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Ultratrail Cape Town 2015


At the risk of sounding like a complete trail running snob I am confessing that a road race (with exception of the Comrades Marathon) has never left me in complete awe! Ultratrail Cape Town (UTCT) took my breath away and swept me off my feet. If you are not from Cape Town or have never run the trails in Cape Town then UTCT is the ride to get on.

I grew up in Stellenbosch in the heart of the Winelands surrounded by mountains and vineyards. I’ve always been in awe of the mountains and cherished the fact that I was blessed to have grown up in the most beautiful town in South Africa but I never got the opportunity to explore any of the mountains; even Table Mountain remained an iconic mystery! Of course, we all went up Table Mountain with the cable car and behaved like tourists at the lookout areas. Lol!

When I visited Cape Town in 2013 with my family I decided that was it. We are climbing Table Mountain! We went up via Platteklip gorge and that’s when I saw all the beautiful trails and started dreaming about how nice it would be to run them all. When I saw the inaugral race of UTCT in 2014 I knew it was a race I had to do!

What did I get myself into! 

I entered for the 100km race in January already (the very 1st day that entries opened) that’s how excited I was. The idea was to use the race as a long run in preparation for my 300km desert race next year. I’ve never run that far on trail before and was curious to see how my body would cope running 100km non-stop. In hindsight, although the first 50km of my desert race includes traversing a mountain range UTCT was probably not the right race to be simulating desert-like racing conditions. Lol! I suppose a three day multi-stage race like Golden Gate would’ve probably been a far better match to test equipment like pack, race gear, nutrition and recovery.

Oh well…water under the bridge! My heart was set on running this race. However the night before the race I made peace with myself and SETTLED for the 65km; to be honest my training races indicated that I would probably need about 18hrs to finish a 100km mountain ultra instead of the ridiculous 15hrs!

65km Route

65km Route

Arial View of Cape Town

Arial View of Cape Town

65km Profile

65km Profile

Race Ready

My strategy was to keep things simple (run from aid station to aid station) and to not get too caught up in the environment. Physically I was well prepared (over prepared!). I had all that Comrades mileage in my legs as well as Magaliesberg and Mont-Aux-Sources. I was more than ready to run Cape Town!

A Race of Eating, Drinking…and Walking

Registration was quick and included a compulsory gear check. I met Noel Ernstzen at registration who was kind enough to walk me through the route. His advice to me was…firstly; this is a race of eating and drinking. If you hydrate and fuel throughout you will do well. Your body is ready and can do the job. Secondly, he said…this is not Comrades where you’re expected to run the hills. Lol! You are going to take it easy; walk the climbs and run the flats and downs. Noel wished me good luck and said he will be waiting at Groot Constantia. I must admit I felt much more relax after that briefing. No pressure!

I also met the lovely Tailwind couple Grant and Melanie Markey; always exciting to meet my tweeps in real life! They told me that they would be at the 1st aid station at Kloof Nek and the last one at UCT.

Great, I had supporters…this race must just start now!


We were blessed with some light showers the morning of the race; that after we had clear blue skies the day before. Someone send me a tweet afterwards saying…”That’s the Mother City. She can be a “bitch” sometimes”. I normally wear long tights for trail but that morning I opted for short tights and a racers T. I still regret making that decision! Despite the cold and rain the spirits were high. What is a little bit of rain, right? We are well trained extreme ultratrail runners…besides the weather forecast said rain in the morning and sunny and clear from midday.

It was a cold wet start but when the start gun was fired I forgot about the weather. I was so excited to finally get going that I actually enjoyed the little curve ball from the weather gods. The first section of the route would see us run through the Company’s Gardens. I suffer from chronic calf fatigue disease and numbness in my feet (only the first 8km of a race) so I tried my best to keep things easy. I loved running the streets of Cape Town in the dark and the soft showers made it easy for me to stay relaxed though my heart was pounding from excitement. I had to focus hard not to get caught up in the hype. It felt as if everyone was passing me but it wasn’t long and BOOM! We hit the first hill in the Bo-Kaap. Phew! Relief. EVERYONE was walking. LOL!

A lot of runners passed me going up this first hill but I decided to take it easy. I run my own race. What are these people smoking? We still have about 14hrs of running ahead of us!

Signal Hill and The Sweepers!

We were greeted by the first trail as we reached the top of that Bo-Kaap hill. It was all single track and I could follow the trail via the headlamps of the front runners. Eish, I still have to go all the way up there? I suddenly noticed four runners behind me. They sounded all excited and energised. I didn’t spot them earlier so thought they might have had a late start and wanted them to pass me as it sounded like they were on a roll. I stopped to let them pass but the one guy said “No rush. We are the sweepers”. I said nothing but though to myself. No way in hell am I going to be the last person in this race. Not today!

Those first few climbs were tough. My feet went completely numb. My calves were screaming at me but I decided to IGNORE them. I am not stopping for silly calf stretches today. My mind was telling me that I was going to regret it but I didn’t care. I kept moving as fast as I could. I spotted my first victim. Male. Yes, sweepers…that is your man…now leave me alone. LOL! I felt great passing the guy and soon I spotted my next 2 victims. Male and female running together. Yes, I can kill two birds at once. THAT felt great. Though I must admit they gave me a run for my money. Finally we reached what seemed to be the top of that “little” section and were running on tar road. I spotted victim no.4! Things were starting to come together. I could wiggle my toes and was finally on a roll!

