Friday, April 4, 2014


In 3 weeks time I do my 1st Olympic distance Triathlon, Cape Town ITU.  I have been training for 9 weeks now which consists of 3 swims, 3 runs and 3 cycles a week with one rest day.  I am sure you can do the math which means some days are brick days, 2 disciplines in one day.   I am bloody exhausted and just trying to consume enough food to keep up with the energy demands is tiring in itself.

With 3 weeks to go I am at that point where I lay in bed at night and imagine the frenetic start of the swim in the frigid smelly harbour.   Fighting my way through hundreds of athletes as I try to get to that buoy and back not panicking and trying to keep my goggles from being kicked off my face.  How will I deal with the extreme cold and how the hell do I try and rush through transition with fingers clumsy and frozen?   My biking is not up to scratch with way too few kilometers in these skinny legs of mine.  Thank goodness the bike ride is flat but what do I wear?  April 26th…could be a sunny day and could be a butt cold stormy day?   Getting off the bike on my wobbly legs and running the 10kms in front of thousands of spectators.  This is not a typical newbie event.  Most of the athletes are seasoned pros or at least experienced athletes.   43 year old midlife crises housewives are few and far between.  Of course part of me is excited to be part of such an awesome event and see all the pros from around the world.  They will be finished, showered and have had lunch by the time I finish but I too will be part of this event.      

So yes, I both dread it and look forward to it and I am certainly looking forward to it being over and life going back to normal.  When I am not running I have plans to work on my running over the next few months to try and increase my distance.  When I AM running I think bugger it, this sucks and I am SO not going to focus on my running.   When I get closer to Clanwilliam I will start training again but that’s a fun one with short doable distances.  I want to try take off 20 minutes off my previous 1:58 time.  The big question is do I enter 70.3 next year?   Do I dare to take on this challenge that I know will consume my time, energy, money, focus etc even more so than this triathlon?   Half Ironman?   Me?   Can I even run 21km on a normal given day never mind after a 1.9km swim and 90km bike ride?   Can I ride the 90km bike ride in the allocated time without being swept off the course?  Paying all that money and all that training and then not being allowed to finish will be devastating.   I feel like it’s now or never.  The following year I take on all 10 modules to complete my last year of my Social Work degree and I will have my pracs as well.  Rebeka will start her 1st year of high school.    I don’t know, I feel torn.  Wanting to do this race yet knowing what it will require of me.  Knowing how I would feel if I had to complete it, knowing how hard I would need to push myself and actually finishing would just blow my mind.   This weekend the guys do FULL Ironman.  Thank goodness I really have no desire to do a full, my body cannot, I don’t want to.  Yet I do admire them so and know what they have put in for this one day where many will continuously race for close to 16 hours.   The absolute world bests will do it in 8.  It’s almost too much to watch, seeing how some people practically crawl over that finish line.  Others who have to hear the gun go off at midnight knowing they have missed the cut off.   Our human spirit and drive stays something I am in awe of.   I want in, I want part of the magic but is the price too high?   I don’t know…

Sunday, March 30, 2014

100 days of Gratitude

Tomorrow is April 1st and one of my fave months.  I have seen a few people doing a 100 days of happiness posts on FB and while I love it, I am not in that space to keep up happy for 100 days.  I know it’s a choice and finding the simple little things that make us happy but I have decided to do 100 days of gratitude instead.

I haven’t said anything lately for fear of boring you all but my Dystonia is extremely bad at the moment.  My mouth is incredibly painful and I am once again constantly sipping hot tea, cold water, lip-ice on lips and sucking sweets.  I met a lady this weekend while on the river that has dystonia in her whole body.  Her hands and feet and back are especially bad.  It was great for both of us to chat and share although I was surprised how unconnected she is.   I find it easier to find other Dystonia sufferers to compare docs and meds and who get how utterly depressing it can be.  I also felt guilty because she has it so much worse than me and many sufferers are limited in their physical activity.   For me it’s just the pain aspect and speech but otherwise I am not limited in my movement.

My triathlon is in less than 4 weeks.  I am really nervous and don’t feel prepared at all.  I know I have just under  4 weeks so do have time but it is still daunting for me.  Doing the sprint distance was such a biggie so doing double is pretty scary.  I am also afraid of the icy cold water and apparently the smell in the harbour is pretty bad so I don’t want to feel nauseous as swallowing some lovely stinky sea water will unfortunately be inevitable.  I am not sure how stiff I will be getting out my wetsuit and then onto my bike.  I get cold quite easily.  I might wear an old top over my Tri suit and then just turf it mid cycle when I get hot.   The run will be OK as I can walk when I need to but I am still hoping for sub 1 hour 10km run.  Maybe unrealistic but we will see.  I know many of you think why do something like this when I am already anxious and struggle with back pain as well as my mouth.  I get that it doesn’t always make sense but so much of it does.  Growing up non sporty in a very non sporty family and then getting to totally reinvent myself at age 40 is cool.  Love it.  I love the camaraderie of the sport.   I love the extremeness, the discipline and sheer force of will it takes.  I love calling myself an athlete, it is so foreign for me.  Athlete?   It is also a way of saying F-you to my back and my mouth.  As a stubborn old mule I refuse to accept that my physicality means I can’t play.  I am playing too!  Not as fast and not as far (no thanks to full Ironman!!) but none the less I am swimming, cycling, running and I am doing it with everyone else.   

