Sometimes so many thing happen at the same time in your life that you actually have no idea where to start. These last couple of weeks have been filled with hours of practice, preparing the students at my school for their version of High school musical – but that is a story for a different time.
Tonight I want to write about my weekend.
You know when you are actually so tired, not wanting to see people or actually engage in any physical activity – sleep the weekend away and only wake up for the occasional glass of wine and indulge in everything that society frowns upon? That was me on Friday.
After months of preparation and long evenings leading up to the finale on Thursday night, the musical a success, all I wanted to was to get i to a bed and avoid all human contact, be a hermit for a couple of days. But, of course, my wonderful schedule didn’t allow for it as I, I might add voluntarily at the time, joined a team to do the Warrior race on Saturday. The Toyota Warrior race basically consist out of a trial running obstacle course – 5, 10 or 15km. We decided to do the commando race, the 10km.
So Friday after work I got into my car and took the road trip to Johannesburg where I would be sleeping with one if the team members, together with another member and his wife (who was playing the role of our photographer for the day), also from my little hometown.
With me, dreading this weekend of both things I didn’t want to do, both human contact and physical activity, it became one of the weekend I once again realised that sometimes when you look up to things, the world has a way of surprising you in making it one of the best experiences that you can have. Friends really do make the world a better place, and I learned this weekend again the importance of friends who understand you, and both support you but also knows when you need space.
Following a crazy homemade pizza building experience on Friday night, dinking way too much wine for people running 10km the next day, we made our way to the starting line on Saturday morning. It was wet, muddy and a challenge worth lying ahead of us. But the three of us were each other’s support. Through every obstacle we were encouraging each other, pulling, pushing and making sure as a team we get through what we had to face. Giving me the courage and determination needed to survive. And that is what friends are for – in each obstacle in life, we should be there for each other. And there are so many times that I forget that, that I sometimes fail to do that for the people that mean the most to me.
Saturday, I decided to stay over at two of my best friends in Pretoria. My heart people. Friends but also family that is not bloodrelated. It was the first time in months that we’ve seen each other and we were able to support each other through the many obstacles that we’ve had to face the last couple of days, weeks, months and even this year. We know each other’s families and hearts and understand the impact it has on each other if a family members decide that you’re not good enough. That’s why we have each other. Singing and dancing into the night, drinking the famous Fokof lager at the local pubs. Carrying my one friend who has torn ligaments – that’s what we need, that’s what we need to do – support each other.
Today, after an amazing breakfast with them, I headed back to my little town to get home and I realised – I have great friends. And even though sometimes I feel I just want to get into bed and become that hermit, sometimes all you need is to spend time with the people that support you and also be the support that they need – that males all the difference.
Yes, tonight I have my time for myself. I’ll have my pizza and glass of wine, as has been the religious tradition on a Sunday night, but have had a full and fulfilled weekend with people that I love.
Be the support that you need. Make the memories that will live on.