Signal Hill 6.6km

Signal Hill 6.6km – Getting into a rhythm –

Signal Hill

On A Roll!

It was so refreshing to be out in the rain (and cold). The climbing seemed to have stopped and by the time I got to Lion’s Head I was flying!

KLOOF NEK (Aid Station 1 – 11km)

It was still raining when I got to the first aid station. I spotted more runners at the aid station but they left as I arrived. The volunteers and spectators were just amazing. It was great seeing the Tailwind couple. Grant apologised for the poor weather. Melanie told me that  it will all be trail from here on….just a short climb to get to the contour path. Ya right!

There was a group of 4 ahead of me and 1 other person with running poles. All walking up the hill. OMG! That was the first VERY steep climb I’ve encountered since the start of the race. Everyone seemed to be struggling on that climb. I couldn’t go any faster than them. The guy with his poles (Japanese) seemed to be nailing it. I remembered reading an article in the Runner’s World about poles and saw a picture of a guy walking with a stick and decided that is it. I looked around for stick. Today, the stick will be my friend. It worked. I’m so investing in Z-poles after this race! Then came the steps and I started to laugh at myself. There is only one way up this mountain and that is to take it…SLOW. I managed to pass the Japanese guy with the poles and I was stoked!

Contour Path

I finally made it to the contour path and started to relax. It was pouring but I passed 2 more runners! The path was slippery and little pools started to form. If there’s one thing I love more than running then it is running in the rain. I was soaked; cursed myself a few more times for being so stupid to not have worn the long tights and top at least I would’ve been warm but I still loved every minute of it!

Contour Path 13.6km

Soaked but couldn’t be happier – contour path 13.6km

Platteklip Gorge

The climb up Platteklip gorge came way too soon! I should’ve worked out how long it would take me to get to the top. That would’ve kept me focused but I didn’t and at that stage I didn’t have the mental capacity to do any complex calculations so resorted to asking 20 millions times…how far to the top? I passed another 2 runners; great motivation to keep going. I wasn’t tired but couldn’t pushed myself up that mountain faster. It was a real hands on knees affair (lol!). I battled the element as it started to rain harder and the wind started to blow. I don’t know how long it took me to get to the top but the minute I could stand up straight I was back to my old energetic self. I felt good…but eish…still a few big boulders to be conquered to finally get to the “real” top of Table Mountain!

On top of the world!

What’s worse than battling elements to get to the top of a mountain…discovering that all the trails are flooded! This is where I completely surprised myself. I would’ve normally tiptoed around the path trying to find the dry spots to put my feet but not this time. I was charging through the water. It was pouring and the wind blowing but I felt strong (hard core!). I was not going to stop now. I ran as fast as I could. I kept checking in to see how my body was responding. I read a hikers blog a few weeks back about how they got lost in bad weather on top of Table Mountain not properly dressed and was hypothermic by the time someone got to them. I felt great…kept thinking my body must be really strong…a well trained athlete!

It was beautiful running all by myself with the mist blocking what would’ve been a spectacular view. In some weird way I found this much more interesting and challenging. I’ve Google Earth the route a couple of times and together with the awesome recce runs had great insight into the route so I think it would’ve been a bit boring if I just saw what I already knew. Instead I got beautiful mysterious pathways just blindly following the route markers!

I spotted another 4 runners ahead of me. Yes! I am going to pass them. The trails were becoming a bit technical. I kept thinking..no this can’t be it? But then I spot the markers…yes, really this is it! The bad weather turned into a full blown storm on top of the mountain. I felt like a badass warrior woman taking the lead. I didn’t look back to see what was happening to the others just kept running until I got to the next aid station. I was so happy (lol!).

WOODHEAD DAM (Aid Station 2 – 22km)

I felt so sorry for the volunteers standing on top of Table Mountain in the miserable weather while I was having the time of my life. I was frozen but on a high! My first thought after leaving the aid station was to get off the mountain as fast as possible. Easier said than done as a lot of technical sections await so needless to say… it was slow going. I recall one section where I literally had to sit down, grabbed onto a piece of chain that was edged into one side of a rock and prayed that I was strong enough to pull myself over to the other side. I have no idea how I did it but I did it! I passed 3 more runners on the down. One was sitting down saying he is giving his knee a bit of a rest. Yes, Platteklip gorge got me but I was back on a roll.

The view from the top descending Constantia Nek was spectacular. I’ve never been so excited to see vineyards. I knew I was close to the next aid station so gave it my best run. I did some downhill training and had the confidence to go a little faster (lol!).  Right at the bottom of Constantia Nek was the aid station. From there on it was straight into the vineyards. As I entered the vineyards the marshal told me to take it easy as there was a steep downhill and it was very slippery (thanks for that tip!). It was a slip and slide muddy affair through the vineyards (not a lot of running) but I loved it! We exited the vineyards and ran through Constantia until we got to Groot Constantia where the next aid station was. I was quietly getting excited again.

