There are times in life when I think HTF did I get somewhere, or HTF did I do that, and right now I’m thinking just that. I ran and finished Comrades on Sunday and it’s taken me many disbelieving glances at my permanent green number for things to really sink in. Like, holy cow – I did that!
My run on Sunday was a special one, and it went really smoothly. I expected the worst, and was surprised by how well it went. There was pain, there was fatigue, there were tears (this time only good ones) and there were blisters. But there was support, there was heart, and call me crazy, but I felt like I was being carried through.
On the whole, I had lots to give, plenty to take from runners and crowds, and a sense of humour at the end. The whole day was a reminder of how strong the will is, how strong running ties are, and how wonderful the human spirit is – whether it’s spectators offering runners bananas, or the disabled children lining the streets and giving runners high-fives, or the man helping the limping and injured woman reach her finish. Look around at Comrades and there are so many of these stories, and I’ve always said it’s a privilege to be part of this tale. It’s worth every pain and struggle.
But I missed you terribly, and while your dad and I ran a comfortable few kays together, we spoke about how we missed you, and yakked about what an awesome child you are (as parents do).
Can’t wait to see you, and limp to the front gate as I fetch you from school later!
Yours in blisters and pride