So it’s been almost a month since my last post. I feel like I’m sitting in a confession booth. (Is it called a booth? That makes the church sound a bit like a funfair. But you get my drift.) The thing is, having this thing called a blog isn’t as easy as you might think. […]
Caster Semenya: Born to Run
Does Caster Semenya have an ‘unfair advantage’ over the rest of the field? Yes. Should she be allowed to compete at the Olympics? Yes. That’s life. And life ain’t fair. Like most South Africans, I am a staunch Caster Semenya supporter. I am tired of the speculation surrounding her eligibility to compete, sick of hearing […]
The Worst Running Injury: ITBS or IPS?
You see that smile? I know on the outside it looks like the smile of someone who has just finished a half marathon, but really it’s the grimace of someone who was swearing so much on the inside that even her mother (who swears rather prodigiously herself) would be shocked. Also, you’ll note that I’m […]
The best of patients, the worst of patience
I have heard it said that runners are a physio’s best and worst patients – best, because they keep on coming back for more; worst, because they only hear what they want to hear. Which is why, I guess, they keep coming back for more. I am definitely the latter. Let me give you some […]
How do you explain terrorism to a child?
How do you explain terrorism to a child? A child who hears almost every day that there has been a bomb blast / shooting / ‘incident’ in Turkey / America / France? How do you explain war, and refugees, and desperation? Particularly to children who have so much, who are so sheltered, and whose parents, […]
Driving like a Mom
Sometimes, on the way home from the school pick up, I feel a little like this. Because there is one thing, and one thing alone, that truly defines a mom’s car – capacity, completely independent of, and unrelated to, size of said car. Admittedly i have a large car, but it still never ceases to […]
Running around in my own head
Why am I still sitting here in my running kit, at 9:33 in the morning? Why, when my shoes are on and my watch is set to go, am I still sitting at my desk, pretending to work? Simple answer: I have a training plan. It’s that damn marathon. Actually, it’s a little less simple. […]
Do you have a Thing?
Don’t go there. I don’t mean that kind of Thing. I mean the other kind of Thing – you know, the Thing that is yours, the Thing you are good at, that brings you joy, that other people naturally associate with the person that is You. It seems that we are all supposed to have […]
Running Scared
How does a self-confessed commitment-phobe sign up to run a marathon? With absolutely no idea of what it entails. It’s time to come clean. I am a commitment-phobe. It’s the primary reason I have never entered a marathon (okay, so there are some others. Like ITB, and the necessity of being able to breathe and […]
Here’s to the tired ones…
I write this on behalf of tired parents everywhere. Parents who get out of bed half an hour before their kids to get showered and dressed, before packing school lunches and children into a car to face the morning traffic on the school run. Parents who work when they can, only to drop everything at […]