GROOT CONSTANTIA (Aid Station 3 -31km)

This was halfway mark. It was still pouring. I was so hungry and cold. Noel was at the aid station as promised. He welcome me with a huge hug! I was so happy to see him (felt like I’ve known him for years…lol!). The spectators and volunteers were fantastic! I grabbed a peanut butter sandwhich and someone asked me coffee or soup. I’m thinking…what? Who has time for coffee or soup? I took the soup. Never had soup and peanut butter sandwhich before. It was yum!

Pushed to my limits…by BABOONS! 

I left the aid station in the pouring rain feeling really strong and psyched! There were three guys running in front of me. I thought about joining them but they were a little too fast so I settled into my own little vineyard trot. It was still raining and the paths were muddy. I imagined I was doing a UK fell running event. I was really impress with how my Brook Cascadia’s was handling all of this; thought to myself this is why you wear trail running shoes… so that you can walk through the muddy mess and not care! I made sure the three guys in front of me stayed within eyesight. They joined up with another group of 4-5 and I was suddenly excited again….would be nice if I could pass them. They were all doing the run/walk shuffling thing at that stage and I was getting into a nice running rhythm; it was only going to be a matter of time before I would catch up with them (they were still I about 500m ahead of me). We left the vineyard onto a gravel road and this group suddenly stopped in their tracks and I thought great, they taking a break but then I saw some of them walking back. I thought that they might have missed the marker and is turning back…but then they re-grouped and all continue to move forward together…and that’s when I saw…THE OTHERS!

A pack of BABOONS!!!!! Sitting…Standing…Waiting…Blocking The Road!

OMG!!! MY WORST NIGHTMARE COMING TRUE! I seriously suffer from ZOOPHOBIA (irrational fear of animals). I can face torrential rainstorms climbing up a mountain all by myself. I can slide on my butt down a muddy snowy slippery gully. I can go up two sets of chain ladders cramping like hell (thinking I was going to die) but there’s no way in hell I am walking pass a pack of baboons all by myself! I looked around to see if there were other runners behind me but couldn’t see ANYONE! Where are the marshals when you need them. I went into a full blown panic attack!

How de hell was I going to get pass THE PACK! Think…think..think!

Then, like an AHA moment. The only way to make it through “alive” is if I join the group in front of me. I could see they were also very cautious. I cannot let them pass and leave me behind. I shouted for them to wait. They ignored me. I shouted louder. They ignored me. I started to run…very fast. I shouted, they IGNORED ME!! Then I threw a terrible two tantrum and went into full blown shouting crying running mode. PLEEEEAAAASSSEEEE…WAIT FOR ME!! Then I heard someone say…No, No, No…Let’s Wait For Her!

OMG… my tears were rolling, partly from being shit scared and partly from pure relief and being grateful to these guys for waiting. Phew! The worse wasn’t over…we still had to pass the PACK. The scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I felt like Jane from the Tarzan movie, surrounded by baboons! Lots of them, big ones…babies, families! NOT.MY.THING! I will forever be grateful to a lady called Sam who literally took me under her wing, calmed me down and walked with me; obviously to the entertainment of everyone else. I even got a Go Pro stuck into my face; I guess they thought this would make a UTCT funniest moments clip (lol!).

So embarrassing…but I will reserve a space on this post for this clip when it becomes available. I am sure it will!

We made it. Everyone was scared. Then I heard someone said…they wouldn’t let us run through a section if it wasn’t safe. I was having my doubts!

I needed a few moments to catch my breath before I could get into “running” mode again. I expressed my sincere gratitude to the group and my new found friend Sam. We were back on tar roads so I up the pace and slowly broke away from the group. I really enjoyed this bit of easy running but it was still raining and I was starting to feel really cold. How I longed for that waterproof jacket…

ALPHEN TRAILS (Aid Station 4 – 43km)

8h30mins later and I ran into Alphen aid station full of energy and excited! The volunteers and spectators were fantastic cheering in all runners. I grabbed a peanut sandwich and jelly babies and head off without wasting too much time. The next section would see us running through Newlands Forest – 12km of a steep up and down to get to UCT. I had a look at the times predicted for the slow runners to complete this section and it was a good 3hrs. Worst case scenario, I figured!

The trails were slippery and with all the rain the rivers were flowing at full speed. All of a sudden this race became a real challenge! I even had to ask a runner to help me cross a river. It was tough going up all those stairs in the forest; literally one step at a time! Quite a few 100km runners passed me in the forest including SA Masters Champ Graeme McCullum. His comment when he passed me “Well done, keep going. I am so ready to get back to the road races!” If the SA Masters champ say that you you know it’s tough day out. LOL!

Cry me a river

I felt good physically so kept plodding on. Mentally I got a bit frustrated. UCT had disappeared from the face of the earth and somehow crossing the rivers became a real challenge. I got to one of the crossings where I literally tried about 5 different options to get across. Close to tears from frustration I decided to wait for help. Who arrived? My new found friends…Sam and her friend to the rescue! We held hands as we went ROCK HOPPIN…a new skill I will have to learn and master! It was so hilarious but I knew there was no way I could’ve crossed that river without their help. Forever grateful Sam!