So, plan:  Chat to my coach and get some perspective.  Practice a transition after a cold sea swim when I am at the slurring speech stiff fingered stage.  Do a 40km cycle time trial and see if I can get to 90 minutes.   Buy cycling shoes, MUST get out my takkies and over my fear!!  Will be only arlie at ITU in takkies cycling along with all those people watching.    Phone my neuro and ask why my back still so sore a week after the facet block.  Right, back in the saddle.  I can do this, I’ve got it.  Grateful already and #100daysofgratitude only starts tomorrow.    

Friday, March 7, 2014

Keeping Sofie, Keeping sane. The Plan:

A major way of dealing with my anxiety is planning.   My entire study schedule is mapped out for the year with each day having a different subject and quantity of work I need to get through.  Holidays are blocked out (the 1st year I made the mistake of scheduling studying in during school holidays and it just doesn’t work)  My files are labelled and shelved and my books on labelled sections of my shelf.

The kid’s schedules of extra murals are written up for each day.  The sports bags are immediately repacked and hung up on hooks in the garage.  I have everything written in my diary and reply slips and money are sent back the next day.  Fetching them stresses me out every single day as they all finish the same time at different locations.  I am longing for Daniel’s car more than he is!

Now that I have a Tri coach my training schedule is carefully worked out.  I have only ever missed one day and I hated missing it.  Made me irritable and anxious.  I like to see what I have to do each day and even when I run, I take a little piece of paper with to complete the set.   Control=calm.

I never run out of loo paper, cleaning materials, bread or milk.  If I can avoid situations that cause me stress then I do.   When I blogged often in the past and it was about something controversial I used to get very anxious when people got nasty in the comments.  Now my life is too crazy to debate over random topics that cause all sorts of trolls to come out and vomit up their malice.  I have also learned that mean people are usually hurt and insecure.  They break down others because they themselves are broken.  It makes me softer in my response and I take it less personally.

The problem with my life at the moment is I have too much going on and nothing can give right now.   I am consciously controlling my anxiety every day but my Dystonia is very bad and my mouth extremely sore so I guess much if it is physiological and beyond my control.  Next week is PMS week and then the wheels normally come off.  I have xanor for emergency and plan on taking it for 3 days to get me through those hairy days.

I sound a bit OCD but I am really not.  It’s my stress management techniques I employ so I can lessen the anxiety.   The school situation with my Sofie almost sent me over the edge.  I take this mama thing very seriously and I am well aware of the potential we have as parents to make or break our kids.  Studying psychology doesn’t help as most of the sh*t adults deal with seem to stem from childhood issues.   Anyway the Sofie plan is as follows:

No Waldorf school for now.   After the 1st visit I thought what an amazing place for her.  Then I started researching and like anything alternative, opinions are either very pro or very anti.  My biggest concern was integration back into main stream school if I sent her to a regular high school which is the present plan.  If she did stay how would she cope at varsity?   Some said fine, some said they were way behind.  A friends sister had to be home schooled for a year just to catch up.  Each child is an individual so it’s hard to say.  Apparently the discipline is not strong but she is a well behaved child so that wasn’t an issue.   Lack of sport also not an issue as she has club swimming, riding and rhythmic gymnastics each week.  But anyway, Waldorf shelved for now.

Coping mechanisms at her present school:  I have employed a tutor once a week who is highly trained and teaches at another school.   She will help her once a week for now and every day during exam time.   She is over qualified so doing me a favour actually and Sofie loves her so it’s a win-win.   Then every day Rebeka meets her sister at her class to help pack her bag with all the books she needs.   Old clothes come home, sports bags, lunch boxes and most importantly the correct books.  Rebeka gets paid R20 a week and Mom keeps her sanity.  I know I am not empowering Sofie but when she is a little older and less overwhelmed she will learn to do this all herself.  Sanity 1st!    I have kept her on the 10mg Ritalin for now and quite honestly don’t know if it’s making any difference.  If she continues to cope how she is coping I will either keep it at 10 or take her off to see if there is a difference.  I will not change 20mg unless I absolutely have to. 

