Today I went out for a run, and visited my old nemesis, the Pretoria Bridge (see previous post). I sure taught that nasty landmark a lesson.
It was a fantastic run. I went for about 13km in 69 minutes. It was one of the best runs I have ever done.
That’s just the way the sport is: UP and DOWN. DOWN and UP. HIGHS and LOWS.
Running is a cruel mistress. It will kick you in the sensitive areas one day, and then turn around and treat you like a King the next.
It’s all part of the long and increasingly bizarre journey to May 24th.