UCT (Aid Station 5 – 55km)

FINALLY! U.C.T. The cheering and support from volunteers and spectators were amazing. I thought it was the end of the race. My energy levels were high. I mean, serious…only 10km to go! Only a steep section up Devils Peak. That shouldn’t be too hard. I was on a high. The whole race I was telling myself to just get my butt to UCT because from there on it’s only 10km. The organisers estimated 3hrs for the back of the pack runners to finish this section. I mean 10km, 3hrs? Just didn’t make sense. Until I started…

The devil is in the peak

Holy Moly! WHY…didn’t anyone said ANYTHING about DEVILS PEAK! The BIG WALK through Newlands Forest got to me mentally. It was slow going but Devils Peak had me at a complete stand still trying to balance myself to stay upright and grabbing onto grass and plants to pull myself up. The word mountain climbers suddenly had meaning! Quite a few runners passed me here.

No doubt physically the toughest section of the day…billed in my books as the “Polly Shortts x 20” of UTCT. LOL!

Trail runners are the best!

I finally made it to the infamous BLOCKHOUSE! I could see all the others that have just passed me. Everyone was running again (lol!). A few of the 100km guys also passed me on this section. They all looked buggered yet determined to keep moving forward! You can’t help but admire the effort.

My Japanese friend with the poles that I passed right in the beginning of the race also caught up with me. I moved as fast I could. Can’t let him pass me now! It was starting to get dark (again) and I needed to get my headlamp from my bag so stopped and the guy passed me but then he also stopped for his headlamp; told me it’s better to be safe. I switched on my headlamp and…Oops! No, light…batteries died! I tried to move a little faster to take advantage of whatever natural light was still left. We were still descending the mountain and I had no choice but to tuck in behind my Japanese friend. I told him my batteries died and just like that he stopped and took out a hand torch. I guess one can never be over-prepared (lol!) and offered to run with me. I was in complete awe…trail runners are the best! We ran together for a while but I felt so guilty keeping him back I told him to go. I will just walk the last section which was about 3km of jeep track. I am forever grateful to him; wouldn’t have survived the last section of this race without his help!

Tafelberg Road 62km

Lesson learnt (always use new headlamp batteries!) – Tafelberg Road 62km


Trying to run in the dark on jeep track with lots of loose rocks was very frustrating; ankle breaking stuff if you ask me but I was so close to the finish I could smell it (more like hear it!).

I have no idea where the energy was coming from but all I wanted to do was run. As I turned into Tech Rugby Fields they rang a cow bell to announce my arrival. I was beyond myself with excitement!


Crazy stupid girl…finished!

I just ran the longest race of my life (14:47) and it felt amazing finally setting foot on that blue carpet again!


Bloody hell…YES!

The crowd support at the finish was amazing. Everyone was shouting and cheering me! Cameras were flashing. I felt like an elite runner that has just finished a UTMB race!


UTMB here I come! (DREAM BIG)

I ran a 65km of mountain ultra trail in the most adverse weather…and I loved every minute of it!


Did I do that?

Thought of the day:

chase your dream

My Comrades 2015 Story


My ‘Couch-to-Comrades’ journey has without a doubt been the toughest and most rewarding thing I’ve done in my life. It still blows my mind knowing I’ve ran 1200km in training this year in preparation for an 88km ultra; I’ve put my heart and soul into this!

Despite the high mileage and all the preparation I was really nervous and scared going into this year’s race. I have allowed the dreaded “what if” to get the better of me!

T-7: Suffering From Severe Taperitus 

The last week of taper I err on the side of caution (less is more). The Saturday I had stomach problems but the next morning I was feeling better and decided to test my fuel belt one last time. I hate running with a fuel belt, but it allows me to carry a cellphone and all my supplies for the race. I’ve learnt the hard way that it’s best to be self-sufficient on long ultras. My feet and calfs were feeling good (no numbness) and the running felt really easy.

Severe stomach cramps and tummy rumblings forced me into a walk 6km into my run. O-M-Grumbling-G! The first thing that came to my mind was never ever run without your phone. I called Adam to come and pick me up. Let’s just say it was the longest I had to wait for someone in my entire life! What went through my mind whilst waiting next to the side of a major road is nothing short of hilarious (picture a Leon Schuster movie!) and that was pretty much how things went for the rest of the week. I had no appetite and by the Thursday I was starting to feel hungry. I made sure I keep hydrating but by now I was starting to suffer from severe taperitus. I convinced myself I was coming down with flu (sprayed my throat a million times) and it felt like I had completely stuffed up my ankle. The side of my foot started to feel tight and numb; I was rolling it on a tennis ball every evening (lol!). My ITB felt tight and sore…and I had knee pain. Yip, TAPERITUS FROM HELL!!

T-2: The Wait Is Over!

Finally, Friday and we were on our way to Durban. I still couldn’t eat anything, kept hydrating with water and Powerade. I realised afterwards it probably would’ve been better if I had the GU Recovery smoothie instead, more carbs! Halfway stop at Harrismith is usually a highlight with a quick coffee and breakfast, but I still didn’t have an appetite (nerves!). It was much nicer just relaxing and basking in the sun.

