I loaded everything up: notebooks, pens, bible, sunscreen, money, whatever -
Oops! couldn't find a water bottle.
Never mind, it'll be ok.
Hmm, haven't had breakfast.
Ag, I'll get something when I get back.
I set off down the steps and in five minutes was on the beach, walking along the waters edge. Halfway along I decided to sit down on the sand and do some communing.
It was great: the water an incredible turquoise colour, the day windless and warm.
I talked to God and wrote things in the sand.
Peaceful . . Rewarding . .
Then - the Artist's Date -
I should tell you - the artist's date is supposed to be TWO HOURS of alone time!
No TV, no computer, no work - just space for you. . .
I kept looking at my watch, like, "Are we there yet?"
How can the time go so slowly?
Soon the 'lovely and warm' day became 'Oh help, HOT HOT HOT!
And - thirsty!
Dear heaven, was I insane to come out for so long in this weather with no water!
Think Namib. . .
Shall I walk on to Kalk Bay?
Um - no.
Next evidence of genius:
I remember I need a couple of things from the chemist.
And since the chemist is right by the beach, it makes sense to pop in there
And since thats right next to Pick n Pay, let me just grab a few essentials from there.
In one way, that was really efficient thinking.
But where it matters - NOT.
Now laden with a heavy Pick n Pay packet as well as the backpack, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth with thirst, ( WHY didn't I buy a Coke!!??); my stomach digesting itself with hunger and getting me back by unleashing fainty feelings on me, I face the trip home.
Up the mountain, people.
Those lovely views?
They come with a price.
The tag is - its all uphill on the way home.
Shall I just say, I stopped many times to rest along the way?
Sagging, sweating, gasping, hoping like h**l no one I knew would see me,
sure I was about to have a heart attack any moment,
chastising myself for not having made a will.
I wondered whether to take the easier route through the neighbourhood garden - but dithered because if I collapsed there, it might be a while before I was found.
I eventually arrived at my gate, rung the bell for my househelp (although I had the key) and waited for her to come to the gate.
"Milcah, gasp gasp, please take my backpack and the packet upstairs.
I'll come up in a while" . . .
She was very sympathetic, but I bet she was grinning to herself at this crazy woman who went out for a walk and arrived home in a state of collapse!
I dragged myself upstairs, thankful that my heart had held out long enough for me to die in peace on my couch, in front of the TV.
Dear heaven, please let this humiliating experience be enough to motivate me (at last) to gain a measure of fitness.
And a measure of wisdom.