Chariots 2011

Two weeks ago the doctor joined a host of mainly white-clad runners in the inaugural St Andrews Chariots Race.  Based on the moving opening scenes of that memorable 80’s saga, Chariots of Fire, the race was a charity event for Sue Ryder Care.

It was our first big community event and we loved the sense of occaision on the beautiful West Sands Beach.  It started with a 1-mile kids race that drew a crowd and had some charming little competitors.  Including two tiny people who ran with their parents.  Go little teenies!

Kazuo did find the whole event a bit overwhelming – the noise, the crowds were all a bit much and he looked like this much of the morning:

But a little bit of time eating snacks in the dunes while Dada was racing seemed to bring it all into persepective. He was very happy to cheer Dada towards the finish line…

…and after making a very good time, the Doctor was also pleased to have been involved.

The event was put together in a very efficient manner and it seemed everyone had a great day.

This Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

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All Whites, All Right!

So I no longer live with the ignominy of coming from a distinctly un-soccery country – and in my extended family, that has been a deep shame, until today… by breakfast time this morning we had discovered the joyous news that 80% of the countries of our collective ethnicity (England, USA, Japan and now New Zealand) had qualified for the 2010 Soccer World Cup in South Africa.  It only remained for Ireland to make the grade… hmmmmm… by dinner time that seemed a little unlikely, boo….

Now I am probably the least sporty person I know.  And I am married to a man who – in the final weeks leading up to our wedding in 2006 – watched every game but two (that were played concurrently to other games) in the previous World Cup.  So I was castigated in the morning for not being quite enthusiastic enough.  But I do get it – watching the crowd cheering in Wellington when Rory Fallon celebrated his heroic goal


hooked me into the spirit of my tiny little nation, that always LOVES a sporting hero, making the grade against all the odds.  The last time that happened in this sport was when I was 11 years old, and I remember clearly my rugby loving parents getting up in the middle of the night to watch the excitement of little old Aotearoa playing with the big boys of world class football.

And as Akira pointed out tonight, there are nearly as many people living in the greater St Louis metropolitan area as in the whole of New Zealand, imagine if St Louis were to provide the sporting capabilities to qualify for the World Cup.  It IS a big deal… and I wish those boys all the best… as for us, well, we have at least four country stakes in the pool right now, so it will be a good World Cup in our house – and I am grateful that to begin with anyway, there will be no more jokes about Kiwis and football.  Bring on 2010!