Ok, so I know that I haven't posted in almost a year... I realise that this is a major problem and I plan on rectifying this right now.
My life is clearly much more busy than I am willing to admit to myself - not that it's going to get any less hectic than it has been and I don't really want that to happen. Let's face it, I'm an adrenaline junkie of a different kind where I'm not jumping out of planes or running with the bulls, but I love having 5 different things to do in a day and not really knowing that they're all going to get done. And then, you do get them done and all of a sudden, you're a boss at life.
However, key to this plan is procrastination. It's important to procrastinate just enough, so that it is still humanly possible to achieve the goal. You have to have a good amount of pressure on getting it done (like a deadline in 20 minutes or a plane leaving in 30) because otherwise there's way too much time to get distracted by other things.
This is how I get through life. Admittedly, people do try and tell me that I need to plan better or have better time-management, but this system has proven pretty successful thus far.
I do appreciate sleeping though, but this is something that one says goodbye to when you enter university. And you only say 'hello' again during mid-year vacation (which is now, so I have been vegetating for the past week and it has been glorious). I have no real concrete plans for this vacation period because this last semester was the most insane one yet and I just need to detox from uni a bit.
Plan sorted.
Let's just do a quick run-through of my life - more important bits/what I remember - since my last post, so I don't feel like I'm leaving you guys out of the loop...here goes
UPDATE...
Global Youth Peace Indaba
amazing collection of young people in Cape Town when the Nobel Peace Youth Summit was postponed and moved to Rome. I'm still in contact with many of the people who attended and the Indaba has led to many other opportunities too
Eden
my first service dog from SA Guide Dog Association; she is a yellow labrador (quarter retriever) and she's beautiful. No doubt there will be many a blog post about her and what she gets up to...
Youngsters
all the International Children's Peace Prize winners got together and we came up with the plan for the Youngsters - it's like the 'Elders' but with young people and our views because we are the ones who are going to shape the future :)
This was also the first time I went overseas (Netherlands & London) without my mom or a family member, I went with my PA, Nthabi, who lives with me in res. So that was also really exciting step in my journey.
IkeyAbility
UCT is an incredible university of diverse people from almost every walk of life and disability is included in this, but to a lesser extent it seems. So, along with a group of amazing ability activists (disabled and able-bodied) we have begun the process of establishing a society that focuses on raising awareness around disability - or ability rather - on our campus. We want to make disability a part of the mainstream discussions on campus and not just for certain ears to hear. Now, we're awaiting approval from the university after being monitored for the first semester of 2015...will keep you posted.
I think those are the more "public" things going on in my life. On a more personal level, I know I've shared about dancing before so I'm going to do it again...
World Cup 2015
Over Easter, we travelled to Cuijk, Netherlands to compete in the Wheelchair Dancing World Cup in the Amateur Class 1 section. This year was much more exciting for us because we went with our team mates, Chantelle and Mukkie and this made it so much more memorable. My mom came with us as 'Team Momma' :P This year we also had something to prove as we had placed last year. We went onto the floor determined to make a scene and show Europe how we do it in Africa - granted, our style is a bit different to Europe...
We succeeded at our mission, and we actually won both the Latin American and Ballroom section and we are now WORLD CHAMPIONS! So, that's amazing to us. What made that victory so much sweeter is that Chantelle and Mukkie competed in Class 2 (different levels of ability) and they also won both their sections, which means that they are also world champions. We came back to home soil double title holders. Africans showing the world how it's done. Yes, please.
Pressure is now on because when you win a section, you get promoted which means that we now have to compete in the Elite section (made up of pretty much professionals and now us).
Bring on 2016!
In other news...
my sister got married! To an incredible man, Warren, and they are the most beautiful couple and I'm so excited that I now have a big brother :) Couldn't have asked for a better one...
That's all.
Until next time - I promise it will not be in a year's time. Soon soon
xx
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Friday, September 12, 2014
Open Letter to President Zuma.
11 September 2014
Dear President Zuma
I am a Madiba baby – a child of freedom - born in August
1994. I have grown up in an era where every person in South Africa has the freedom
of choice: I have the right to be who I wish to be and hold whatever views I
have, even if they oppose the views of others. Even if they oppose your views,
Mr President. I have learned throughout my life of the immense efforts made and
the struggles faced by so many people to create the incredible country in which
we live, a democracy for which people fought for so many years. I am a
wheelchair user and an ability activist and I have dealt with my fair share of
challenges and discrimination but this has never caused me to lose faith in the
power of the South African people to be a society where we can say that our
lives are shaped by Ubuntu.
Much of the fight for democracy was initiated by young
people, passionate about the rights that ensure democracy, fairness and justice.
The voices of the youth of South Africa need to be heard in each generation to
continue a national dialogue that remains relevant and it is in this spirit
that I add my voice today.
I’m confused. I find it difficult to understand why
granting a visa to His Honourable Dalai Lama to attend the annual Nobel Peace
Laureates Summit in Cape Town in October, is seen as impossible. The Dalai Lama is the global image for peace. Everywhere he goes a core message is
spread – Peace. Peace for all people. Peace no matter your religious beliefs,
your socio-economic standing, or your geographical location. Peace should not
be determined by political alliances but by the power of people and an unwavering
mission for equality in a society where everybody has a place. Is this not what
the Struggle for a democratic South Africa was all about?
This occasion marks the third visa refusal in a period of
five years whereby the Dalai Lama has been denied entry to SA. The reason often
given for these refusals being that it is not in the best interest of the South
African people. Or delay tactics are employed so that through unspoken means
the ‘message’ is sent that he is unwelcome. How difficult is it to issue a visa?
Ordinary people get theirs within a week or so – one would think that a world
leader would not have to jump through hoops and wait this long for a visa to be
issued. There has been a massive outcry from members of the public and
prominent leaders, whom you profess to serve as President of our country. Is now
not a time to take note of the voices of the people whom you represent?