We got to Durban late afternoon and booked into the hotel. The hotel went out of their way to make the Comrades runners feel welcomed and relaxed!


The plan was to check in and then head off to the expo but suddenly there it was…hunger pains! I was so hungry I could faint. Dinner was at 7pm and if I waited till then it would’ve meant I’ve ate nothing for the day (not exactly how you carboload before a major ultra marathon). I ordered a chicken burger and chips from the hotel and it tasted so good I could’ve had 10 of them…must have been the Durban air that brought back my appetite! I was starting to feel my old self again and could not wait to get to the expo.

My Yellow Race Number 

I registered hassle free at the Charities and Elite registration desk, perks of being a charity runner 🙂

I opened the registration pack to make sure that all my details were correct and to my surprise found a yellow race number! It was like opening a Willy Wonka chocolate bar to discover you’ve got the last golden ticket. LOL!

imageThe yellow number indicates that you will receive a Back-to-Back medal at the finish of your race and it is given only to novices who’ve received their 1st Comrades medal in 2014 (DOWN run). It does not matter whether you finish consecutive races (post your 1st 2 races) in the following years you don’t get another Back-to-Back medal. I didn’t realise that I would qualify for a Back-to-Back medal and was beyond myself from excitement. I really wanted one and now all I had to do was to secure a COMRADES FINISH!

I love expos and I always spend way too much time there that’s good for me or my bank account but this year it was a quick in and out. There wasn’t anything I needed and only grab some pacing tattoos. I must have been really nervous!

Amabeadi Charities

imageAfter the expo we were off to attend the Starfish Charity carbo-loading dinner in Umhlanga. It is like a reunion dinner for me. Ever since my 1st Comrades I’ve run for Starfish charity. It is my way of working for a cause that I am passionate about.

Every year I sign-up I ask myself ‘how are you going to raise the money’? Honestly, raising the money has always come easy. I’ve realised people are more than willing to support and help make a difference. You just have to ask (nicely). This year I had a lot of fun with my fundraising initiatives and received a really nice corporate donation. I was even brave enough to beg for dollars and pounds on Twitter and I have been blown away by the support and donations I’ve received from all over. I don’t think I will ever run Comrades and not be part of one of the Amabeadi Charities. You do get rewarded well for your efforts and contributions and it’s nice to meet up with all the other charity runners at the carboloading dinner and listen to their Comrades stories. Every runner has a reason…

What I ate that day:

  • Breakfast – Eggs
  • Lunch – Chicken burger and chips
  • Dinner – Seafood pasta (craved it!) and a whole cheese and chicken pizza 

T-1: Mixed Emotions

The next morning I met up with my running tweeps @the AngryKenyan and @Peterj at the North Beach parkrun. I was telling them how nervous and scared I was but they were so supportive and encouraging; they said all the right things and made me believe that I was going to be awesome. I also got to meet the lovely @steftom21, the brains behind the Old Mutual Two Oceans Marathon (the race that changed my life forever!) and received good luck wishes from SA marathon champion @ReneKalmer! It was a beautiful morning in Durban and everything was just PERFECT!


However back at the hotel I got a huge shock to find Adam on his way to the hospital. He came down with a fever and what seemed like a bladder or kidney infection. My heart was pounding that’s how scared I was! He assured me that he was fine but needed to have blood tests done. He was gone for an hour (felt like 5hrs) and was put on antibiotics. We decided to take it easy for the rest of the day and just relaxed at the hotel (if that was even possible). I was worried about Adam but focused on getting all my things ready for the next day; no last minute faffing around and wasting time in the morning.

That evening Adam was still not better and I was getting nervous and emotional. How can I go run a race when my husband is so sick. At that stage it really didn’t matter to me if I ran or not – Comrades seemed like a silly race. I knew I was going to finish the race anyway, but Adam didn’t want to hear any of that. He said he saw the look on my face when I saw my race number….more tears!

I packed my fuel belt with all the supplies I was possibly going to need for the race. The bag so felt heavy and uncomfortable and I chucked out everything except for my 7 GU gels (1 every hour from 10K) and 4 Hydrassist (1 every 20km). I will eat whatever is on offered on the road. The plan was to meet Adam hopefully in Pinetown, Halfway and perhaps Cato Ridge and get from him whatever I needed. He is not the most reliable second but he somehow finds his way around (still better than having no-one supporting you)

We had dinner at the hotel and I finally set the alarms of both our cellphones, running watches even asked for a wake-up call and fell asleep immediate. It was a long stressful day!

What I ate that day:

  • Huge Breakfast – Omelette and 2 slices of toast (and I stuffed my face with almost all the cakes and deserts on offer)
  • Lunch – Chicken breast and salad 
  • Dinner – Spaghetti bolognaise; lasagna; chicken and rice; chocolate cake

Comrades 2015 Race Day

I was up before any of the alarms went off. We had breakfast at 3:30am and my tummy grumblings started again. I didn’t feel like eating breakfast especally not eggs. Nerves, I swear! I had two slices of jam toast and 2 cups of coffee…again forgot to drink my GU Recovery drink.

