They are running the Comrades Marathon between Pietermaritzburg and Durban today. For the first time since the start of Covid. So, I think they have missed two years.
Which is a pity really because I was ready to compete last year.
Only kidding. If I run for any length of time my rubbing thighs are likely to set my fanny on fire.
Many years ago I attended a motivational talk by an accomplished woman comrades runner. She was extraordinary. I was, however dismayed to see that she had cellulite.
It seems terribly unfair that you are capable of running 90 km and are STILL cursed with cellulite.
I blame that for putting my running career to an end before it even started really.
We have braved our little porta pool this Sunday. Cellulite and all. In between oohing and aaahing at those extraordinary runners. Yes, we are not wealthy enough to put in a real pool, but I do love bobbing around in my porta pool.
The weather is lovely, but the (green) water is only 16 degrees Celsius. However, I insisted it is warm enough and we MUST get in. We are in autumn here, for what it’s worth.
To balance things out, my lovely man is serving us lentils for lunch.