As a member of the ‘Born-Free’ generation of South Africa
I am so proud of how far our country has come and am so grateful that I was
born in 1994 at the dawn of our democracy. But bearing witness to actions like
the refusal of a visa to an iconic man of peace like the Dalai Lama, I have
concerns about the future facing this beautiful place we call home. It makes me
wonder how sincerely our leaders and you, Mr President, truly cherish freedom
in general terms and more specifically freedom of speech, when a man of peace
like the Dalai Lama is denied entry into South Africa.
What saddens me most about this visa application debacle is
that it denies the South African people a chance to learn from The Dalai Lama’s
peaceful leadership and to experience his wisdom. In denying the Dalai Lama,
you are also creating the possibility of other Nobel Peace Laureates refusing
to attend the Summit in solidarity with the Dalai Lama. And in doing this you
deny all of us an opportunity to learn from these inspiring global heroes of
Peace – right here on home soil. No winners – many losers.
I fail to see how His Honourable Dalai Lama poses a
threat to our nation. How can he be considered an undesirable visitor to our
shores? He is a world icon who holds strong views about the right to freedom of
his own people. Is this not what our people fought so fearlessly against for so
many years? Are these views not in line with the South African struggle for
freedom from oppression and the right for self-determination?
I’m sad, given our proud fight for freedom, to think that
our political leaders are creating the global perception that South Africa has
become a submissive nation, bending the knee to foreign powers with their own
political agendas. Struggle leaders, many of whom now sit in Parliament, along
with you, Mr President, could not remain silent on the issue of human rights
and freedom decades ago: the freedom gained through the struggle out of apartheid
into what has now become a free and democratic South Africa. Is this not what
the Dalai Lama wants for his country?
I implore you to fast track the process whereby a visa
can be issued to His Honourable Dalai Lama and show South Africa and the world that
as a country, and as a people, we still stand for the same ideals that you fought
for twenty years ago. You fought for a country where every person has a voice
that can be heard. You fought for a country of freedom, equality, self-determination,
and ultimately peace. We want to learn from the Dalai Lama – we have a right to
hear his voice.
Chaeli Mycroft
2011 International
Children’s Peace Prize
2012 Nobel Peace
Laureates’ Medal for Social Activism
2013 World of
Children Youth Award
Saturday, May 17, 2014
First epic adventure of 2014...Cape Argus Pick n Pay Momentum Cycle Tour
I realise that my last blog post was quite a while ago - this makes me realise, too, that my life is somewhat ridiculous and whilst busy living this crazy, amazing life I am lucky enough to lead, I forget to document what's going on. So, in a slightly exhausted state as I procrastinate studying, I can shed some light over our Cycle Tour experience - granted it's kinda a month late but still ;)
If you remember, in 2012 I began posting about the crazy adventures of 'Team Beastie'...and so the craziness continues.
We decided that it would be a great idea to attempt a second Cycle Tour due to the fact that last year's ride was such a success. It's important for all parties to remember that weather impacts properly on performance. People who rode the race and spectators who had the staying power will understand. But let's go back just a little bit for the sake of context...also, because I can.
Let's start with training shall we?
This year we were ahead of the game because this year we already had our buggy! We had our trusted buggy, Beastie and he was so ready, sitting in the garage he was suffering from a bit of cabin fever, I rate. Grant tells people that he was unfit this year - I have trouble believing this. Maybe that's because our time this year was almost an hour faster than last year...but we can examine this idea just now. Back to training, we had a pretty hardcore weekend training schedule this year and what made it epic was that we were joined by more Buggy Buddy teams (Brett and David AKA 'Team Turbo' in their 'ship', Anita and Etienne and last but certainly not least Tina and Boeta). It was amazing to know and realise that we have started something that can give other disabled people an opportunity to participate in big things.
I can now officially call myself a cyclist - Beastie got his first puncture, and I was totally involved in a near-collision. Nope. It was a legit collision, with our buddy, Bodii. Grant felt it was important to shake Richard's hand...he semi-forgot that I was attached to him and Bodii was on the left side of us. We drifted across the road and I almost lost fingers in his spokes and he ended up in a bush/tree. Official cycling injuries...winning.
One thing to note, is that every ride seemed to be on a windy day. Probably the universe's joke about foresight or something...
If any of you reading this were in Cape Town or anywhere near a TV on Race Day and watched it all go down, you will remember that it was quite the windy day by any standard. When we left the house, it was pretty cold but we continued to lie to ourselves about how bad the wind was right up until we got on the bikes. From that point. Shit got real.
Waiting at the starting line, still ampd, Ipad at the ready, everybody sort of realised that it was going to be a long day. I think when we started the race, the entire goal was to make it under the first bridge (like 60m from the start). Grant pedaled like a boss under that bridge - first goal...conquered! While that was happening I almost got concussed by the Ipad when the first gust of wind decided to hit the buggy. So, that was awesome. *Insert sarcasm here*
The next landmark was Ladies Mile bridge. Many important things happened on our way to that milestone...we bettered our top speed, to around 70km per hour going down Edinburgh Drive. Please recognise how fast that is, and the faith and trust required (by me) and the skill required (by Grant) in not killing us. No thank you, death. Team Beastie 1....
The other perk was that Gary's bike was solid this year and no punctures were had. This also meant that we had a less insane decrease of speed than last year - worked well for our time as well, so that was cool.
We had an extra team member this year - Richard Scott. Richard, it was awesome to have you ride with us, even though you realised that you could help G out a little late in the race (Smitswinkel), your support was so appreciated by all of us. Thank you for being so respectful to the team dynamic and adding your personality to our crazy mix was awesome!
