Drizzle or the overcast sky laughing at an early plopper doing the last of only 4 of the 500 m hill reps? Glad Robyn was awake to pull the trigger-words “peaked too soon”. My target-7 reps:hard work is good you know. Heart-rate up past Comrades slog level, but not...
Part 3 (final for now) of Facet 2 of what makes the Comrades Marathon an ultimate runMore of the finish-line feeling: With relief, achievement, the affirmation and culmination comes more. Unwrapped by the run is an acceptance and a fuller appreciation of ourselves...
Warm morning, easy running, no problem to go out, to run harder to feel that what I do is training. My friend Linda suggests discipline gets me up-I wish I had an iron will. Something else drives me: maybe I need to be strong for my family and my autumn years; maybe...
Three Sundays from now I’ll be peeing on a dry bush at the bottom of Fields Hill, maybe someone’s toes. Getting agitated. Flushed legs with 20 min gym cycle this morning, electrolyte cap, lots of water. Didn’t that do wonders? Now the strain on the...
Wake to downpour, drink slow coffee, step into drizzle. Run cold, hands in pockets. Trees-drip, gutters gurgle. Rain goes. Shift gear, arms up, what’s this? Just a jump from tractor power to free-plopping. Smile rise, grin bake, car swoosh, lights go green. Gear down,...
Foghorns, the mist, a Cape Town autumn morning will have to wait. Robyn needed sleep after a hard night with Emily so I got this instead. May my rest day today instead of tomorrow. Maybe run this evening. Lots of options. Lots of life. Lots of love....
Yep I was born for the early morn. Stars press down, closest of all you the Alpha of Centaurus. Long ago on a midnight mountain run, you looked double to me. Been drinking too much, I thought. Later I read you *are* two stars waltzing, and because of Proxima Centauri,...
Heavy rain woke me. Grit teeth, sleep to alarm. Sky clear clear, big smile. Venus & co not up yet – good chat with Alpha Centauri, my beacon since childhood. Cascading memories, flaring poems. Forgot to count the hill repeats. I know I did 6, hope I didn’t do 7. A...
Part 2 of Facet 2 of what makes the Comrades Marathon an ultimate runFirst, more of the feeling on crossing the Comrades finish line. With relief and achievement comes: a marvellous affirmation of all that you dared, all that you did, all you prepared, all you...
… another thousand thoughts. With each step a cascade of well-being. What to write, what to say? Just this then: had coffee with Venus and co today, the moon was rather late. And from time to time I pushed my plop-flop running to a plap-flap; by the end it was...
