The numbers of my run

  Stepped lightly into a cold wind, clear sky for the first run after the big day 8 days after the race. Recovery, a warm bed, gurgling rain, a dash of glory kept me inside before then. Felt good from the very first step. At even the lightest effort my pace was...

Pilgrimage

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...

The big day looms big

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...

Summer breeze

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...

Misty tapering

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...