Running riches The thing about all the running for Comrades is that it’s not just about the hard work; not just about the medal at the end. Being out in the full of the last of the night-refracted sunlight is part of the richness And we are thriving in bonus...
What stories do the log-book numbers tell? Distance 77 km in the Two Oceans week, 33 easy the next, then 56 and 65 km building to 80+ km longest week. It’s not a lot by the hero runner standards by it is more than the minimum and just a tiny bit less than what I...
The 10 year-old in me enjoys my running antics. His cheers are loud. He finds my name in the results; not worrying I don’t make the headlines. He loves the peeling naartjie smell, how his mouth sucks at its taste-burst after a run. The taste is as fresh as that of the...
On the past weekend’s little trail runs I remembered (a long ago running partner) Rick Shaeffer’s comment: When I was little. my mom shouted “Come out of the rain, stop jumping in puddles, you’ll get wet and dirty.” Now I run in the rain, jump in the puddles and take...
Back in the city-grime on its hard roads. Long weekend treat in a nature reserve: what of those riverside trails in the earliest light, mist on the water; hands-in-sleeves cold, grass wet, leaves drip, grin stretched up to the snow-topped mountains? Well they’re...
