It’s hard to believe I’m running in this years Comrades Marathon. Firstly, in January I didn’t expect that I would be able to run again, and feared that my running days had come to an end. That was thanks a debilitating achilles tendinopathy which left me hobbling like a very old man as I got out of bed in the morning. Walking to the kitchen to have breakfast was a challenge enough without thinking of running. Continue reading “The Road To Comrades”
South Pine Striders 