Real Women

It was a big day for the Real Women: It was my first event after rupturing my medial head gastrocnemius in November, and the Wee Red Hen's first ever duathlon. We entered the duathlon at Millbrook and, despite the rain and the cold (there was snow on the hills), we both soldiered on through.

It was short (3.5km run; 10km bike; 1.5km run) but I was happy to complete it without pain, and she was happy to complete it at all! Him Outdoors was there to support and photograph.


Warming up



Listening to the briefing



The third wave



The Wee Red Hen is off and 'racing'

My lumbering start

'Steaming' into the finish

Relay for Life

Three quarters of Joie de Vivre

Last weekend, some friends and I particiapted in the Central Otago Relay for Life. It's a 24hr event, in support of the Cancer Society of New Zealand, where each team is given a wooden baton, which has to circle the course (about a 600m grass track) for the entire 24 hours. There are certain specific points (for example, the first lap is for cancer survivors and their carers, and there is a candlelit vigil at 9pm whereby we remember those who have died from the disease) but for the rest of time, you can organise your team in any way you wish.

We were called Joie de Vivre as a positive note. All of us have been touched by cancer and had friends and family succumb to it, so we wanted to do something to commemorate them. The theme of this year's relay was 'Celebrate; Remember; Fight Back!' Members of the team were encouraged to fundraise and all the money was banked by the Cancer Society, to stay in the region in which it was raised. The Central Otago section had raised $130,000 at the close of the day, although more was expected over the next couple of days.



Before the start we practice our Angelina Jolie legs and pouts

Bad Fairy

Him Outdoors in a not entirely appropriate T-shirt

What would you say to a nice cup of tea?

Cheesy tartlets (and some rather nice baking - Ha!)

We are being sun smart - as demonstrated by the Fudge Princess



Maybe not so much of the smart...



The Wee Red Hen models her St Patrick's Day hat



Waiting at the start - look how eager!



Team Captain

Howdy Neighbour is raring to go

Apparently there were prizes for the best-dressed team. I don't know who won, but there were contenders with green tinsel St Pat's wigs, angel wings, steam-punk paraphenalia, and pink hula skirts.

The speech at the beginning of the relay was inspiring and emotional, and then the survivors began their first lap with purple sashes and balloons. Him Outdoors said the number of balloons was scary, but I could only think of those who hadn't made it and didn't get to carry a balloon.

To begin with we had much enthusiasm and several of us walked several laps together - I even did my allocated 15min jog. As the day wore on, we made up a roster, with half hour shifts. This meant we only got a few hours of sleep during the night, but it was hard to sleep anyway as there was a lot of noise and light.

The Dairy Queen was in hot contention for top team member - she made cups of tea in the morning, and massaged our feet as we finished each lap.

Sensory overload - the Wee Red Hen is massaged at both ends!

You could buy bags on which to write people's names and put candles (actually battery-operated tealights) inside so they glowed. Placed around the perimeter of the track, they lit the way and offered a permanent reminder of why we were stumbling around at 3am. Later they are taken and burnt, and the ashes planted beneath a tree in remembrance of those we have lost.

Dawn breaks above the Cancer Society tent

It doesn't take much loss of sleep to make me hallucinate. I thought I saw Him Outdoors hugging a lion, and a very tall angel with a very small head.

Breakfast was provided, and various bands and a DJ kept us entertained throughout the 24 hours.

During the last half hour, all the team members were encouraged to walk together, and it got busy on the track again.



Team Joie de Vivre at the finish

Kerrey and Paul's Wedding

Last weekend we were honoured to be invited to the wedding of Kerrey Lewis and Paul Garvie at Gantleys Restaurant. It was a gorgeous wedding and the rain held off until later. Everyone looked happy and the bride was beautiful - she wore an amazing dress that even had pockets! There was a piper and many men in kilts; the food was excellent; there was plenty of bubbles; topped off with dancing and much  merriment.

CJD - among the wedding guests

Mr Faulkner

 

Alan Alan Al and Him Outdoors look shifty



What to wear when you're not sure to go full hat or not...

  

To tree or not to tree... Sonya is undecided

Family portrait

Morgan the Mad Frenchman

Waiting, waiting...

No, that's not her...

Jane, the 'best woman'



Here she comes!



Leading them back down the aisle

The happy (just-married) couple



'I've pulled!'

And then the boys played some tunes as the photos were taken and the official stuff was done.



The running, drumming Simon Green