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I’m sorry that I’m always sorry
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Dear Max Last week I was giving you cough medicine and I spilt some on your shirt. I said sorry, as I was sorry, but then I said sorry two more times, just to make sure that you knew I meant it, or to overcompensate, I guess. You said: “Mom, you don’t need to apologise” which was not only a sweet thing to say,...

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The kids who had me in tears this week
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Dear Max There are days I want more stuff, more travels, more everything. I want bigger stuff (though always a smaller waistline and thighs), and I want what other people have that I don’t (which, if I think about, is not a lot). Then along comes an experience or moment when I’m proverbially slapped in the face, and get embarrassed and ashamed for even...

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The biggest competitions are off the field
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Dear Max The thing I love about longer-distance running and the pace I run, I guess, is that the only competition I really have is between myself and my head/body, and the clock as I try to beat it. It’s hard for everyone, and everyone just gets through it. Life however, is a different story. It feels like there’s always a different chapter on...

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What will you make of this one day?
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Dear Max I’ve been writing here for almost five years and I’ve started wondering what you’ll make of it one day when you start reading these letters to you, and finding out more about me, you when you were younger, and our lives. I’ve mostly published each post thinking “Will he be angry one day?”, “Will your maybe therapist be sifting through this stuff...

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Things that made me smile this month…
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Dear Max Winter makes me a little grumpy and down sometimes, and things often feel heavier, harder and more blergh. If ever there was a winter month of discontent, it would be July for me. That said, the following has made me smile this month: – A beautiful weekend away in Dullstroom – Wedding planning! – New blog partnerships – Working with a wonderful...

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When doing too much actually yields very little
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Dear Max The other day I called out for not concentrating on something I should have been concentrating on, and I felt rotten about being distracted, and not taking my task at hand more seriously. It triggered a larger thought process, about how often I’m actually present, and how often I’m thinking of my next sentence, ticking off my next to-do item, or responding...

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Where to from here?
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Dear Max Now that Comrades is over (three quarters in my case), the year takes on a lighter approach. See, before Comrades, I tend to watch the calendar, and time things around marathons/ultras. It’s not to say life stops at all, but it’s just planned a little differently, and things definitely feel a little more goal-orientated. So what are my plans PC (post Comrades)?...

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The annual pre-Comrades Marathon blog post
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Dear Max One would think that after four years of writing about Comrades in the days leading up to it, I wouldn’t have much new stuff to say (I’ve written posts here, here, here and here, among others). And while many of my fears that I wrote about last year echo what I’m feeling now, each race brings new thoughts, fears and philosophies, I guess. This year,...

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When my childhood repeats itself, in the best possible way
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Dear Max If you had to ask me what one of my favourite childhood memories is, I’d say biscuit baking. It’s something that I did with my mom and sometimes my brother, and even our nanny when my mom was sick. We had a butter biscuit recipe (I featured the recipe here on Rattle and Mum) and while I don’t remember really making the dough, I...

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Your first 5km run-walk, and the lessons I learn from you
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Dear Max On Saturday we headed to Delta Park for your first Park Run. The Park Run is a brilliant platform for everyone to come out and get some exercise off road, and it attracts thousands of walkers, runners, kids and dogs at the various venues around the country. Incidentally, the Delta Park is where my school hosted its cross country and there isn’t...

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A story that got me crying today
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Dear Max You by now know that I can rabbit on about running, and the spirit of runners, and those who help on the sidelines. And with less than four weeks to go until Comrades, I’m starting to get quite emotional about it all, not to mention a bit petrified about everything else (the niggles, the undertraining, the extra weight, plus the weight of...

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What I think about when I run
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Dear Max A lot of people ask me what I think about when I run, and the truth is, not much. When I run, it’s probably the most zoned out, or “still” my mind is. I don’t think about work, I don’t brood over things, I don’t come up with solutions to problems, and nor do I think of witty or meaningful blog posts...

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Interview with a 5-year-old during loadshedding
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Dear Max Around a year ago, during a power failure, I did an interview blogpost by candlelight. I asked you some questions about some of your favourite things, and so, to kill some time between playing games and reading during some recent loadshedding, I thought I’d ask you similar questions, and add a few, since you’re older than when I last asked. How old...

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When push comes to shove…
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Dear Max We’re back from a gorgeous few days in Cape Town, and it’s probably a bit obvious to write, but I’ll do so anyway – we had an awesome time. Much like our San Francisco trip where we had a lot of time together, this was a bit like that too, and it’s honestly one of my best things – just hanging out...

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First-term school report
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Dear Max Your first term at your new schools is over, and it’s gone so much better than I thought. I’m not sure what I was worried about – you fitting in? You not adjusting? Getting you up and in your uniform each morning (sometimes a challenge though)? Me not fitting in? Aside from some extra-mural calendar mixups, and the time I landed up...

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I wish you knew your granny when…
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Dear Max You’ve pretty much only known my mom and your granny Lorna as someone “old”, someone who doesn’t always make sense, someone who often can’t hear what you’re telling her, and someone who has never been able to do the typical granny-grandchild thing with you. I don’t want to lament here about how unfair life sometimes seems, or how we “lost” an amazing...

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