Adam was still not feeling well and I felt bad chasing him up at that hour of the morning but he insisted on dropping me off and then go straight back to the hotel to rest.

We left the hotel at about 4:15am

The Start 

The weather was perfect! It was a nice warm morning in Durban, no need to wear extra clothes to keep warm and discard of later in the race. I was all set to go with my pacing tattoos! Plan A (11:00) and Plan B (11:30). I looked like a real running warrior but anyone who run ultras know that there comes a point in the race when you can’t think and making simple pacing calculations or even just counting becomes virtually impossible! At that stage I was so bloody excited about my bling I didn’t really care about time I just wanted to get going and FINISH! 

I wanted to warm up first but there was no time as I noticed the seeding batches started to move forward and I could see some of the entrances of the H and G pens were already blocked by runners.

I kissed my husband goodbye and told him to go back to bed. I could see that he was not well; it broke my heart to leave him like that. I asked him to meet me later in the day; somewhere after halfway only – knowing him he would go out of his way to try and surprise me at various spots no matter how sick he is. I didn’t realised I was not going to see him at all that day!

The start area was buzzing with lots of excitement in the air. I was so nervous I went straight to the C seeding pen and just stood there like a little sardine enjoying the amazing vibe and atmosphere of the start of the world’s biggest and greatest ultra marathon. I couldn’t believe that I’ve actually made it to the start.

Then the rituals started, first the National Anthem, then Shosaloza, then Chariots of Fire. I thought I was going to cry…everyone else around me were but I was so calm and at the same time so excited. My heart was pounding from excitement. The cock crowed and then the gun! OMG. This was it.

…we were off!

It took  two minutes to get over the start line and the first 3 kilometers were ULTRA SLOW which suited me perfectly. The strategy was not to worry about pace the first 7km but to take it easy until the “80km to go” marker and from there on to run 10km splits of 7:20min/km. Within the first kilometer I heard someone calling my name from behind. It was @robbyricc, IRONMAN and my running tweep who introduced himself on the run and flew off at the speed of light!

I was running easy and slowly started to relax and enjoy myself. The best thing about my running journey is that I am no longer a back-of-the-pack runner…mid pack runner now! It is an amazing feeling being surrounded by runners from all walks of life all coming together on this special day with one goal in mind – to safely get to Pietermaritzburg and collect that hard earned coveted Comrades Marathon medal!

The first 50km of the UP RUN is just that. UP. UP. UP.

2015 Route

7km into the race and the average pace was 7:35min/km and it stayed there for the next 50km, un-freakin-believable!

Cowies Hill

The first cut-off came at Cowies hill about 17km into the race. It was so early in the race I didn’t even think about cut-offs. I was more worried about how my feet and calfs were going to behave. In my training races my feet always went numb for the first 8-17km. I’ve stressed about the first 20km of Comrades for weeks. I knew if I could get through the first 20km without any foot or calf issues I was going to be OK. It was my lucky day. BEST FOOT FORWARD! It must have been that ultra slow start. I made sure I moved my toes regularly but the vibe of the race took my mind off worrying about things I had no control over.

Fields Hill 

The next big event was hitting Fields Hill. I didn’t spot Adam at the bottom of Fields. We’ve agreed on a supporters running rule “I don’t look for him, he looks for me”. I was a bit disappointed and worried not spotting him there but head on because Fields is a long hill! The last time I ran this race I walked all the hills. This time I told myself I didn’t come here to walk hills, at minimum it will be a run/walk. The king of Comrades Bruce Fordyce (9 times winner) says if you get to the top of Fields Hill and you are feeling good then you are in for a great Comrades day. I was feeling GOOD!image

I enjoyed running up Fields. It’s a hill yes, but the massive sight of runners struggling (walking!) and vibe is just unbelievable. I just love running Comrades..after months of training this is my party on the road!

Run Over by the Sub11 Bus

Just after Fields as you turn off into Hillcrest the Sub11 bus caught up with me. I’ve learnt a few things about the Comrades pacing buses (1) Don’t run in the bus and (2) Don’t trust the bus driver…too much! As we entered Hillcrest imagethe first water tables were on the left side of the road. Have you ever seen a whole bus of runners move to one side of the road at the same time? I had no chance! I was pushed into the water table, lost my balance and fell so hard face flat on the ground. All I saw were water sachets and my Comrades race going down the drain or at least my Sub11 medal. I was just run over by the sub11 bus! I was lying there in the water; you’d think anyone from that bus would help me. NO! I couldn’t get up by myself. It took two guys from the water table to airlift me back into a standing position. My knee got a knock and I was praying that it was OK and that I didn’t pull any muscles. My left arm was bleeding but the rest of my body felt fine. I “washed” myself off; didn’t make eye contact with anyone just pointed in the direction of where my specs was lying and started to walk slowly in the direction of Pietermaritzburg!

