Ja well no fine, let me introduce myself to all the new members and some of the existing “old” members. I am the Running Reporter. I am a member of the club. I attend time trials, road races, club arranged races, functions and everything that happens where our club is involved. If your actions are normal, you will not make my report, but do something out of the ordinary or plain stupid, and everyone in the club will read about it.
It is 2018, and I re-joined a bit late, but have no fear, I have a few incidents to report on, but first an event in 2017, just to ensure that nobody misses out on some juicy details. Our parents used to say adults read the words and laugh at the pictures, and children read the pictures and laugh at the words. However, a picture can paint a thousand words; the problem comes when the words include numbers, like dates & times. Our first story includes two “pictures” that featured in the Irene news and an article that was sent out via E Mail. The one was the Irene year end function; remember the “beach party”? and the other one being the ‘Christmas lights run’ run in aid of toys/donations for the less fortunate children.
Both these events had a date & time associated with them, the year-end function being about 2 weeks before the lights run, but that is neither here nor there. Our fearless leader and chairman of the club, is a person of importance when it comes to the year-end function, as he was supposed to hand out the trophies etc.
On the day in question, the year-end function, that was supposed to start at 17h00 (remember it is a beach party and it should be before sunset) our clubs No1 did not pitch. Fortunately, there was a very disappointing rugby match of our dreaded springboks on TV, and that was ample distraction for the waiting crowd.
When the clock struck 18h00 hours, Wynand, our club manager started feeling a slight bit uneasy that Louis had not arrived at the club, yet. By 18h10, impatience got the better of Wynand and a call was placed to Louis. Louis answered with a very relaxed voice, informing Wynand that they, (Louis & Nadene) were just about to leave his house, and that they still had enough time.
Wynand in his diplomatic way and not so diplomatic voice; drew Louis’s attention to the fact that the function should have started at 17h00 and that it was then 18h10. Louis then informed Wynand that the notice of the function clearly stated 18h30. Unfortunately, the picture that painted these 1000 words with the inclusion of the timeline 18h30 was for the lights run, two weeks later.
Needless to say, Louis & Nadene arrived in time for the “lights run”, unfortunately at the year-end function. At this very function, Nadene was awarded the “Dummy of the year” award, or as I call it the ‘Doffie Award”. I now have to wonder if it is something that runs in the family. We already know that the family runs ☺☺☺
Our first story of 2018 is all about a possible visit to the ophthalmologists for Marks Mathebula. Marks’ is very seldom, if ever, seen without his dark glasses, I even thought of calling him “Shades”. At the first race of this year at ECO Park, Marks was as usual, running with his shades until about the halfway mark, when Candice v/d Spuy asked Marks why he was wearing ‘these funny’ dark glasses. Marks’ was a bit taken aback because he always runs with dark glasses until Candice pointed out that there was only one lens in the frame. Marks felt the glasses and yes, Candice did not joke, the frame had only one lens in. The question now remains, if you can do half the distance of a race, without realising that one eye is looking through a darkened lens and the other into bright morning sunlight, without noticing the difference, your next call should be to the ophthalmologists.
Our second story is about another of our well-known members of the club, none other than our club manager. Wynand, after being prompted by Ansie (his wife) decided it was time for a new running vest. Being a man that has been using running vests for many a year, Wynand knew exactly what size to buy. (or so he thought.)
Ansie, as a good wife should, transferred all the age category numbers, the “W’s” for walker and don’t forget, the small green permanent number for 10 completed Comrades to the new vest. It looked so smart Wynand even considered sleeping in the vest, until Ansie put him straight about that foolish notion.
Come race morning for the Akasia race, Wynand was excited to get dressed with his brand new racing vest. And that was when disaster struck. This vest, although the label was the same size on as his old vest, did not fit like the old vest. From what I could gather about the tightness of the fit, it could best be described as the same as a prophylactic.
There are of course a few possibilities as to what could be the cause of this incorrect fit of the vest. It was just after the Christmas holidays and those second helpings or the additional pint of cold malt could have had an influence, or it could be that the vest was from a different supplier as not all XL’s are the same?
​Sorry Wynand, but this was just too good not to be reported on. It will be much easier to buy a bigger vest than to wait to lose the weight.
Well folks, that's it for this report so cheers for eers.
