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...
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...
Wouldn’t it be good to have Comrades theme that goes with “Chariots of Fire” that is at the same time universal, African and South African and rooted in the rhythms and spirit of the run? Drumbeats echo in all our souls. They start, I like to think, with the first...