In our team, throughout the race, we had sense of humour failures...more on my side, but still. Let me explain one such instance. Hout Bay has a beach. There was wind. I ended up with the whole beach in my buggy. I was not smiling in that moment. Not smiling.
But then I have to remember that Grant is busting his ass cycling so I need to get it together and get the Conqueror spirit back. The support of people on the side of the road was helpful but I also did some soul-searching in my buggy and realised that so many people don't have the opportunity to do what I do. So, I began again appreciating where we were and just taking it in and sending all my gees to Grant because we were heading towards Suikerbossie and he needed it more than I did.
We finished the race, after the longest 5km stretch I have ever experienced in my life (we're convinced that the signs telling us how far we still had to go were lying to us), in 4h42min! This is when I realise once again that my cycling partner is such a champion, in all ways. The way he helps me with everything I need while we're riding, nevermind all the other times, tends to blow my mind on a regular basis.
I'm excited that we get the opportunity to blow people's minds by what we do. I'm excited that we have other people joining us on this journey of slight insanity and we can blow minds together.
:)
If you remember, in 2012 I began posting about the crazy adventures of 'Team Beastie'...and so the craziness continues.
We decided that it would be a great idea to attempt a second Cycle Tour due to the fact that last year's ride was such a success. It's important for all parties to remember that weather impacts properly on performance. People who rode the race and spectators who had the staying power will understand. But let's go back just a little bit for the sake of context...also, because I can.
Let's start with training shall we?
This year we were ahead of the game because this year we already had our buggy! We had our trusted buggy, Beastie and he was so ready, sitting in the garage he was suffering from a bit of cabin fever, I rate. Grant tells people that he was unfit this year - I have trouble believing this. Maybe that's because our time this year was almost an hour faster than last year...but we can examine this idea just now. Back to training, we had a pretty hardcore weekend training schedule this year and what made it epic was that we were joined by more Buggy Buddy teams (Brett and David AKA 'Team Turbo' in their 'ship', Anita and Etienne and last but certainly not least Tina and Boeta). It was amazing to know and realise that we have started something that can give other disabled people an opportunity to participate in big things.
I can now officially call myself a cyclist - Beastie got his first puncture, and I was totally involved in a near-collision. Nope. It was a legit collision, with our buddy, Bodii. Grant felt it was important to shake Richard's hand...he semi-forgot that I was attached to him and Bodii was on the left side of us. We drifted across the road and I almost lost fingers in his spokes and he ended up in a bush/tree. Official cycling injuries...winning.
One thing to note, is that every ride seemed to be on a windy day. Probably the universe's joke about foresight or something...
If any of you reading this were in Cape Town or anywhere near a TV on Race Day and watched it all go down, you will remember that it was quite the windy day by any standard. When we left the house, it was pretty cold but we continued to lie to ourselves about how bad the wind was right up until we got on the bikes. From that point. Shit got real.
Waiting at the starting line, still ampd, Ipad at the ready, everybody sort of realised that it was going to be a long day. I think when we started the race, the entire goal was to make it under the first bridge (like 60m from the start). Grant pedaled like a boss under that bridge - first goal...conquered! While that was happening I almost got concussed by the Ipad when the first gust of wind decided to hit the buggy. So, that was awesome. *Insert sarcasm here*
The next landmark was Ladies Mile bridge. Many important things happened on our way to that milestone...we bettered our top speed, to around 70km per hour going down Edinburgh Drive. Please recognise how fast that is, and the faith and trust required (by me) and the skill required (by Grant) in not killing us. No thank you, death. Team Beastie 1....
The other perk was that Gary's bike was solid this year and no punctures were had. This also meant that we had a less insane decrease of speed than last year - worked well for our time as well, so that was cool.
We had an extra team member this year - Richard Scott. Richard, it was awesome to have you ride with us, even though you realised that you could help G out a little late in the race (Smitswinkel), your support was so appreciated by all of us. Thank you for being so respectful to the team dynamic and adding your personality to our crazy mix was awesome!
In our team, throughout the race, we had sense of humour failures...more on my side, but still. Let me explain one such instance. Hout Bay has a beach. There was wind. I ended up with the whole beach in my buggy. I was not smiling in that moment. Not smiling.
But then I have to remember that Grant is busting his ass cycling so I need to get it together and get the Conqueror spirit back. The support of people on the side of the road was helpful but I also did some soul-searching in my buggy and realised that so many people don't have the opportunity to do what I do. So, I began again appreciating where we were and just taking it in and sending all my gees to Grant because we were heading towards Suikerbossie and he needed it more than I did.
We finished the race, after the longest 5km stretch I have ever experienced in my life (we're convinced that the signs telling us how far we still had to go were lying to us), in 4h42min! This is when I realise once again that my cycling partner is such a champion, in all ways. The way he helps me with everything I need while we're riding, nevermind all the other times, tends to blow my mind on a regular basis.
I'm excited that we get the opportunity to blow people's minds by what we do. I'm excited that we have other people joining us on this journey of slight insanity and we can blow minds together.
:)
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
The conquering madness continues: Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge
We conquered the Pick n Pay Cape Argus Cycle Tour in March 2013 - the beginning of our Conqueror journey. We decided shortly after we finished that we wanted to continue and do other events to raise awareness for The Chaeli Campaign, but more than that we wanted to spread the Conqueror spirit! So, we entered the Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge that happens in Johannesburg. The event was on the 17th of November 2013.
So, this was pretty close to our returning from New York...
We wanted to go up early to do some awareness raising stuff and acclimatise (getting all sporty) - getting used to the different oxygen levels that Jozi peeps live with when you need to cycle in it is not the same as just going to visit. But we were all good :)
Because it's in Joburg we clearly had to travel, seeing as we're Capetonians. Grant and the rest of the Kruger Conquerors began the journey to joburg by road - with the bike and the wheels and pins and stuff for the buggy - the Monday before the race. This was also the Monday after I got back to Cape Town. I went up with my mom by plane on the Tuesday. Turns out 2 hours is not that long in a plane ;)
We couriered the buggy up so that it was safe and so that airport personnel don't think we're completely insane. The logistics around travelling as a differently-abled buggy buddy are sometimes challenging. We learned that at the start of the race, in a big way, but I'll explain a little later.
