July is my worst month of the year. It is cold and there are never any marathons to run. July 2021 promised to be even more dismal as we endured the bleakest winter in many years and there hadn’t been any marathons since March 2020. On top of this we were enduring hard lockdown restrictions as Gauteng rode the crest of COVID’s third wave. Continue reading “The Unexpected Joy of Getting Retrenched”
[Marathon #73 / 18 May 2008]
Copenhagen is located on the island of Sealand and is the largest city in Scandinavia, and it was the venue for my coming of age (21st) international marathon. That’s not a bad achievement just under three years after completing my first foreign race in Prague, especially considering that only two of the 21 were planned more than a few weeks in advance. (Ah, the joys of last-minute work travel.) Continue reading “Kobenhaven Marathon, Denmark (Marathoning with Mermaids)”
On 26 March 2020 the whole of South Africa was placed under house arrest. It wasn’t long before runners with itchy legs were doing all sorts of crazy things to get their running fix. I decided to join in the lunacy with a Home IronMann to raise money for Just The One Foundation but I would have to say that running a marathon in my driveway was my least favourite (and by far the toughest) leg of the triathlon.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade – and when life gives you lockdowns, run marathons in your driveway. Continue reading “The Unexpected Joys of Driveway Running”