Ultra Mama-ing

A few weeks ago I wrote a little piece about our president; Mr Zuma. It got more than 20 000 shares and I was interviewed on two radio stations as well as an Ethiopian TV station. My profile will be in the next issue of Modern Athlete Magazine. A lot of people said, “Write more”. I’m counting on you lot to keep reading.

I need to read a lot more about ultra-running… maybe even more about ultra-living. I love this quote:

“Struggling and suffering are the essence of a life worth living. If you’re not pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone, if you’re not demanding more from yourself – expanding and learning as you go – you’re choosing a numb existence. You’re denying yourself an extraordinary trip.”
Dean Karnazes, Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner    

I believe in pushing the boundaries of life; risk-taking and living so that you feel a little on the edge and mildly exhilarated most of the time. This results in a regular combination of stoke and exhaustion.

Until someone can tell me what we are doing here on this weird round ball, I intend to fill my time with big love, big challenges, and learning all that I can within the restraints of being an ostensibly single parent of three fabulous beings. These beings, my babies, are big love, big challenge and learning all wrapped up in daily parcels of OMG. Did my eldest really just tell me that she got sent to Cape Town train jail this morning for buying a ticket for third class and riding on first? OMG.

I love running. Most of all I love an ultra-marathon. I’ve done a few and I hope to do many, many more. At around 70km, when your legs have given all they have and you switch to the other zone… the one that can be a dark place of pain, chafe and disappointment on a bad day, or a place of utter exhilaration and endorphin-filled stoke on a good day, that’s when I feel most alive. When the trail is hard and fear threatens to overwhelm you as you fall for the umpteenth time, or the tar becomes relentless and only your heart can run the last bit… that’s when I remember what matters.  I clear my head of clutter, and picture my children. All their big love, big challenges and learnings. Their beautiful faces with their big eyes; their infectious tenacity.

All their OMG.

This blog is going to be a journey of sharing the ultra-living that has become my world. The running, the work, the parenting. It is a real blog; untainted by the perceived limitations of being human. I’ll let it all be said and in so doing I hope to inspire more of you to run; pushing boundaries and shaking more OMG moments out of life. I might write after a glass or two of wine; I’ll let you know when I do. I might write in sweaty running kit, or 7-year-old pyjamas.

This blog will offer you advice on running, and on catching your 11 year old son as his heart breaks for the first time at the hands of a pre-teen girl. I will ask for your advice, too. I’ll help you learn to run, if you like, and I’ll share what I’ve learned in 18 years of being a mama.

This blog is South African, and will therefore capture the essence of our running utopia, our conflict, challenges and our beautiful cohesion despite our history of separateness.

Run with me.

 

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