They say that every runner should cross train. But finding the perfect complementary activity can leave even the most dedicated of us a little bent out of shape.
Just Running
I had a dream…
How do you let go of a dream? Even if it’s based on the wispy tendrils of a wing and a prayer? Even if, in your heart of hearts, you knew it was the remotest of remote possibilities? I entered Comrades this year. I know. 88km. 12 hours. So very, very far. And I know […]
So THAT’S a marathon!
The Cycling Husband and I ran our second marathon yesterday, but it’s fair to say that this was the first real one. Because New York just doesn’t count. If you really want to understand what it feels like to run a marathon, you need to do it in the East Rand. Ok, so Edenvale. It’s […]
A storm in a pee cup
I love everything about running. I love the way running makes me feel alive. I love the way it makes me feel strong, and capable. I love the lumo kit. I love the super bling shoes. I love running with my friends so we can vent about the small stuff and get it out our systems […]
The incredible story of how the Cycling Husband became a Running Robert
As some of you might know, I recently started running with this cyclist, aka The Cycling Husband. After training for about two days, and moaning for about two weeks about the state of his knees after those two days, he whipped my ass in Skukuza. It took me another two weeks to forgive him. Because, […]
Runnin’ down my dream
You know I ran a marathon the other day, and my running watch lost all the data? True story. Never, never, ever admit in public that you are an App addict, or as my friends refer to it, a Strava asshole. Karma will always get you in the end! So despite the fact that I […]
The road worrier
It’s less than a week until that Little Run in a Big City, and so it stands to reason that I would have a very unpleasant muscle spasm in my back that rendered me basically immobile for half of Sunday. Seriously? I know the gods of running and I are not friends, we haven’t been […]
The wisdom of youth
When I was young, I thought my parents knew it all. But now that I am a parent, I am discovering that my children are infinitely wiser than I. Could it be that the wisdom gene skipped a generation? (Surely not!) Or possibly that my parents didn’t know it all after all, and that wisdom […]
My name is Kim, and I am an app addict
I hate Strava. I am a dedicated user, but I really, truly hate it. With aggression. And that little angry red emoticon. Mostly because I am an addict. And, like most addicts, I don’t really understand how I got to this point. I had used Nike Plus before. And I credit this app with causing […]
Running my mouth
In a recent issue of Runner’s World, I read an article by Vanessa Williams on the different types of runners – and I discovered, to my eternal mortification, that I am a ‘Whinger’. And I quote: “For you, running is a way to escape your screaming kids, nagging husband, and that project deadline.” Now, to […]