Let’s Watch The Comrades, comrades!

This year’s Comrades Marathon has been CoVidded – no go. This was the 2013 Comrades ultra-marathon. The route runs past our doorstep, and I have a houseful of hooligans, so I hatch a plan . . ~~~oo0oo~~~

I Was Sure It Was Intelligence

Tim Noakes says it’s cowardice! I have always stopped (way) shy of really pushing my body. My mantra is a firm “No Pain, No Pain”. Intelligence or cowardice? Intelligence, of course, IMNSHO. But: —————— . . . . Noakes tells the central-governor story in a narrative form that’s almost, well … almost readable. I’m notContinue reading “I Was Sure It Was Intelligence”

R.I.P Ernie Alder

Dammit n SHIT!! Ernie died! Fuckity fuck. It’s bullshit. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t finished. He wasn’t even close to wrapping up all the things he still planned to do – even after doing so much. Damn! Too soon. A very special human being. Ernie’s wake will be held in Ernie’s Pub in Kingfisher CanoeContinue reading “R.I.P Ernie Alder”

Don’t Call Me Comrade

I tried. Well, I made a less-than-worthy attempt. My heart wasn’t in the training. I could never quite see the glamour or ‘worthiness’ of shuffling furtively round the dark streets long before sunrise, but I gave it a go. I even tried the flaming hot running shorts Phil Greenberg gave me in the hopes I’dContinue reading “Don’t Call Me Comrade”