The 16 year-old in me wants to run Comrades again. The 40 year-old know-it-all-with-a-silver medal starts, “Well if you want to do …” The ageless me, the one I want to know better, hugs them both. “Go to your memories”, he gently steers Lord40 away.
“Come, mister,” to Eager16. “If you want to do it, let’s run a bit. And don’t worry that you’re too young. We’ll get you into the race. If you want some help just ask.”
Warm-up, fartlek on the ups, panting, bright eyes.