Posted: 25/06/2015 at 08:01
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.
See you all in 2016