I am also looking at ADD and ADHD kids in a whole new light.   The amount of Loebenberg kids who have ADD and ADHD is crazy.  I have decided it’s not a disability.  It’s simply an inability to cope with the rigidity of the mainstream school system.  We have smart well balanced kids who are simply too clever or creative to do arb and boring mundane tasks in their grey socks and grey trousers.  These are curious creative people who when they find something interesting, can hyperfocus.  It is why so many entrepreneurs are ADHD  and very successful.  They are leaders who think out the box, who are prepared to take risks.  I am excited to see who they all grow up to be one day.  As we driving to gym today Sofie asks me: If a mother who only has one child loses that child because her child died, is she still a mother?  What a very sad question but a rather deep one for a little person of 9.  Yes my Sofie, she will always be a mother.    I will always be a mother, I will always worry about my kids and I will always do my absolute best for my 3 people who I am so blessed to have given birth to.  Like I said, super fierce and extremely vulnerable all at the same time, that’s just how we mothers roll.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

When your kids just do not fit the rigid shape mainstream school demands

Its 4.19am and I should be sleeping.  I have a crazy day ahead starting with a 6.00am swim training session.   But I need to write and I need to share and I need you to share back.
Most of you know I have a 17 year old boy who has ADHD.  He is incredibly clever, impulsive and analytical and mathematical.  He is an entrepreneur and he will do something remarkable with his life one day.  Yes I sound like a biased mother but I have always said it and I speak it over his life.   Although his grades don’t reflect it he had to take an international test to get into the Australian school 2 years ago and he scored 95% for maths and 90% for language.   This is a world wide test for all kids his age.  Daniel is not an average kid but he IS in a mainstream school and forced to fit into a shape he doesn’t naturally possess.  To get him to get through this sausage outdated old factory he needed meds which we started in grade 5.  We only did week days as on weekends and holidays I wanted my real Daniel, crazy as he makes me.   Now he is in grade 12 working his butt off to up his marks so he can go to university.  His maths marks are 6% too low for the course he wants to study.  His school refused him extra time despite his paed's report on his ADHD.  They wanted me to have him reassessed again by a number of people despite him being on meds for 5 years with an expert doc and an assessment by an educational psychologist.  His spelling and writing and lack of time means his intelligence and capability is not reflected in his grades.  

Rebeka is 11, a very artistic, sensitive and compassionate little person.   She is left handed and loves to draw and write.  She is a people pleaser and likes order.  She copes well in the sausage factory although the bullying side stays hard for her.  I have noticed her creativity has decreased somewhat over the years as school forces her to follow the pattern.  Fortunately she does art and drama and music which I intend to encourage.  She loves riding and has a unique bond with horses, another beautiful sensitive animal.

And Sofie, at 9 just diagnosed with ADD and drowning at school.  In real life at home she sings and draws and dances and every night I have to make up a dream for her in a fantasy world.   She has always had anxiety which school just exacerbates.    She is my mermaid child, my dancing ballerina on a horse.   After school she has art and drama and solo singing and guitar and rhythmic gymnastic where she gets to twirl and dance and move.  That’s her stage, where she is confident and Sofieliscious.  

Last night I watched this clip on TED and I watched a few others including one by a 13 year old boy taken out of mainstream school at age 9.  I watched another talk from Ken Robinson about creativity being as important as literacy, Prof Ken is hilarious btw.  While it clearly gave me another sleepless night it did really confirm what I have been thinking lately.   I just don’t know what to do with my Sofie and my gut tells me to take my butterfly and find her a garden to grown in before she either dies in mainstream school or I medicate her until she becomes a moth and copes and fits the correct shape.  She would still be happy, she would enjoy school more and she would cope with the big pressure and workload grade 4 brings.  But would she still stay my Sofie, my Sofia Josephine…destined for great things in a creative and colourful space she presently occupies.   I don’t believe so.  I went to The Waldorf school open day on Saturday as an alternative for her.  I think she would love it but I have many concerns.  Gary more so.  After reading the big anti-Waldorf rants he googalised we are just unsure.  For now she would thrive there but am I doing her a disfavour in the long run?  If I send her to mainstream high school (I want her to go to Rhenish) will she cope?  Will Waldorf equip her for varsity, for a career?  Am I thinking too short term?   I just don’t know.  If anyone has experience with a Waldorf school please mail me or inbox me, good or bad, I need the info.  Add is

I would need to decide now.  I have paid my fees for the whole year at her present school so would hope they would reimburse me.  Waldorf is three times the fees.  I would make my complicated life more so with 3 kids in 3 schools.   I would leave Rebeka all alone at her present school, she has less than 2 years left and is doing so well so would not move her.    I haven’t told Sofia yet so please do not say anything.  Last time I wrote a update about Rebeka on FB I asked the school parents not to say anything to their children and they did anyway and she was embarrassed.  I don’t want to stress Sofia out until Gary and I have both decided and then I will take her to the school so she can see herself.    What the feck am I doing?  It feels like I am at this crucial crossroads with my daughter and I don’t know which way to go.  I am going to pray more, research more, visit the school again and I am going to hope for advice from you lot, especially the ones with unique ADHD and ADD kids and Waldorf experience. 

I am beginning to think that all these ADD and ADHD kids I know, many of them my relatives are simply butterflies caught in the moth system and the only way we can get them to cope is to medicate them so they are able to learn in that forced pattern in an increasingly competitive and demanding world.  Are we helping them, making their lives easier so they cope, love school and keep their self-esteem or are we killing their spirit and their uniqueness in a world where we are forced to conform?  I don't know, I just don't know.