The day smelled of burnt veld, looked like the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust and felt like Jack the Dancer was listening to the newest Rave hit. Fires already turned yellow into black in anticipation of the immanent winter, but the winter wasn’t in attendance quite yet on a day that reached 32 degrees centigrade. What didn’t help the cause was the fact that I only started my run at 12 noon.
The choice to compromise on minimal shoes when needed paid of today. The road was sans shoulder from the start due to road works and sometimes plain old South African back roads. For that reason I did the off road version of road running for most of the day. I think a picture paints where words have run out.
The run itself was good enough although I did stop 6 kilometers short of the planned end for the day. That is 6 to make up in the coming days. The only reason I opted for an early duck was to get the hell out of dodge, ahem, to get out of the popping sun as soon as possible.
Suddenly 40 kilometers a week does not seem that difficult to achieve, simply go on a pilgrimage somewhere far in the distance and try and reach the finish line in double time. So Jozi is starting to be a distant view in the rear view mirror and the road is stretching out ahead.
So stay safe and keep on moving.