What an amazing adventure Slokey. That sounds like the toughest race description I've ever read. You are officially very hard (despite being afraid of heights). As you say, those memories will stick with you for years. Short races will become a lot easier. Congratulations.
Good to see Speedy getting back to some big numbers
Things improving slowly but surely here. 22km on Sunday morning and 10 km on the bike with my 5 year old in the afternoon. That's the longest ride we have done together and, despite wanting a skateboard, he will be getting a new bike when he is 6 in a few weeks. Mileage getting more respectable at 50km+ for the week.
Well Ross if you are 24lb overweight and can still get 41min for 10k, then you'll be a lot faster than most of us. It sounds like you are genetically gifted though so probably you have the potential for the time you mention if you can shift that weight and do the training.
You don't need any luck getting an entry - you just need to pay. Entry will open in September. There is an initial burst of entrants and then it slows down and closes in November.
As for qualifiers, then Comrades accepts pretty much any official organised marathon for internationals. I don't really have any suggestions for a qualifier though in the period you mention as I'm based in SA now.
I was feeling all big and clever after some intervals on Wednesday night in which I managed to get back to 4 min per km. The next day the newspaper reported that a local under-12 female had run 3.44 in the national primary school champs for 1200m. Smugness over.
Yesterday a lunch time run alongside the railway on a bush-dirt road. No level-crossings or fences by the railway line like in the UK - the Africans leave safety to Darwin.
At my first Comrades in 2012 I crossed the line and a man with a gun asked me 'So Martin, will we see you next year. I said 'No way - this is much too hard'. He said 'give it 2 weeks and you'll want to come back'
It didn't take 2 weeks - maybe 4 - but I did want to enter. The suffering of the final stages was forgotten and the euphoria remained.
In 2013 I was better prepared for a race than ever before. 32C heat and catching tonsilitus 42 hours before the race ended my hopes of a second Bill Rowen and I collapsed with 4km to go and walked home.
It nearly ended my running career too as I got periostitus (inflammation of the surface of the bone) and it took me 18 months to get running again. I couldn't run the 2014 race due to this. Lack of training and lack of consistency reduced my speed substantially.
In the 2015 race I was happy to finish. Eaten by the 11:30 hour bus, I tempo ran from the Lion Park turn, including running some of Little Pollies and Big Pollies and ran exactly how I should have run in 2013 off the top of Pollies. The demons of 2013 were buried as I came home to get a bronze with time to spare.
Comrades is much more than a race. It tugs at your heart strings and lets your human spirit soar.