I don’t know why runners hate to taper. I’m loving the lazy life, eating up a storm. It will be a miracle if I manage to drag my ass up Chapman’s Peak.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]