We organised a couple of things to promote the fact that we were there like speaking to the kids at Waterkloof Primary School. What an amazing group of young people to interact with - we had so much fun spending time and sharing our stories with them and we look forward to working with Waterkloof in the future :)
We also had lunch with Sara, who is a wheelchair user and she raises awareness around Cerebral Palsy in her school environment as well as anybody who meets her. Sara is a Conqueror in her own right and inspires us to keep doing what we're doing.
Now, onto race day:
The night before the race, my beautiful friendle Kristina stayed over and we went to the race together. We woke up at 4ish. Well, the alarm went off at 4, and Kris got up and ready and proceeded to send messages to Grant about her unsuccessful missions to get me to vacate the bed ;) Eventually it happened.
So, we left home at 5, as according to plan. We were all set to meet up with Grant at 5:30 - Grant had the bike and we had the buggy and at some point we had to meet up to unite Beastie and his bike buddy. This then proved more challenging than initially planned. Officials who were supposed to guide people to the right place were not as helpful as they should have been, and we were directed to the completely wrong place.
I was still calm at this point - our start time was 6:51, so at 5:45 I was still calm. It didn't last long though. We were in communication with Grant the whole time trying to figure out where one another were...It is not as simple as you would think, especially when officials are telling us 500 different things. Kristina had to leave because she was also cycling, and we didn't want her to miss her start time at 7:00. Eventually we got to a point that was 900m away from where we were meant to unite. We were initially not allowed through the barricades BUT THEN Vernon (an amazing man who rode the Argus for The Chaeli Campaign last year) came to the rescue!
Vernon found a security guy or something and came to get us and escort us to where the rest of my team was. In that moment, Vernon was my hero. The time at this point in the experience is around 6:47, so I was pretty justifiably stressed out. I realised then that we were not going to make our start time (I knew, rationally, that it wasn't the biggest deal because we could just start later, when we got there, but in the moment rationality was not a trait I was practicing entirely). I was on the verge of tears and having a meltdown and I kept it together quite well, until I saw Grant. Then I overflowed.
So, I was sitting in the car crying while Grant sorted the buggy out. I need to clarify that I was relief crying. I could not believe that I had finally reached my partner after such a frustrating start to the day. Relief crying.
Grant came to put me in the buggy, I was still crying (pulling myself together, though) and when I reached the buggy, the music was already playing - Taylor Swift, 22 :) - and everything was ok. We rode the almost 4km to the start and with that our 94.7 Cycle Challenge was underway.
These are the moments where I know I have the right cycling partner, because he knows how to get me out of meltdowns and freaking out and focusing back on what we need to do. I appreciate so much that he can distract me from the stressful things that often happen and remind me that the things we cannot control, add to the fun and give us really good stories to tell afterwards.
That having being said, we started the race - half an hour later than intended - and a man cycled passed us, looked at me, and said "Well, someone's getting spoilt today" expected me to smile and wave. Considering the morning we had just had, I wasn't 100% in the smile-and-wave kind of mood yet. So, I replied slightly sarcastically with "Ya, this is such a party". People around us were shocked that I could/would make a comment like that. Grant just smiled and did a sort of "good chirp"-thumbs-up to me.
This was an interesting race for us for various reasons. Firstly, in the fact that Grant had never done the race, so we were completely unaware of the route. The race goes through Johannesburg and has an unfathomable number of uphills and seemingly fewer downhills. G was such a champion on every uphill, he did have some help on some of the more hectic ones. Gary (Grant's dad) who is always by our side, making sure that everything was fine, was doing just that - the dad to team Beastie :) and for this race, we had a couple new members of the team which was awesome! Kerrin (Grant's brother who lives in Johannesburg) joined us too and it was really special to have him share that with us. And then, the man who saved the day...Vernon. Vernon became a Conqueror that day and forever more. It's amazing to participate in an event like that when you are sharing it with such incredible people. Thank you to everybody that helped us out :)
The second thing that made the race interesting and a little more stressful and challenging was Johannesburg November heat. This was challenging because of my body's unco-operative temperature gauge which tends to fail to inform us of when I'm getting too hot. It became clear that I was overheating when we stopped at the beginning of the N14 - the LONGEST road I have ever traveled on, by the way - and we realised how hot I actually was only when we stopped moving and when I objected to Grant taking the Ipad away so that he could cool me down. We did have a plan for this - we had ice-packs and cold water in ziploc bags with us in the buggy, so we were prepared. Grant put one ice-pack at my neck and subsequently, unbeknown to me, had the bag of ice-cold water in his hands, above my head and poured it all over me. I was definitely awake after that.
Just so you don't think that I'm exaggerating and overreacting about the heat situation...it was around 33 degrees where Grant was on his bike. I am about 8cm above the road which is made of tar and tar gets very hot and heat rises...so, it was super hot. But, we sorted it out - keep calm and carry on. The women who were on the side of the road, supporting the race, got rather concerned about my well-being, which we appreciated, but G had it under control :)
Heat levels sorted, we continued on the seemingly-endless road that is the N14 and the uphills that come and go and come again. We rode passed many cows, chickens and other animals which was kind of the extent of the scenery to be expected on a highway.
When we reached what everybody calls 'heartbreak hill' we got excited because it's apparently the last uphill of the race. But here's the thing, it's the last recognised uphill of the race. It's quite a hardcore one, too, and when you finally reach the top there is an amazing downhill (you know, what goes up and all that). Followed by the soul-destroying final uphill. It's almost divine intervention that the downhill is so massive and you can pick up the amount of speed that you do, because you need the momentum to get you almost half way up. Again, heat became a problem.
