It seems that once people learn you run races longer than
26.2 miles, one of the next questions invariably is, “Have you run Comrades?” While
I’ve been asked the question many times, I’ve never really had an interest in
the race. The idea of traveling halfway around the world to South Africa to run
54 miles on a road in the hot sun was not appealing.
That was until this year. When I learned I needed to travel
to South Africa for work, I realized it was my chance to finally be able to
answer the question with a, “yes!” While I knew this would be a race like I
have never experienced before, I had no idea quite what to expect. Some of my
experiences and impressions included;
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| Race Start with 23K Human Radiators |
- Feeling the heat of the crowd as I stood among the runners
in the dark waiting for the 5:30 am start. While the morning air was cool, the
heat transfer from 23k radiators was noticeable.
- Part of the course is on a closed freeway. Yuck!
- Sensory overload! 87 kilometers of people calling out your
name, music blaring, inhaling smoke from braais as people barbequed along the
course, and runners wanting to chat, particularly given it was my first
Comrades and they wanted to provide their encouragement or welcome me to their
country. There was never chance to mentally go to that mental other place, and just
run.
- The number of times you run the race matters. Each bib
identifies a runners number of completions. Finish ten times and you get a
green bib. I was one of the few runners with a big fat ZERO on my non green bib.
Perhaps a quarter of the runners have completed 10 or more. Remarkable how many people come back
year after year to run Comrades.
- Aid stations every couple of miles with volunteers eager to
give you little plastic bags of water and sports drink from which you would bite off
the corner to sip (so much better than cups). After a number of aid stations I
learned it was easier just to take all the bags I could hold in my hands (then
I no longer had to say “no thanks” to the enthusiastic volunteers) and carry
the bags to end of the aid station where young kids would congregate and I
would give the drinks to the kids.
- People immensely proud of their country. My bib identified
me as an international runner and people would call things out to me like
“thanks for coming to South Africa” and “I hope you are enjoying our country.”
- Most everyone belongs to club and has a club jersey. Running
in an unofficial button down shirt turned heads, and had people confused and
not sure what to think. Maybe the ZERO completions on my bib explained the break with common practice. I would not be exaggerating by saying that no less than
100 people along the course complemented me on my choice of race attire.
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| Along the Course - Sensory Overload |
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| Official MRC Race Jersey (note the ZERO completions on my bib) |
Following the race I was able to enjoy several days of rest
traveling with my family through Kruger national park. Rest is mandatory in the
park where you are a) either required to be inside a fenced and gated camp
(which makes one wonder who really are the animals) or b) in your car. The rest
in the various cages did me good.
Following the park we traveled to Mpumalonga and the Blyde
River Canyon. The canyon is one of the biggest canyons in the world and is
considered the largest “green canyon” owing to its lush subtropical foliage. Here we had several exceptional days of
exploring and running along the canyon edges in the lowveld and into the canyon
where myriad streams, waterfalls and grottos can be found.
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| Running the Lowveld |
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| On the Rim of Blyde River Canyon |
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| One of Myriad Waterfalls and Pools in the Bottoms |
Will I go back to Comrades? For the week after the race is
was a definitive “no.” But as time has passed, perhaps Comrades would be the
perfect excuse for a return to South Africa. We’ll see what 2016 brings…
