The Monkey is Gone

Tonight I discovered that people’s generosity sometimes hurts. We have received so many meals over the last 3 weeks that we are having trouble keeping up with them all. And because I’m only human (and sometimes, as I’m sure Hayley will attest to, very human) I end up abusing the generosity of others by having cheesecake for breakfast.

So why does this hurt? Because tonight I went back to the mighty Celtic Harriers and joined the 4:45min/km crew for a run. Sure, at a water stop they congratulated me on Ben’s arrival and seemed genuinely excited. But I still think the route was changed at the last minute to include every hill in Cape Town for my initiation back into the group. The mountains of the Cape are beautiful, until your shuffling up them with bursting lungs.

At least now the monkey is off my back (after tonight’s run, he is blown to pieces by a monkey shotgun). I’ve learned to treat cheesecake with respect and hopefully have started to ensure I won’t become a pear shaped, pasty skinned, sideline-shouting dad for Ben.

Scott