When we finished and throughout the race we got a lot of support. Especially tandem teams - they can relate to us. The guy riding in the front gets how much work G is doing, and the guy at the back understands how much trust and faith I have to have in G. It was awesome and refreshing to have people who actually understand the way our team works.
We crossed the finish line with a time of 4hr17min! Grant looked back at me with a "Woohoo!" And don't get me wrong, I had that too, but I was so hot that I kinda just wanted to cry. So, Grant went into action...it is kind of amazing to me how tuned in he was to everything that I needed.
Because I was close to tears with heat, Grant was off his bike next to me - this is logistically interesting as you aren't allowed to stop the flow of people finishing, which meant that he was next to me with ice and stuff and Gary was steering the bike and Kerrin had Gary's bike. It's easier to move two bikes than a bike attached to the buggy. Logistics like a boss.
It's interesting the comments we get when we cycle and the case was no different at the finish of the 94.7. A lot of people congratulate us and tell us we're inspiring, and then you get other people who blow your mind with their comments.
One guy asked us whether we swap who is in the buggy...Now, I wasn't sure what that meant. I am a cerebral palsied wheelchair user, so clearly I'm not gonna get out of the buggy and cycle in Grant's place; and it's not like we have differently abled people strategically placed along the route. So, we said no, and he asked if the guys cycling with the buggy swap places. Gary proceeded to explain that I won't cycle with anybody else. Not a lie.
I trust G probably more than any other person in my life. I trust him with my life. The relationship that we have is special the way it is because he has an understanding of what I need with all the nitty-gritty details of disability that people forget to mention - and a couple of experiences that make those nitty-gritty details very real - and none of those things are a big deal. He's taught me that these details are just something in life that helps you be more creative around the solutions that you find. I'm so inspired by him to show other people how powerful a person can be when you have a great friend by your side who helps you find the positives in life, and even when you can't find them, will sit in the negatives with you.
xx
So, this was pretty close to our returning from New York...
We wanted to go up early to do some awareness raising stuff and acclimatise (getting all sporty) - getting used to the different oxygen levels that Jozi peeps live with when you need to cycle in it is not the same as just going to visit. But we were all good :)
Because it's in Joburg we clearly had to travel, seeing as we're Capetonians. Grant and the rest of the Kruger Conquerors began the journey to joburg by road - with the bike and the wheels and pins and stuff for the buggy - the Monday before the race. This was also the Monday after I got back to Cape Town. I went up with my mom by plane on the Tuesday. Turns out 2 hours is not that long in a plane ;)
We couriered the buggy up so that it was safe and so that airport personnel don't think we're completely insane. The logistics around travelling as a differently-abled buggy buddy are sometimes challenging. We learned that at the start of the race, in a big way, but I'll explain a little later.
We organised a couple of things to promote the fact that we were there like speaking to the kids at Waterkloof Primary School. What an amazing group of young people to interact with - we had so much fun spending time and sharing our stories with them and we look forward to working with Waterkloof in the future :)
We also had lunch with Sara, who is a wheelchair user and she raises awareness around Cerebral Palsy in her school environment as well as anybody who meets her. Sara is a Conqueror in her own right and inspires us to keep doing what we're doing.
Now, onto race day:
The night before the race, my beautiful friendle Kristina stayed over and we went to the race together. We woke up at 4ish. Well, the alarm went off at 4, and Kris got up and ready and proceeded to send messages to Grant about her unsuccessful missions to get me to vacate the bed ;) Eventually it happened.
So, we left home at 5, as according to plan. We were all set to meet up with Grant at 5:30 - Grant had the bike and we had the buggy and at some point we had to meet up to unite Beastie and his bike buddy. This then proved more challenging than initially planned. Officials who were supposed to guide people to the right place were not as helpful as they should have been, and we were directed to the completely wrong place.
I was still calm at this point - our start time was 6:51, so at 5:45 I was still calm. It didn't last long though. We were in communication with Grant the whole time trying to figure out where one another were...It is not as simple as you would think, especially when officials are telling us 500 different things. Kristina had to leave because she was also cycling, and we didn't want her to miss her start time at 7:00. Eventually we got to a point that was 900m away from where we were meant to unite. We were initially not allowed through the barricades BUT THEN Vernon (an amazing man who rode the Argus for The Chaeli Campaign last year) came to the rescue!
Vernon found a security guy or something and came to get us and escort us to where the rest of my team was. In that moment, Vernon was my hero. The time at this point in the experience is around 6:47, so I was pretty justifiably stressed out. I realised then that we were not going to make our start time (I knew, rationally, that it wasn't the biggest deal because we could just start later, when we got there, but in the moment rationality was not a trait I was practicing entirely). I was on the verge of tears and having a meltdown and I kept it together quite well, until I saw Grant. Then I overflowed.
So, I was sitting in the car crying while Grant sorted the buggy out. I need to clarify that I was relief crying. I could not believe that I had finally reached my partner after such a frustrating start to the day. Relief crying.
Grant came to put me in the buggy, I was still crying (pulling myself together, though) and when I reached the buggy, the music was already playing - Taylor Swift, 22 :) - and everything was ok. We rode the almost 4km to the start and with that our 94.7 Cycle Challenge was underway.
These are the moments where I know I have the right cycling partner, because he knows how to get me out of meltdowns and freaking out and focusing back on what we need to do. I appreciate so much that he can distract me from the stressful things that often happen and remind me that the things we cannot control, add to the fun and give us really good stories to tell afterwards.