I don’t know why but I  started to think about the movie Soul Surfer (about Bethany Hamilton). It must have been something to do with water that made me think about that movie. When the shark attacked her she remain absolutely calm. People say that her ability to remain calm is what saved her life. My fall was nowhere as traumatic as a shark attack but I told myself if you breakdown and cry now your race will be over! Just forget about it, don’t waste more time…it is still early days, just keep moving forward!

The crowd support in Hillcrest is amazing; they really do carry you and all the hype took my mind off my falling incident and in no time I was back in the zone!

Bothas Hill

Running into Bothas I heard someone calling my name and saying “You took your time…looking great!” It was @theAngryKenyan. I don’t know about looking great, but I was feeling fantastic ready to take on Bothas Hill. Lots of runners walking up Bothas Hill but I kept to my run walk strategy. In my humble opinion I think the bottom part of Bothas Hill is steeper than Fields Hill but it might be all in the mind because by then the legs is starting to feel tired. The nice part for me is that you leave that city feel of the race behind and start to make way for more country scenes.


There’s huge crowd support running into Drummond and spectators go out of their way to feed and cheer runners on. It is very exciting to reach this point of the race knowing you’ve got 3 of the big hills done and dusted. I was still not running at my race pace but I was on a high. All I could think of was getting to halfway.



I reached halfway in 5:34; the plan was to get there between 5:30-5:40 feeling strong. I felt amazing and happy with my progress.  My stomach was behaving. I kept to my strategy of 1 Gu on the hour. It worked. I didn’t feel tired or exhausted. I had no Coke or Powerade in the first half. All those slow long hilly training runs made me strong. I was looking forward to seeing Adam after halfway as I knew a recovery drink was what would keep me going if I was not going to eat from the tables or grab sandwiches from spectators…didn’t see him.



Next up was the “mother of hill” Inchanga. I’ve trained my butt off so that I could keep to a run/walk strategy for the hills but when I got to Inchanga I changed my mind and resorted to a power walk. It took a while to get to the top but I felt relaxed and still strong knowing I had bagged my medals and I was not willing to risk losing it. Yip, a bit of a WHIMP I know (lol!) but I played it safe!

Going up Inchanga I spotted a girl right upfront with a crown on her head and a white sash around her shoulders. I was curious to see which charity she was running for so made her a target to be overtaken. OMG! When I got to her I read the sash and it said “Miss Comrades 2015”. I ran faster; no way I was going to let Miss Comrades beat me! Never saw her on the road again but I am curious to know what her finish time was.

The section at the back of Inchanga to the Ithembeni school is probably the nicest part of the the second half and I was glad to have reserved my energy on Inchanga. I tried to run a little faster to bring down the average pace (by just a few seconds) but my Garmin was not interested; the pace remained unchanged. I heard a woman said to her club mate “Right, are you prepared to work hard? The Sub11 busses have all passed so we are going to have to work hard from here on. Are you up for it”? I had a look at the women she was speaking to. It was a young girl and it was her first Comrades. She looked buggered but didn’t respond, just kept moving on with her friend. I was really impressed with the way the woman was pushing this girl and thought maybe I should jump on their bus! If I do and maintain the pace I could still make Sub11 cut-off with them…that Aunty from Pretoria was a Comrades veteran! I didn’t try to keep up with them; decided I will run my own race (whimp!) but I felt good and I knew there was still a long way to go.

Ithembeni School

One definitely have a renewed sense of energy and inspiration running pass the Ithembeni school. You can’t help but smile and high five every single hand that gets offered to you! 

The Long March to the Nedbank Green Mile

starfishOnce you leave the Ithembeni school the holiday is over. The race to the Nedbank Green Mile was tough. Maybe because in my head I had some very specific milestones with the last milestone getting to the Ithembeni school before the Nedbank Green Mile in Camperdown where my Starfish Charity support was waiting, so after Ithembeni school the route became a “blackbox”. My pace was slowing and getting to Camperdown took FOREVER! I realised afterwards those sections were Harrsion Flats and Cato Ridge but on the day the route was a blank. The pacing tattoos were a great help but what will work even better is if they add the route profile and names of the major towns.

Once in Camperdown the Green Mile did not disappoint. The Starfish Charity supporters went ballistic when they spotted me. The vibe was electric with big TV screens and lots of entertainment for the runners.

The women’s prizing giving was on TV as I passed the big screen and I saw Caroline receiving her prize; it was all so exciting! She looked fully recovered (like she didn’t just win the biggest ultra marathon in the world) and I still had 20km to go!


Leaving Camperdown for Umlaas (the highest point on the route) was even TOUGHER with a few more smaller ups and downs, can’t call them hills after what I’ve already been through. Up to this point in the race I haven’t resorted to “counting” to keep going, but I think I was beyond the point where counting was going to help keep the focus. My eyes kept moving to seeding batch letters on the bibs. The majority of the runners were G and F runners so I was feeling real comfortable, not a lot of H batch runners yet (lol!). I started to recite the alphabet…A,B,C. It helped – only 26 letters, no need to count to 50!

