So its off to the Durban today. Won’t be sorry to get sunshine, warmth. Cape Town has been wet for days; not bad in one way but for the risk of a cold or flu is. Others will be doing the same, stretch in the plane, wink at the baggage carousel. Often the same...
So why Comrades 2011, so far, hard? Got so much before, so what come back? Partly I know: be strong for my life’s autumn; healthy for two beautiful kids; top-up my soul with moon, stars, friends, more of the riches of the running world. But one more medal holds...
Stepped into a bit of a southeaster this morning – woke the sweat, jasmine of summer, inner-city urine supper; reminded me of of how all the steps in the way I run now and will run in 11 days. Didn’t much notice the run. Too short to quick. My moon-shadow...
Met a guy in a Comrades jacket. First time I’ve heard someone say “Last year I came 8000 something. This year I want to improve my position.” Other than those the very top athletes I didn’t think people cared much about position. Other numbers...
Two weeks to perfection. Lie in next to a warm body, soft breath, hair across the pillow. With a little one too, angel-breath, elbow in my ear; rain gurgle in the gutter, car swish in the road. For now I’ll take now a bouncy run-grin-beam. Streets silent before...