That having being said, we started the race - half an hour later than intended - and a man cycled passed us, looked at me, and said "Well, someone's getting spoilt today" expected me to smile and wave. Considering the morning we had just had, I wasn't 100% in the smile-and-wave kind of mood yet. So, I replied slightly sarcastically with "Ya, this is such a party". People around us were shocked that I could/would make a comment like that. Grant just smiled and did a sort of "good chirp"-thumbs-up to me.
This was an interesting race for us for various reasons. Firstly, in the fact that Grant had never done the race, so we were completely unaware of the route. The race goes through Johannesburg and has an unfathomable number of uphills and seemingly fewer downhills. G was such a champion on every uphill, he did have some help on some of the more hectic ones. Gary (Grant's dad) who is always by our side, making sure that everything was fine, was doing just that - the dad to team Beastie :) and for this race, we had a couple new members of the team which was awesome! Kerrin (Grant's brother who lives in Johannesburg) joined us too and it was really special to have him share that with us. And then, the man who saved the day...Vernon. Vernon became a Conqueror that day and forever more. It's amazing to participate in an event like that when you are sharing it with such incredible people. Thank you to everybody that helped us out :)
The second thing that made the race interesting and a little more stressful and challenging was Johannesburg November heat. This was challenging because of my body's unco-operative temperature gauge which tends to fail to inform us of when I'm getting too hot. It became clear that I was overheating when we stopped at the beginning of the N14 - the LONGEST road I have ever traveled on, by the way - and we realised how hot I actually was only when we stopped moving and when I objected to Grant taking the Ipad away so that he could cool me down. We did have a plan for this - we had ice-packs and cold water in ziploc bags with us in the buggy, so we were prepared. Grant put one ice-pack at my neck and subsequently, unbeknown to me, had the bag of ice-cold water in his hands, above my head and poured it all over me. I was definitely awake after that.
Just so you don't think that I'm exaggerating and overreacting about the heat situation...it was around 33 degrees where Grant was on his bike. I am about 8cm above the road which is made of tar and tar gets very hot and heat rises...so, it was super hot. But, we sorted it out - keep calm and carry on. The women who were on the side of the road, supporting the race, got rather concerned about my well-being, which we appreciated, but G had it under control :)
Heat levels sorted, we continued on the seemingly-endless road that is the N14 and the uphills that come and go and come again. We rode passed many cows, chickens and other animals which was kind of the extent of the scenery to be expected on a highway.
When we reached what everybody calls 'heartbreak hill' we got excited because it's apparently the last uphill of the race. But here's the thing, it's the last recognised uphill of the race. It's quite a hardcore one, too, and when you finally reach the top there is an amazing downhill (you know, what goes up and all that). Followed by the soul-destroying final uphill. It's almost divine intervention that the downhill is so massive and you can pick up the amount of speed that you do, because you need the momentum to get you almost half way up. Again, heat became a problem.
When we finished and throughout the race we got a lot of support. Especially tandem teams - they can relate to us. The guy riding in the front gets how much work G is doing, and the guy at the back understands how much trust and faith I have to have in G. It was awesome and refreshing to have people who actually understand the way our team works.
We crossed the finish line with a time of 4hr17min! Grant looked back at me with a "Woohoo!" And don't get me wrong, I had that too, but I was so hot that I kinda just wanted to cry. So, Grant went into action...it is kind of amazing to me how tuned in he was to everything that I needed.
Because I was close to tears with heat, Grant was off his bike next to me - this is logistically interesting as you aren't allowed to stop the flow of people finishing, which meant that he was next to me with ice and stuff and Gary was steering the bike and Kerrin had Gary's bike. It's easier to move two bikes than a bike attached to the buggy. Logistics like a boss.
It's interesting the comments we get when we cycle and the case was no different at the finish of the 94.7. A lot of people congratulate us and tell us we're inspiring, and then you get other people who blow your mind with their comments.
One guy asked us whether we swap who is in the buggy...Now, I wasn't sure what that meant. I am a cerebral palsied wheelchair user, so clearly I'm not gonna get out of the buggy and cycle in Grant's place; and it's not like we have differently abled people strategically placed along the route. So, we said no, and he asked if the guys cycling with the buggy swap places. Gary proceeded to explain that I won't cycle with anybody else. Not a lie.
I trust G probably more than any other person in my life. I trust him with my life. The relationship that we have is special the way it is because he has an understanding of what I need with all the nitty-gritty details of disability that people forget to mention - and a couple of experiences that make those nitty-gritty details very real - and none of those things are a big deal. He's taught me that these details are just something in life that helps you be more creative around the solutions that you find. I'm so inspired by him to show other people how powerful a person can be when you have a great friend by your side who helps you find the positives in life, and even when you can't find them, will sit in the negatives with you.
xx
Friday, December 27, 2013
Crazy travels
It has been a crazy 6 months, to say the least - I think that's evident from the time between my last post....I cannot believe the things that have happened since my last update. So, to make up for lost time, the next few posts will be made in relatively quick succession just to make sure we're all on the same page.
The closest thing to my last post was my travelling to the Netherlands in September to handover the 2013 International Children's Peace Prize to Malala Yousafzai. It was an incredible experience to have had the opportunity to speak to Malala in a way that not many people get - I'm so grateful.
Being able to just spend time with Malala and her family was a very special gift. Malala has wisdom that is far beyond her years and I have a changed perspective on my activism because of the perseverance and determination that she has in hers. The fact that she carried on fighting for the rights of girls to an education even after being attacked and having her life endangered, shows a level of courage that few people have and it inspires me to have more courage in my life.
I'm so happy that I was able to welcome Malala into the Children's Peace Prize and I hope that we can grow our relationship in the future.
So, that was my epic September.
But this year has held some amazing experiences. And in November I was awarded the 2013 World of Children Youth Award!
The award ceremony took place in New York City. I know right, how amazing??
So, I traveled to New York with my mom - a week after writing my final exams for first year, which were possibly the worst-timed exams in history. I promise.
