Running Past Your Comfort Zone x

Comfort zones. Ah! The humble abode for many such as myself, a place to reside with a guarantee of very little interruption, inadvertently guaranteeing very little growth. For the longest time, my personal comfort zone has been exactly that, a zone where I found most of my comfort from, and upon having stumbled upon one of the most challenging years…

‘Why Do I Love This So Much Again?’

With the first two weeks of my training for the Soweto Marathon having finally started, I must say that my expectations were somewhat of a stark contrast to the reality of beginning to run again after procrastinating for a month or two. Much like I always tend to do, I imagined beautifully endured strides, with little to no effort at…

The 42km Road: Soweto Marathon x

I recently decided to embark on a (probably painful) journey leading me down a road that spans 42km, filled with running, probable walking and lots of heavy breathing fueled with water and Coke. The decision came about when I realized that I was by no means ready for a marathon. The mere thought of running more than 21kms instilled the…

#BetterForIt: Nike Run x

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On Thursday evening, the 7th of May, Nike hosted it’s first #BetterForIt evening in the city that I love, Joburg. The night was filled with an air of mystery, excitement and a slight chill in the air, because Joburg wants us to know that Autumn is here without a doubt, and Nike hadn’t informed us on what the evening would…

Running to what I know best x

Running races on a Sunday morning has somehow become a ‘family favourite’ amongst my family. Unlike most normal people, we have found ourselves happily waking up long before the sun has even set up it’s stage prior to it’s rising, so that we can run ungodly distances, up ungodly hills and sometimes, enduring ungodly heat. That being said, we doing…

All roads led to the Soweto Marathon… x

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Prior to this race, I had yet to feel so uninterested and unmotivated to run in my life. Honestly speaking, my desire and passion for running had diminished away, much like a hot flame that had been fanned way too little, or way too much, depending on how you choose to look at it. The build-up towards the race was…