Ja well no fine, let me introduce myself to all the new members and some of the existing “old” members. I am the Running Reporter. I am a member of the club. I attend time trials, road races, club arranged races, functions and everything that happens where our club is involved. If your actions are normal, you will not make my report, but do something out of the ordinary or plain stupid, and everyone in the club will read about it.
It is 2018, and I re-joined a bit late, but have no fear, I have a few incidents to report on, but first an event in 2017, just to ensure that nobody misses out on some juicy details. Our parents used to say adults read the words and laugh at the pictures, and children read the pictures and laugh at the words. However, a picture can paint a thousand words; the problem comes when the words include numbers, like dates & times. Our first story includes two “pictures” that featured in the Irene news and an article that was sent out via E Mail. The one was the Irene year end function; remember the “beach party”? and the other one being the ‘Christmas lights run’ run in aid of toys/donations for the less fortunate children.
Both these events had a date & time associated with them, the year-end function being about 2 weeks before the lights run, but that is neither here nor there. Our fearless leader and chairman of the club, is a person of importance when it comes to the year-end function, as he was supposed to hand out the trophies etc.
On the day in question, the year-end function, that was supposed to start at 17h00 (remember it is a beach party and it should be before sunset) our clubs No1 did not pitch. Fortunately, there was a very disappointing rugby match of our dreaded springboks on TV, and that was ample distraction for the waiting crowd.
When the clock struck 18h00 hours, Wynand, our club manager started feeling a slight bit uneasy that Louis had not arrived at the club, yet. By 18h10, impatience got the better of Wynand and a call was placed to Louis. Louis answered with a very relaxed voice, informing Wynand that they, (Louis & Nadene) were just about to leave his house, and that they still had enough time.
Wynand in his diplomatic way and not so diplomatic voice; drew Louis’s attention to the fact that the function should have started at 17h00 and that it was then 18h10. Louis then informed Wynand that the notice of the function clearly stated 18h30. Unfortunately, the picture that painted these 1000 words with the inclusion of the timeline 18h30 was for the lights run, two weeks later.
Needless to say, Louis & Nadene arrived in time for the “lights run”, unfort
unately at the year-end function. At this very function, Nadene was awarded the “Dummy of the year” award, or as I call it the ‘Doffie Award”. I now have to wonder if it is something that runs in the family. We already know that the family runs ☺☺☺
Our first story of 2018 is all about a possible visit to the ophthalmologists for Marks Mathebula. Marks’ is very seldom, if ever, seen without his dark glasses, I even thought of calling him “Shades”. At the first race of this year at ECO Park, Marks was as usual, running with his shades until about the halfway mark, when Candice v/d Spuy asked Marks why he was wearing ‘these funny’ dark glasses. Marks’ was a bit taken aback because he always runs with dark glasses until Candice pointed out that there was only one lens in the frame. Marks felt the glasses and yes, Candice did not joke, the frame had only one lens in. The question now remains, if you can do half the distance of a race, without realising that one eye is looking through a darkened lens and the other into bright morning sunlight, without noticing the difference, your next call should be to the ophthalmologists.
Our second story is about another of our well-known members of the club, none other than our club manager. Wynand, after being prompted by Ansie (his wife) decided it was time for a new running vest. Being a man that has been using running vests for many a year, Wynand knew exactly what size to buy. (or so he thought.)
Ansie, as a good wife should, transferred all the age category numbers, the “W’s” for walker and don’t forget, the small green permanent number for 10 completed Comrades to the new vest. It looked so smart Wynand even considered sleeping in the vest, until Ansie put him straight about that foolish notion.
Come race morning for the Akasia race, Wynand was excited to get dressed with his brand new racing vest. And that was when disaster struck. This vest, although the label was the same size on as his old vest, did not fit like the old vest. From what I could gather about the tightness of the fit, it could best be described as the same as a prophylactic.
There are of course a few possibilities as to what could be the cause of this incorrect fit of the vest. It was just after the Christmas holidays and those second helpings or the additional pint of cold malt could have had an influence, or it could be that the vest was from a different supplier as not all XL’s are the same?
​Sorry Wynand, but this was just too good not to be reported on. It will be much easier to buy a bigger vest than to wait to lose the weight.
Well folks, that's it for this report so cheers for eers.