4 exams, 48 hours. Nuff said.
This scheduling resulted in illness but it's ok, we're hardcore. We can handle it. So, we flew to New York via Amsterdam which is a pretty long trip. And I had a cough, but not a regular cough people, a proper cough. This, in a plane with hundreds of people is really not ideal. However, having a free seat next to me for the first 12 hours of our trip really is ideal.
We were in New York for 4 days, but they were 4 amazing days. We had a lot of work that we were doing for World of Children Awards so we couldn't do all the touristy things but it was still an epic place to say I have seen.
Through the experience I have met the most passionate and incredible people that I will no doubt be working with in the future.
I am very excited to see where all of these relationships will take us. I guess time will tell.
Stick around to see it too
xx
The closest thing to my last post was my travelling to the Netherlands in September to handover the 2013 International Children's Peace Prize to Malala Yousafzai. It was an incredible experience to have had the opportunity to speak to Malala in a way that not many people get - I'm so grateful.
Being able to just spend time with Malala and her family was a very special gift. Malala has wisdom that is far beyond her years and I have a changed perspective on my activism because of the perseverance and determination that she has in hers. The fact that she carried on fighting for the rights of girls to an education even after being attacked and having her life endangered, shows a level of courage that few people have and it inspires me to have more courage in my life.
I'm so happy that I was able to welcome Malala into the Children's Peace Prize and I hope that we can grow our relationship in the future.
So, that was my epic September.
But this year has held some amazing experiences. And in November I was awarded the 2013 World of Children Youth Award!
The award ceremony took place in New York City. I know right, how amazing??
So, I traveled to New York with my mom - a week after writing my final exams for first year, which were possibly the worst-timed exams in history. I promise.
4 exams, 48 hours. Nuff said.
This scheduling resulted in illness but it's ok, we're hardcore. We can handle it. So, we flew to New York via Amsterdam which is a pretty long trip. And I had a cough, but not a regular cough people, a proper cough. This, in a plane with hundreds of people is really not ideal. However, having a free seat next to me for the first 12 hours of our trip really is ideal.
We were in New York for 4 days, but they were 4 amazing days. We had a lot of work that we were doing for World of Children Awards so we couldn't do all the touristy things but it was still an epic place to say I have seen.
Through the experience I have met the most passionate and incredible people that I will no doubt be working with in the future.
I am very excited to see where all of these relationships will take us. I guess time will tell.
Stick around to see it too
xx
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Vacation..
My vacation is basically at its end :( but I guess I need to appreciate that I have had a six week holiday. Not much to complain about, I rate. People say that university students are always on holiday, but I think those people have forgotten how much work we do when we are actually at university.
My holiday started early because I wrote my last exam early (yay me), so that was awesome! The problem with that, though, is that you have longer to wait to get your results than most people. Not the greatest situation, but hey. Half-way through the vac we received our results...I passed.
There were moments where I was doubtful. But alas, 4 subjects passed, no stress required about making up courses for lost credits. Yay!
So, getting back to the holiday vibes
My holiday started with doing nothing, as all good holidays should, and then something that I have been working on making happen for almost six years happened. My friend, James, who I met at the Wheelchair Dancing World Cup in Holland in 2008, came to see South Africa!! It was amazing to have him with us for two weeks and we had the opportunity to show off our beautiful country. Whoop whoop!
We had also organised to be a back-up vehicle for Elton Davids who is in training to participate in London-Edinburgh-London cycling challenge at the end of July in support of The Chaeli Campaign. Now, we are not being back-up for the trip in the UK (just to clear that up), we were back-up for one of Elton's training rides from Knysna to Cape Town which happened over three days. What a champ! It just so happened that this cycle was scheduled for while James was with us. This meant that James experienced a slightly different view of our country, as opposed to the usual touristy experience. We made so many memories on this trip - many of them are quite random "you had to be there" moments.
After James left I, once again, did minimal energy-consuming activities. I really believe that doing nothing is quite a tiring thing to accomplish in itself. Don't judge - it takes concerted effort to be lazy.
However, my personality is not one where this mindset lasts for long, because I get bored of being lazy and end up being a multi-tasker of note. So, I am pretty ineffective in the laziness department.
I think that brings us up to last week....
Last week I went to Johannesburg to attend and speak at the SAALED Inclusion Conference. It was the first time I had attended, so it was quite cool to be there. I was co-presenting with my mom and we spoke about our lives and how my disability has made it an interesting journey but that it is a choice to be positive about disability and attitudes.
Now, it's my last week of holiday - I don't think the last week of holiday counts as proper holiday because you are mentally always aware that your holiday is over in a matter of days. But, it's ok because the semester promises to be a good one and many new things are to come. Pretty exciting things, so here's looking forward...
:)
My holiday started early because I wrote my last exam early (yay me), so that was awesome! The problem with that, though, is that you have longer to wait to get your results than most people. Not the greatest situation, but hey. Half-way through the vac we received our results...I passed.
There were moments where I was doubtful. But alas, 4 subjects passed, no stress required about making up courses for lost credits. Yay!
So, getting back to the holiday vibes
My holiday started with doing nothing, as all good holidays should, and then something that I have been working on making happen for almost six years happened. My friend, James, who I met at the Wheelchair Dancing World Cup in Holland in 2008, came to see South Africa!! It was amazing to have him with us for two weeks and we had the opportunity to show off our beautiful country. Whoop whoop!
We had also organised to be a back-up vehicle for Elton Davids who is in training to participate in London-Edinburgh-London cycling challenge at the end of July in support of The Chaeli Campaign. Now, we are not being back-up for the trip in the UK (just to clear that up), we were back-up for one of Elton's training rides from Knysna to Cape Town which happened over three days. What a champ! It just so happened that this cycle was scheduled for while James was with us. This meant that James experienced a slightly different view of our country, as opposed to the usual touristy experience. We made so many memories on this trip - many of them are quite random "you had to be there" moments.
