Tag: Cape Town

  • The Perfect Distance … Part 3 (final)

    Part 3 (final for now) of  Facet 2 of what makes the Comrades Marathon an ultimate run More 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 just we are  – understanding, maybe our quirks and nuances, maybe…

  • Rest days

    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.  

  • 04:30

    Out on my rich streets. If I haven’t run a medal into my legs, I‘ve sure run joy into them. 0432 old car leaves trail of unburnt petrol. 0433 car lights go off, young lady gets out. She: Are you crazy?- Yes, are you?-I’ve been working-What work?-Waitress-*pause*-Bum hours-You’re jogging early?-Comrades-Oh, ok. Uh-oh that *pause. In…

  • real running

    Awake 10 min before the alarm, keen to run after rest days and the 5k yesterday. Quickly passed the hour I give my body to sip coffee, wake, rid itself of waste, muse and maybe talk to my son in Taiwan. Quickly, silkily went the 8ks run in a light drizzle. Legs great, spirit sparkling.…