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The Duracell Bunny

Monday, January 26th, 2009

duracell

Much has been asked about my adopted name of Duracell, so I thought I might write a bit about the history of the Duracell bunny…

In today’s high tech world where almost everything is remote controlled, it’s difficult to image life without batteries, but let’s be honest, batteries are not a product that immediately create an emotional response.

In Duracell’s case however, that is exactly what happened when the company introduced Duracell Bunny to the world.
It began in 1973, when breakthrough advertising was developed to communicate that Duracell alkaline batteries lasted much longer in than ordinary and inexpensive zinc carbon batteries. A small pink, fluffy bunny was created, who, powered by Duracell batteries, was able to outlast all others in an array of colourful challenges.

The Duracell Bunny made his debut appearance in the US 35 years ago, in a commercial that included a group of drum-banging pink bunnies. The winner was the Duracell Drumming Bunny, the message was loud and clear – powered by the long-lasting Duracell battery, he’s unstoppable.

Where did I get the name? From two of my very, very fast running buddies here in South Africa, but the interpretations have been many! As some will know I am a complete bunny hugger, and faithful to saving all furry ones, but in reality, it’s because I just keep going no matter how many times I fall!

70.3 Buffalo City

Monday, January 19th, 2009

Just got back from the 70.3, and it is an especially bad feeling doing a DNF in your first race on Team TBB….

Well, This is the story! Sometimes things are just not in your control, and these acts of fate unfortunately usually happen when things are going well. A week before the race I had the misfortune of having a ridiculous “accident” at the pool where I swim, which resulted ultimately in the less than smiling, first ever IM DNF!

A rather large kid was running around the pool as I was walking to the changerooms, he was not watching where he was going and came straight for me at high velocity. In the act of trying to evade the inevitable collision, I swung to the side, slipped awkwardly and hit the deck! Kid laughed, I wanted to cry – for some reason I pulled something rather painfully in my left calf. It hurt, but I never imagined that it would result in something more serious!

A trip to the physio indicated that I had somehow incurred a slight tear in a muscle situated behind the shin bone of all places??? The week before the race resulted in the yo-yo feeling of is it getting better or worse and will I be able to run? It was often ok in the morning, but by the afternoon it was swollen and throbbing. On advice, it was decided that I would not run until the race, and I could bike and swim with no serious discomfort.

The Saturday before the race was a nightmare, it felt better in the morning, and by the afternoon I was back to limping around. It was a terrible feeling, like I was going into battle with a stick and others had guns and grenades!

Not wanting to let the team down, and Alex who had come all the way to watch the race, I decided to give it a try anyway – after all, if you don’t you never know when it may turnout to be the race of a lifetime!

Sadly, it did not sway in my favour – the swim was good, but then the relentlessly hard bike course (45km of climbing and head wind) bore no sympathy for my aching calf muscle :-( . I rode as best as I could, but at the end of the bike I knew that I was causing more damage, and decided that I had to DNF and rather refocus on being right for the training camp and IM SA in April.

Having not had an injury in the last ten years (except the odd bike crash), this has been really hard to swallow and has necessitated a large chocolate consumption :-) , but as they say sometimes things just happen for a reason…

Introductions

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

Well, for my first blog, I thought it might be nice to introduce myself and tell you a bit about me!
I am of course, over the moon to have been accepted into Team TBB, especially since I thought that Coach Sutto would just laugh at my initial e-mail and hit the delete key instantaneously, thinking who the heck is this nobody from South Africa? He still does have the odd laugh at me I am sure, but what I do know is that he has given me the chance that I have wanted so bad for so long and I don’t care about the rest!

I was born and bred in the town of Benoni in South Africa, which is basically an old mining town about 30km from Johannesburg. Benoni is unfortunately known for all the wrong reasons, like supporting the wrong rugby team and in general for being a little backward, and so we are often the brunt of national jokes! YET! Films have been made about the town, and the Oscar winning actress Charlize Theron is from here too!

My parents were both immigrants to the country in the 1960′s, my mother being French (Paris) and my father German (Hildesheim). So as you can see, I am a bit multicultural, but I definitely inherited an affinity for fine french cheeses!

My sporting backround is probably not the most stellar, as where I come from, sports was really just for fun! I do, however, recall the competitive streak in me, having always wanted to swim more lengths than my sister of our pool at home, or stay under water longer! The fact that she was four years older was never a factor for me!

At school I was never a sports star, the fact that I have always had poor vision meant that I was pretty useless with any game involving hand – eye co-ordination. Given that I was always the last kid to be picked for the team, I decided to try all sports anyway, but the ones that I could do by myself were the ones that I tried the hardest at.

In high school, I discovered that I could actually run quite well over the longer distances that nobody else wanted to run, and so started my athletic career. Although it was never very serious, being good at something certainly made it more enjoyable!

I went on to study at Bachelor of Arts degree at the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, specialising in Political Science and International Relations, with an Honours degree in Politics. You must understand that it was the ’90′s back then, and in South Africa, politics was cool then! I am still going to pursue my career in politics when I grow up, so that I too, can get driven around in a luxuary air-conditioned German car!

I was 19 when I did my first triathlon – a fun event organised by the local gym where I used to go and check out the boys! It is very funny to think now, that I came out the swim third last that day, wondering how it was possible to keep on swimming into reeds! It was always the thought of ‘what if I could do better?’ that kept me motivated to keep trying and doing races.

I have since done many, many, races all over the globe, yet am still no closer to getting a “real” job! My question is “why?” is a “real” job as much fun? How does a “real” job compare to the feeling of winning the “real” big race you have always dreamed about?