After James left I, once again, did minimal energy-consuming activities. I really believe that doing nothing is quite a tiring thing to accomplish in itself. Don't judge - it takes concerted effort to be lazy.
However, my personality is not one where this mindset lasts for long, because I get bored of being lazy and end up being a multi-tasker of note. So, I am pretty ineffective in the laziness department.
I think that brings us up to last week....
Last week I went to Johannesburg to attend and speak at the SAALED Inclusion Conference. It was the first time I had attended, so it was quite cool to be there. I was co-presenting with my mom and we spoke about our lives and how my disability has made it an interesting journey but that it is a choice to be positive about disability and attitudes.
Now, it's my last week of holiday - I don't think the last week of holiday counts as proper holiday because you are mentally always aware that your holiday is over in a matter of days. But, it's ok because the semester promises to be a good one and many new things are to come. Pretty exciting things, so here's looking forward...
:)
Monday, June 3, 2013
A little bit of everything - university life
I realise that I haven't been blogging in a while. Okay, fine, a long while. But things have been insanely busy.
University took over my life a little bit. They always tell you "life is about balance", but hello, where is the guy to tell me when I'm supposed to execute this balance? I don't know but I am figuring it out.
I just finished my first session of university exams...
Quite the intense experience, I must tell you. Especially when all your exams are all scheduled in the span of a week. Quite intense.
Here was my life over the last week:
Friday - Sociology
Monday - Politics
Tuesday - Anthropology
Friday - Philosophy
Let me break this down for you a little bit...putting politics and anthropology on consecutive days is a special form of evil. What makes it more evil is that they weren't even 24 hours apart, they were 16 hours apart - I decided to work this out when I was wondering why I was so tired on Tuesday afternoon. Then, I practiced one of my newly acquired university skills...
Napping.
I have subsequently decided to stop judging the nap and start embracing it. Embrace the nap, it's a key element to survival at university.
Some other things key to my university existence...
1. Caffeine - either from coffee or Coke depending on availability of cash as well as proximity to a coffee stand or vending machine
2. Meal vouchers - as a res student, you get meal vouchers when you're on campus for lunch. These are little pieces of paper valued at R22,60 of pure winning
3. Highlighters/tags - do not attempt a humanities degree without purchasing extreme numbers of highlighters and tags. This is not a joke, people, the reading for humanities is real.
here's some advice...don't kid yourself into believing that you will ever be on top of the readings. It's kind of an unrealistic dream.
But, having said that, next semester - after a six week holiday, I know, let the jealousy level rise - I will be more organised and more on top of my life, I will get more highlighters (there are many many fallen soldiers) and more tags (leading hopefully to more organisation). This is my pledge to myself and my degree.
Something that I heard about people doing and never thought I would be doing is changing minds and changing courses. Yet, I have done this...twice. But it's all good because this is (I hear) the purpose of first year - figuring out what you like, and what you never ever want to take again. I have sorted this out for myself and now I'm all set. Bring on next semester, after six weeks of course ;)
The thing I have to mention about my life and how it's changed is the people in my life, the friends I have made since being at university. These people are, in some ways, a foreign concept to me. I am getting used to having my disability not being such an issue for people. I have friends who are very willing to do whatever needs to be done.
I think I have found my forever-friends and I'm really excited about all the memories that we're bound to make. You guys will, no doubt, hear about some of these.
:)
University took over my life a little bit. They always tell you "life is about balance", but hello, where is the guy to tell me when I'm supposed to execute this balance? I don't know but I am figuring it out.
I just finished my first session of university exams...
Quite the intense experience, I must tell you. Especially when all your exams are all scheduled in the span of a week. Quite intense.
Here was my life over the last week:
Friday - Sociology
Monday - Politics
Tuesday - Anthropology
Friday - Philosophy
Let me break this down for you a little bit...putting politics and anthropology on consecutive days is a special form of evil. What makes it more evil is that they weren't even 24 hours apart, they were 16 hours apart - I decided to work this out when I was wondering why I was so tired on Tuesday afternoon. Then, I practiced one of my newly acquired university skills...
Napping.
I have subsequently decided to stop judging the nap and start embracing it. Embrace the nap, it's a key element to survival at university.
Some other things key to my university existence...
1. Caffeine - either from coffee or Coke depending on availability of cash as well as proximity to a coffee stand or vending machine
2. Meal vouchers - as a res student, you get meal vouchers when you're on campus for lunch. These are little pieces of paper valued at R22,60 of pure winning
3. Highlighters/tags - do not attempt a humanities degree without purchasing extreme numbers of highlighters and tags. This is not a joke, people, the reading for humanities is real.
here's some advice...don't kid yourself into believing that you will ever be on top of the readings. It's kind of an unrealistic dream.
But, having said that, next semester - after a six week holiday, I know, let the jealousy level rise - I will be more organised and more on top of my life, I will get more highlighters (there are many many fallen soldiers) and more tags (leading hopefully to more organisation). This is my pledge to myself and my degree.
Something that I heard about people doing and never thought I would be doing is changing minds and changing courses. Yet, I have done this...twice. But it's all good because this is (I hear) the purpose of first year - figuring out what you like, and what you never ever want to take again. I have sorted this out for myself and now I'm all set. Bring on next semester, after six weeks of course ;)
The thing I have to mention about my life and how it's changed is the people in my life, the friends I have made since being at university. These people are, in some ways, a foreign concept to me. I am getting used to having my disability not being such an issue for people. I have friends who are very willing to do whatever needs to be done.
I think I have found my forever-friends and I'm really excited about all the memories that we're bound to make. You guys will, no doubt, hear about some of these.
:)
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