meet Thabu and Ethel Masihleho as well as their lions to truly appreciate Lions Rest.  I have little words really to describe their huge spirits and they waved us off, leaving us with an immense sense of inspiration, respect and hope.

My personal highlight was of course the lions.  The big camp adjacent to the lodge homed the biggest lion & lioness I’ve ever seen, the male had such a presence and in the dead quite of the night while feeding Marhané he kept me company through his constant vocalization. These two lions had two very tiny cubs in a small adjacent camp but to my disappointment they were already feeding themselves.  Thabu explained that they don’t allow cuddling (SAD) but I admire them for this decision, as they want to keep the lions as wild as possible.  3 more lions, about 2 years of age wondered a bigger camp a few hundred meters from the lodge.

Thabu and Ethel joined us for dinner and we had such an awesome evening sharing stories about each other’s journeys, our country’s journey and many more a subject.  The food was superb, so well presented and very tasty.  The chef prepared it in the open kitchen and introduced the food with each serving.

Yet another unforgettable experience with new friends made and most of all filled with hope for our country.

 

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The journey: Day 10 ‘The Testing day’

Today should have been a rest day, the last few should have been running days but sometimes life simply doesn’t go according to plan. An uncomfortable Achilles tendon made walking uncomfortable and running down right unpleasant. After two visits to the doc, Johan Taute, being poked by sharp objects from which I usually steer clear, and rest prescribed and executed, I was ready to hit the road again and follow the doc’s orders to the T.

A rather windy and chilly morning couldn’t keep me from heading out and have a go at running. The first kilometer was spent walking, doc’s orders, followed by some stretching and then onto a slow, very slow jog.

I was pleasantly surprised by the road surface; I could run barefoot without effort. Thus the minimals went into the backpack and I set off to see how far I could get. Running and walking was intermixed and when I finally called Maretha to come and fetch me 11 kilometers lay behind me. I covered another 2 before she reached my and I could get out of the chilly wind into the comfort of our trusty steed.

The run went well enough however it was accompanied by moderate pain and a fair amount of stiffness. Not quite there as hoped. This was soon confirmed when all my muscles cooled down back at Poelanie’s Guesthouse. It seems a little more rest, stretching and meds are at the order of the day.

For the rest I am feeling great and frustrated at not being able to run. The primary objective is still Comrades and rushing the recovery to get back on the road might put this in jeopardy. So for the moment I am biding the time, doing everything I can to get back on the road as soon as possible.

So what ever you do, don’t follow my lead. Stay injury free and on the road and just keep on going.

A place to stay: De Hoek Guesthouse

by Maretha Langenhoven

A belated writing but certainly not a reflection of the hospitality we received from Frankfort (a little town, south of Villiers in the Free State).

On 6 May 2014 we arrived at “De Hoek” guesthouse where we entered a world of beautiful lavender bushes, sprawling passion fruit bushes, calming water features, a fusion of farm and French style décor and most of all a world where we met a warm, friendly and smiling Magda. She is truly an amazing woman as she single handedly ensures that her guests are welcomed, comfortable, feels at home and that they don’t go hungry (dinner and breakfast were simply fantastic) or without their caffeine fix for the day J. She graces this beautiful old renovated house with her flair and it is visible in every aspect of this old charming building and its gardens.

We stayed in the family room and had everything we needed. All rooms have a fridge, coffee station, microwave and let me not forget the extra blankets and the wall mounted heaters that keep the cold nights at bay.

If ever you pass through this small little town in the Free State, be sure to stay at “De Hoek” guesthouse, as it is truly a home away from home.

As you all know Hanno had a painful Achilles tendon and we decided to look up a physiotherapist in Frankfort, this took us to the practice of Johan Taute and made us experience yet another warm, welcoming and generous side of Frankfort. Johan sponsored Hanno for two treatments and was at the same time great company and clearly little Marhané’s favourite person of the trip so far.

As the 7th was voting day we decided to make our mark count and proceeded to the voting station in Frankfort before leaving for Tweeling. We voted nationally and although there was no cue it took us twice as long as it would because strangely we were not allowed to take Marhané in with us so we had to take turns holding her outside.

Lesson learned: its ok to ask, otherwise a yes will never be possible…

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A place to stay: Lekoa Lodge

by Maretha Langenhoven

I guess my “hospitality” background automatically nominated me as the blogger of our accommodation, food & beverage experiences. Trust me, this is not an easy task because I am very service orientated and have the inability to see past the smaller details.

Let me start by saying that I was pleasantly surprised by Lekoa Lodge. They were the first place to return my e-mail and sponsor our stay for our first night away from home on 5 May 2014.

Leaving Hanno behind on the N3 somewhere between Heidelberg & Villiers, I decided to go ahead, find the lodge, check in, feed Marhané and relax a bit. The GPS co-ordinates took me to a dirt road, through corn fields, passed beautiful birding spots and when it said “You have reach your destination”, I stopped, looked around me and all I saw was more fields with plenty cattle to welcome me. Lesson in life is to always search a bit further…. Just a few hundred meters ahead, over a little hill lay the most beautiful forest-like trees, green lawns, thatched roofs and the great welcoming entrance of LEKOA LODGE.

Elize was so excited to meet both little Marhané and myself. She checked us in and to my relief we had the first chalet closest to the reception and restaurant.

