Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

The run

… so I ran the Cape Town Marathon Peace Trail (22km) last Saturday. I anticipated it was going to be tough, and I fond that I had not underestimated it at all. Crikey, it was really really tough. I was prepared for it though, so took my time to stop and smell the roses fynbos, used the hills to admire the scenery, take some photos and soaked up the glorious day that it was. The run was interesting. We started on Somerset road in Green point, and after about 200m, started climbing some steps – yowzer, those were crowded and one couldn’t go very fast, then just as you got off the steps and onto the road, it was time to hit the single track up Signal Hill. That was a possibly quite frustrating time for many people, it was still very crowded and you couldn’t really get any kind of rhythm going. There was a lot of grumbling, anyway, things opened up again and the run was on, until we hit the climb up Lion’s Head. Oh my God, that was so bloody hard! It was seriously steep, I think only the elite guys could’ve run up that, And it was also a little crowded with the public. I was a bit stunned to see how many people were on the trails – walking dogs and children and doing some sightseeing. I’d have thought that the sight of 400 or so runners bearing down on you may make the mountain an unappealing place for the day! Anyway.

Once we had ‘crested’ the highest point of the run, the down hills began – 11km to get back to the beginning. Fortunately for me the down hills are my strength, so I hit the trail with some pace, passed a few people and enjoyed the second half a lot more than the first. Except there were a few sneaky little up hills that my hamstrings protested about and we had to come down those damn stairs again! But I made it down, in one piece, no broken bones and spirit intact.

I chose to dedicate this run to Ethan. I carried a little teddy up the mountain with me, and where we hit that ‘crest’ on Lion’s Head I found a safe spot for him, with a good view, I popped him down and sent a few words out into the ever afters and was back on my way. It was an incredible privilege to be able to run for him, and have that little moment for him. I swallowed some tears back, because I feared if I started I would never stop. Every step that hurt, every moment of doubt was surpassed by his memory. Baby Ethan – this was for you.013 016 019

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