Still running dreaming of the medal. Not really. I go over the route in my mind before sleep. By 8km, that steep little hill up to 45th cutting I’m asleep. But its ok, that first agitation is gone and my mind’s made peace with the effort to come. As I ran...
What to do on a running rest day? With the big day looming I have to run or laugh or beam. Life bursting my seams. Keep lid on. Jump in the pool, trim the lawn at 5 am? Took my coffee and crunchies to the planet conjunction – intimate now are Mercury, Jupiter,...
Agitation:stomach*mind*knees. Nice these taper days, running perfectly but I wish I could have done more. Ok, ok no matter how much I did I would wish the same. But this 8k is so easy man, and only 11 of these on Comrades day. Easy! <choke COUGH> At least I...
Oh I ran this morning in the foghorn mourn, touched the ground in the lightest way 94 kg can, legs running so very smoothly; shirt off to feel drizzle in the darkness; Fingernails glitter in the sparkle-night, toes call out, “us too, cut holes in the shoe”...
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...
