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...
Friday cold wind howling, rest day Saturday, just feel tired, cold wind howling, wimp the run Sunday, still tired, cold wind howling, not normally a running day Monday, I understand that my recovery from Comrades is not yet complete, though my legs are getting perky....
The only problem about recovering from Comrades; from a big near 12-hour challenge, also from monnths of training almost as hard as I can. I can’t run. Otherwise its great. Lazy easy runs, time to enjoy them. Feeling strength return. Run-health fizzing through...
