it goes with 2 novices training for their first Comrades this year, my
fiance and I were in the final week of preparations - Tapering, eating
right, drinking right, sleeping well. Pretty much everything that RW
and everybody tells you to do. Having followed a training program from
September 2008, we were not about to let anything get in our way of
that 1st run.
strikes - my father is stabbed and killed while out running the Tuesday
before my 1st Comrades. Needless to say all preparations went out the
window as the family rushed down to Cape Town on Wednesday morning.
did not know what was going to happen, but I made my Fiance, Mark
promise that he would get me to the start of the race. That is what my
dad would want.
only really been part of the running community for a few months, the
support and outpouring of emotion was amazing. The blog that followed
on RW was incredible to see and follow as more and more people added
their voices of condemnation for this senseless act and their support
for "that" family. Our running club, Pirates, were great - already
commenting on the blog before even knowing that it was linked to one of
So there we are, on
the starting line, terrible preparation - lack of sleep, emotional, bad
eating and drinking in days leading up to the race. But we were
there, Chariots of Fire rang out, the cock crowed and the gun blast
went. Suddenly this 89km feat seemed manageable, easy actually - having
wanted to try get through this race under the "radar" and not too many
people knowing about it, suddenly it was a crusade, a mission, a
vehicle to carry an entire family's emotions and hopes. So much for
under the radar. It seemed like the entire world knew we were running...
were never alone. My father looked over me while I ran and the other
thousands of runners did as well. The camaraderie during the race, the
support on the sides of the road, I did not realize this is what it
would be like - it must have been sent by my father... Little did i
know this was the Comrades experience year after year.
entering the stadium, I passed a fellow runner - Penny, she was hunched
over in tears, saying she could not go on. A few words of encouragement
and she was back on the road, only to come past and thank me and say
how difficult this was because her father had passed away 3 days
earlier. She was running for him. Wow.. I was blown away.. I was not
alone in my crusade.
Thank you to each and everyone for
their support and encouragement, not only for me and my family, but for
Penny, and for the thousands of other runners. This is only my story,
there are thousands others like this.
This truly is the Comrades
and it did define me. Thank you Ian for running the ultimate human race
for your family!! We love you"
External links: Official Comrades Marathon