My experience at the event:
There are times when you realize that running is not as fun as it used to be. After another disappointing performance after Soweto, with a body that seems to have been breaking over the past months (heel spur anyone?), I decided, together with Andy, to skip this year's comrades, because currently, with 2 kids waiting at home, a lot of work and not enough free time / will to train better, spending all that money to go to Durban and then suffer would be pointless.
While I never liked training, I always enjoyed the race aspects of it. But Om Die Dam this year showed me how much I can take, and how much I can't anymore. I think I laster around 25km (after running the first 20 with Andy, who stopped earlier), and then I had nothing in the tank. It took 2 hours for my achilles to finally relax, in order to get hit with a huge void of energy at the mid point, on a hot day (no clouds...) on a tougher course than the last time (they changed again to counter clockwise , with the crazy hills at the end).
I finished with my slowest time ever for a 50km, and Andy was maybe 20 minutes behind. Overall not a great day...
(quick update: the Coronavirus took care of my willingness to run and also took care of this year's Comrades. After witnessing with daily calls what is happening in Italy, I think it's fair to realize that there are more important things in live that moaning about a bad race day).
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