I spotted the guy running in the Choc Cow suit for charity quite a few times on the route. We were running the same pace. He was offered tea by spectators and actually went and sit down on a chair to have it… very relaxed complete as if it was Sunday high tea time (guess he knew he was going to make it). I kept running…

Hitting My Low

We were running in the country side and the road suddenly became less crowded. Either everyone was running faster or people started to slow down. I enjoyed the peace and quietness. It made me reflect on a few things in life as well as my Comrades journey. Suddenly I went from an emotional high to a rock bottom low. I was thinking what a stupid race this is, questioning why I’m  running it, saying to myself I never want to ever run again, I want to stop running but I don’t know how, to how ridiculously happy running makes me, all the places I’ve been to and the amzing people I’ve met and new friends I’ve made, back to crying for not having seen Adam on the road…hoping he was OK, thinking about how I’ve became a running addict, workaholic turned running addict! Where is this that elusive “work-life” balance, still searching…realising there is no such thing!

I am going to suggest that the Comrades Marathon Association do something regarding crowd support on this section of the route as runners are clearly not able to be left to their own devices, who knows what’s going through everyone’s minds (lol!)

Little Pollys

Luckily my ‘low’ was shortlived. By the time I got to Little Pollys I was surrounded by lots of runners again. I must have caught up with them in my darkest hour (lol!). We were all starting to fight the fatigue but kept pushing on. I started to relax again; almost there! Getting from Little Pollys to Pollys is another TOUGHIE…not the nicest scenery as well. I heard someone calling my name from behind. It was @Orelando_G another running tweep! I was really excited to meet him. We ran together until we got to Pollys. I pushed a bit harder as I really didn’t want to run/walk up Pollys. I just wanted to WALK up Pollys. I’ve planned to never see that hill again in my life I might as well take my time getting up there.



When I got to the bottom of Pollys I was ready to WALK and CELEBRATE! The Pink Drive claimed half of Pollys and the support was amazing. My Kenyan friend was a pink drive volunteer and when she spotted me made sure I was cheered on! I was so happy to see her my energy levels got a major boost!

10hours and 30mins of running and I was at the the top of Pollys. The hard work was done and I decided to enjoy the last 7km to the finish. In my first race I got a bit lost in time and now I had so much time left I was more than happy to waste it!

I had the opportunity to run with so many of my running tweeps. The last one was @HAbramjee who caught up with me just after Pollys. It was great to finally meet him in person. He was running so relaxed…14 times Comrades veteran! When I saw that I started to get nervous thinking he was running too fast for me so I told him to head on as I was taking it easy. I should have pushed on with him as I took my own sweet time that last 7km; I wasn’t even tired just didn’t feel like using my fast twitch muscles that haven’t been used over the last 80km!


Finally the GOLDEN MILE! Our club tent was right at the entrance to the stadium. I tried to spot Adam but didn’t see him. My heart was pounding, this time from pure joy and happiness. I was beyond myself from excitement. Amazing how everyone who couldn’t run the previous kilometer were all running. I have no idea where I got the energy from but if I had the ability to do cartwheels I would have! I was feeling so good and was on such a high I could have ran another 10km! As I got to the finish mat I heard someone calling my name and saying well done! It was @theAngryKenyan again…AK, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!


Finally…my dream has come true!

I’ve Conquered The Ultimate Human Race.


Comrades is not just a race, it’s a journey…one you don’t walk alone! I believe that is the true spirit of the Comrades Marathon. My journey has been amazing; one that truly left me believing I am capable of anything I put my mind to. I’ve been blessed with support from so many friends, family, colleagues, Kyalami Running Club, my social media buddies and all the people I’ve approached to raise money for Starfish Charity. THANK YOU ALL, YOU’VE ALL INSPIRED ME TO GO THE EXTRA MILE.

I would like to thank my ultra amazing support team…my dream makers!

(1) My ultra amazing husband and children

My family is amazing. Distance running and especially running ultras is a selfish sport; so many hours away from you guys! I want to thank my husband and children for all the sacrifices they make so that I can train in the mornings and over weekends.

I dedicate my Comrades 2015 medal to my husband. He introduced me to running in 2011 but quietly told me one day he only wanted to run 10Ks (if he only knew then!). It would be impossible for me to live my selfish dreams, pushing myself to be the best runner I can be without his unconditional love and support. I’ve truly been blessed with the best!

You’ve missed our big race but you were in my heart all the way – I love you!


Dedicated to my wonderful husband, Adam

I dedicated my 1st Comrades medal (2014) to my 1st born and biggest supporter my daughter, Sabrina. This is going to sound really funny but it is so fitting…my Back-to-Back medal is dedicated to my “Tweezils”, my  son and daughter who could’ve been twins – born one year apart. My Back-to-Back babies!


Dedicated to Tarique and Ziya

(2) My ultra amazing running coach

I will forever be grateful to Ray Orchison, who is coaching me to become a strong and confident ultra runner. I could not have done this without his support. My running journey is far from over but with his guidance I know I can achieve all the crazy goals I’ve set for myself.

Next Up…

My Comrades journey ended on an ultra high. I am not sure if I want to run another Comrades race any time soon, perhaps 2020…or 100th edition! I have some exciting trail races planned for the rest of the year that is going to challenge the wits out of me and I’m really excited about that!

…until my next mile 🙂

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