Written By Karen Janos I’m a runner but more than that I’m a marathoner. Four years after I started running, that simple statement still brings a smile to my face. Because of my own internal self-doubt, my journey to becoming a marathoner seemed daunting., almost overwhelming, but in the face of every setback I held onto my dream. At 36,… Read more →
If you have run one of the bigger marathons around the world in the past ten years, you have probably seen charity runners. You may have run one of these marathons for a charity that is important to you. But there is more than one way to help a cause that is near and dear to your heart. The folks… Read more →
I’ve made a promise and a commitment to people who are supporting me with words, thoughts and donations of their hard-earned money. Many of them know me: family, friends, classmates, coworkers, running buddies, fellow volunteers. But others, I’ve never met. We may have exchanged tweets or comments on Facebook or DailyMile, or they may have read a blog post I wrote. Others still fall into the “unknown angels” category. Nearly every year, a donation comes from some connection that I simply cannot identify. I’m touched and motivated by every donation, tweet, wall post and email, but these from the “unknown angels” move me most.
My journey to Comrades was built on overcoming depression, isolation, addiction, and most importantly fear. I sat down in a chair and said: “I’m so proud of myself for doing that, but I NEVER need to do that again.”
by Theresa Ashley When people mention “heartbreak,” they rarely mean it literally. It was immediately after my third half marathon and a big new PR that I found out I was going to get heart surgery. My summer of non-stop running and training ended abruptly after the race. I have a rare autoimmune disease (Takaysu’s Arteritis) where my berserk immune… Read more →
At the end we’re given a medal, a bottle of water and a kiss from Patrick, the organiser! Then it’s over.
Day 2 was hot. Very hot. The sort of hot you do not go out in. Of course it didn’t start out that way, first thing in the morning: then it’s really quite nice. A good holiday sort of temperature. A nice 20 minute walk and then a dip in the pool sort of heat. Except day 2 is 7 hour toil across scalding salt flats, with a lovely hour-long 25 degree hill to climb (ropes needed in places) at the hottest time of the day.
