Tomorrow morning, just before the crack of dawn, a cock will crow, a gun will erupt and thousands of pairs of feet will start the last, but most essential, part of a journey that started months ago. Tomorrow morning, just before the crack of dawn, Comrades 2013 will be in progress.
Usually this is somewhat of a non-event in my life, at least during the last few years. This year it is slightly different, and no I am not one of the pilgrims that will line up tomorrow morning. No, I am just in the vicinity of Durban, Ballito to be precise. And what a difference locality makes. Suddenly the path rolling along the seafront is bustling with eager (addicted) Comrades runners, the restaurants and coffee shops are filled with carbo-loading bodies and the airwaves filled with Comrades chatter. There is simply no avoiding it, Comrades fever is in the air.
And it seems, like in 1999, I caught a good dose of it. If you want to journey with me, stay tuned, it’s going to be an adventure not to be missed. Starting just before the crack of dawn tomorrow morning, I am starting my journey to Barefoot Comrades 2014.