Part 2 of Facet 2 of what makes the Comrades Marathon an ultimate runFirst, more of the feeling on crossing the Comrades finish line. With relief and achievement comes: a marvellous affirmation of all that you dared, all that you did, all you prepared, all you...
… another thousand thoughts. With each step a cascade of well-being. What to write, what to say? Just this then: had coffee with Venus and co today, the moon was rather late. And from time to time I pushed my plop-flop running to a plap-flap; by the end it was...
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...
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,...
Facet 2 of what makes Comrades an ultimate run Crossing the finish line after running ~90 km is a marvel; even if it’s running that is also walking, cursing or crawling. That feeling, that fizz and burst, makes the Comrades distance exactly right for a perfect...
