Elaine was stopped by a race referee and her attention was drawn to the race number obscuring the sponsor’s name of the provincial license she had on. The referee informed her that she could be disqualified for this action but will let her off with a warning this time. Elaine, wanting to be the good club member she always is, immediately texted on WA, and every other way she could use to warn all her running friends of this “new rule”!.
This was news to Elaine and was quite a shock to find this out in KZN. Meanwhile, back home in the Irene News, this was reported in January that this is the new rule and runners must take note. When Wynand asked Elaine if she reads the news letter, she replied she only looks at the photos. Well Elaine, reading the pictures and laughing at the words nearly cost you a disqualification.
When you are a prim and proper person, using a word that could be interpreted incorrectly, could lead to embarrassment. Adriaan van der Merwe was competing in a race and in the group was Henk Basson and Joy Nicholl. At a certain point in the race, Adriaan had to pull off for a nature’s call. When he rejoined the group he looked perplex and remarked in Afrikaans Ek het my mannetjie verloor! In English that would be, I lost my little man.
The group was dumbstruck by this sudden revelation from Adriaan, and not sure what to reply just jogged on. Henk not wanting to embarrass Adriaan, but also wanting to satisfy his growing curiosity, asked if it was a number one or two, which forced Adriaan into the bushes. The logical explanation to his revelation would be that it was a number two and something went horribly wrong, maybe something unforeseen bit something that should not be seen.
Slowly the penny dropped and Adriaan, slightly embarrassed explained that it is his champion chip with the small Comrades icon on, that was damaged in the pit stop, and the “little man” Comrades icon is in actual fact what was lost.
I have often heard of actions speak louder than words, but Clinton Nicholl gave a new meaning to this phrase. The club approached Clinton to make 2 new “braai” drums for the club. Clinton is in the type of business where this can be done. Clinton gave his workers two drums with the instruction to cut the drums in half and make two braai drums with grids. Upon his return he found that four braai drums with grids were made. When he enquired about this his workers politely replied that he gave then 2 drums, and 2 drums, cut in half make 4 halves and therefore, 4 braai drums with grids were made. Actions do speak louder than words.
Alzheimer’s is a terrible sickness which I don’t wish on anybody, but it is a fact of life that many people suffer from it, and forgetting things, people, events, names etc is what happens to these people suffering from this dreaded decease. But it is not only Alzheimer’s that make people forget, sometimes old age also plays its part. Then there are the people that just do not want to show up and then claim they forgot, no Alzheimer’s or old age to blame. Two of our committee members, one the chairman fell foul to this excuse.
The committee had to interview the new cocktail dispensers (bar ladies) and Henk Basson was suppose to be there. He claimed that he completely forgot, but then, with a personalised number plate that reads “Oupa” (meaning grandfather) I guess, maybe, just maybe it could be contributed to old age, and that Henk even forgot to set a reminder on his cell phone. Louis on the other hand, was supposed to come and help with the filling of the lanterns and only remembered well after all the work was done and everything was packed away.
Now that to me sounds like a story, considering all the means of reminders like cell phones, wife, children etc, and to still put this ‘I forgot’ forward as an excuse. Sorry Louis, it does not fly. And if that was not bad enough, Louis forgot something even worse.
The club is running a competition for all members to attempt (in proportion) to lose the most weight in a specific time period. One of our attractive ladies in the club immediately wanted to claim the prize, even before the first weighing. When questioned about it she claimed she just lost 82 kilograms of ugly fat, she divorced her husband. Unfortunately my dear, that does not qualify you for the prize.
To get back to the chairman’s forgetfulness, Louis was supposed to bring a bathroom scale for the official last weighing on the 28th February. Needless to say the scale was conveniently forgotten. I have it on good authority that Kerry Trentham was very glad that the scale was forgotten as he could not make it to the club as he feels he might be in with a chance of winning this competition. Incidentally, Kerry is still married to his wife.
So there you have it folks, you be the judge, did these gentlemen actually forget, or what?
That’s it for this month so cheers vir eers.
The Running Reporter