Our little chalet was so welcoming, tastefully decorated and well cared for. The cleanliness and attention to detail deserved a special mention. The chalet had a little lounge area with a kitchenette (stocked for all self catering needs) and a table seating 4. The bathroom is spacious and has a bath, shower and the most beautiful old world basin stand. When I entered the room I could feel the difference immediately, it was nice and warm and I thought its because the sun bakes it in the afternoons but later in the evening, when I walked barefoot on the carpet, I realised that it has under floor heating. This was such a blessing as the cold set in the moment the sun disappeared behind the hills.

I unpacked our bags, fed Marhané and settled in. Felt right at home when a beautiful black furry friend came to visit me, said hallo and then accompanied me to our car. I drove off again to fetch Hanno “somewhere” on the N3 between Heidelberg and Villiers.

On our way back from the second run of the day Elize called to ask if we are going to have dinner at the restaurant and what time we would like to be served. After freshening up and dressing warm we made our way to the restaurant. A very homely space and all I can say is the food was spectacular.   Luckily we abided by our rule of sharing because the portion sizes are very generous. The presentation was excellent and the service we got from the staff was superb.

We slept like babies…. (Truly cause we are sleeping according to little baby Marhané’s schedule). The bed was very comfortable, the linen crisp, the room warm and of course the silence of the “platteland” was very good for our souls

Elize came to say goodbye early morning as we headed out just as the sun rose, this made us feel like part of the Lekoa family.

Thank you Elize and your team at Lekoa Lodge for making part of our Barefoot Comrades Journey possible.

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The Journey: Day 6

What a day. The morning started gloomy, windy, cold, and the expected early. After getting everything ready to go, say our thank you and good byes to our awesome hosts at Lekoa Lodge, we set off to the start point of the day’s stage.

I felt amazingly good considering the distance I have covered since the 1st of May. So after the now customary photo at the start of the run I set off in the direction of Villiers, still a little behind schedule but ready to catch up even more during the morning.

Then I made one of my mistakes of the morning, I ran like any good citizen would, against the flow of traffic. I was not only challenged by a cold wind buffeting me from the front but also the substantial wind cushion coming with every passing truck. This combined with the blisters on my foot sufficiently changed my stride to have a very real effect on my Achilles tendon. After 9 kilometers my steady pace was reduced to a walk.

 Luckily Maretha was waiting another 8 kilometers down the road and after a little more than an hour I arrived at the first mark of the day. Here I had to make the hard decision to stop walking or running for the day to try and get a sore leg resolved. So we buzzed through to Frankfort, checked in to our stunning accommodation for the night, De Hoek Guesthouse, and went to look for a physio.

Frankfort delivered in style. We met Johan Taute at his practice and he quickly assessed the problem and went to work. His calm manner resulted in me agreeing for some dry needling, and that takes some doing. The result is that I need to rest two or three days, allow the blisters to heal up a bit and the Achilles to recover and then I can head out again; once again Johan, thank you for your care.

The sad part is that I am most likely going to miss a few kilometers on the road. This is unfortunate, but necessary if I am going to line up for Comrades on the 1st of June. So watch the space, I’ll let you know how it goes.

For now, remember, stay on the road and just keep on going.

Sometime the tool is desperately needed but not a pleasure to use. My feet after a few days of minimal shoes.

Sometime the tool is desperately needed but not a pleasure to use. My feet after a few days of minimal shoes.

 

Physio Johan helping to sort out a little case of inflamation of the Achilles tendon

Physio Johan helping to sort out a little case of inflamation of the Achilles tendon

The Journey: Day 5

A little moment of beauty next to the road.

A little moment of beauty next to the road.

Quickly becoming a best friend on the road. A gift amongst gifts. Thank you Karin Wessels.

Quickly becoming a best friend on the road. A gift amongst gifts. Thank you Karin Wessels.

Today was the start of a new week and the second running week. Day 4 were spent at home resting with the rest of the gang and enjoying Janno’s company. The morning started out a blur; the final cleaning up of the house, dropping Janno at school, packing, buying a few last supplies, dropping the house keys (how lucky can one get with a friend like Alexandra, we are so grateful), dropping the last dvd we tried to watch from the video store, before we finally headed out of Jozi and onto the open road at elevenses.

Yes you guessed it; for the third time in four I started my run around noon. With this in mind I think it is appropriate to thank Karin Wessels for organizing the very generous Annique sponsorship with a special mention of the sunscreen. And like Baz Luhrman said in 1998, trust me on the sunscreen. After three days of hours spend in the sun with very little protection other than Annique’s Rooibos sunscreen, I can say without a doubt in my mind; it works! So if you are faced by the possibility of going for an extended time in the sun, choose wisely choose Annique.

The day’s running was split into two. During the first part, with the sun beating down on me from above and the black top returning more of the same from below; I covered a little more than 17 kilometers; all of it barefoot with a different levels of comfort or discomfort. After a quick break and a late midday lunch I started the second part of the day to complete the day’s assignment and to make up some ground on the lost kilometers of the first and second day. The second run of the day took me to 27.5 kilometers for the day and 4 kilometers gained back on ground lost.

So tomorrow I will be running into and through Villiers, out of Mpumalanga and into the Orange Free State, where there are no oranges, nothing is for free and their football is in a terrible state (hat tip Leon Schuster). Maybe, as a Stormer supporter, I should keep very quiet about the latter.

The thought for the day and one that kept me busy for kilometers on an end; how often do we see the beauty next to the road we travel? The long kilometers, the slog, the hard work, and the lonely hours are easy to spot and so often fill our vision. But amidst all of that, if we are willing to slow down and take a look around, beauty is to be found.

So remember, slow down; stay on the road and just keep on going.