I ran a 100m race wearing 8.5cm heels! And placed third.
I surprised even myself so for all intents and purposes, that should be the extent of my blog post but I know you love details. Here’s what went down.
On Saturday morning, Glamour magazine held their annual Stiletto Run at the Table Bay Hotel. Actually some indulgent Revlon pamper sessions and the Mainstay cocktail lounge held prime position in the hotel’s discreet garden.
The races however, open to readers who had registered and a host of celebs, were held slap bang in front of all and sundry at the V&A Waterfront Mall.
Shame! All those morning shoppers who wanted nothing but a chilled brekkie and some retail therapy were blasted by wave after wave of stiletto’ed women – and two men – tearing down a strip in the pouring rain screaming, my hair, my hair, it’s gonna frizz.
There was barely a mention of a grazed knee or heaven forbid, a broken ankle. On a wet day, it’s always about the hair hence my glittered camo cap.
Before we start, a few significant highlights need to be mentioned. First up are Cape Town ambassador Liezel vd Westhizen’s killer black suede and gold studded heels by Europa Art. Had she not being MC’ing the event, I would have wrestled her to the ground for them.
Liezel, you’re only safe cos you’re lovable. And an athlete. And 6 foot tall. So I know you would have whipped my ass. But otherwise… I’m hashtag justsayin’.
The Glamour vs GQ Mag race headlined by GQ Style editor Arthur Malan and his partner, GQ features writer, Jason Basson drew the biggest crowd. Both boys looked incredible svelte at the starting line in their Autumn tweed and wool. Until the gun went off.
Holy moly! All decorum and style went pear-shaped as Jason tore down the strip taking the longest strides known to man leaving the field in his size 10 shoe’d wake. He may even have covered the entire distance in that number of paces. Tops. GQ fashion ed Jen didn’t stand a chance in her size 5’s but the lady carried über style in black with awesome red lips and hair, so all evened out at the finish line.
I was pretty grateful not to have been in that race. To be beaten by a mile could only spell embarrassment. Right? Well, our’s was no better.
I spoke of an ass whipping earlier. That’s exactly what Sonia Booth did to us. Termed the Celeb / Blogger Race, we ran for the sponsor, Paige; an awesome American Brand of jeans which has just landed in SA.
Jissus! Sonia killed it down that stretch as if it were astro-turf at the Olympics. She crossed the finish line wa-aaay ahead of our pack with time to spare for a quick weave-adjustment and lipgloss application. Thandi then ripped into second place while I maintained a degree of dignity sneaking in at third. Karisa followed me closely into fourth position; after which the field got a bit messy.
Surprisingly, only two race-goers took a nas-tee fall. One, earlier in the day, by her own misfortune (hope she’s ok) and the other in our race. Blogger Nicci Bruce from City Kids Sting whom I had met in Durban last year, had challenged all spectators to sponsor each of her falls, but the jury’s still out on whether the fell on purpose or not.
See, a certain unedited video by celeb photog Denzil Jacobs may reveal the real reason for Nicci’s fall. Unfortunately – or perhaps fortunately – Denzil has only released the official version which is beautiful. All Chariots of Fire like and everything. Pity the scandalous version containing possible damning evidence landed on the proverbial cutting room floor. Or did it? Only time will tell.*evil grin*
Sadly, Kariss and I couldn’t stay much longer as we were heading off to a party on a yacht. (I know, I know.) I’m not sure who the ultimate winner on the day was but the lady wearing the fastest stilettos in town took home an R11 000 shopping voucher from the V&A Waterfront and a R4 000 one for Europe Art shoes. Everyone else received a subscription to Glamour and an uber- generous goodie bag including some awesome Revlon cosmetics.
I racked up a killer pair of Paige Jeans for placing third. Not too shabby for someone who never exercises, right? Clearly getting a deluxe pedi and carbo-loading on pasta the night before worked some kind of magic. Or maybe heels are just my thing.
Speaking of shoes, here’s what the ladies and gents wore on the day.
The absolute cherry on the top was that charity emerged the ultimate winner, as a percentage of the entry fees formed a donation to Wheat Trust. Women’s Hope, Education and Training is a community based organisation geared toward supporting women in small businesses with funding and education.
As you can see, this was clearly a day about beauty and the power of being a woman. I’m definitely doing this again next year. And may even consider training for it. Or maybe not.
Have a glamorous day, ladies and gents.
love & light