Category Archives: My Running
To all my running buddies, Season’s Greetings from me to you…
I received this email greeting from my running club which I thought was so special and would really like to share it with you. *I’ve tweaked it a bit…*
SEASONS GREETINGS AND BEST WISHES FOR 2012
Good Luck to those who will run…
- for new PBs in 2012 (That’s me)
- their first Comrades Marathon (@saulkza)
- a 10th Comrades Marathon (@TanyaKovarsky)
- their 1st Half Marathon (@terencetobin)
- their 1st Marathon (@angelo2711)
- their 1st Ultra Marathon
- those going for Gold or Silver Medals
And most of all, good luck to all who will be running or walking in 2012 and beyond.
I wish you an injury free year!
Love Bron xxx
It hurts to take those bold steps but if you don’t then how can you heal?
A very dear friend of mine is hurting. She is going through a really tough time after having made some big changes in her life. Serious decisions that are having major implications not only for herself but those around her.
But she’s made the right decision and as much as I see her struggling with the unknown, I really hope she knows just how much I support her.
Thinking about making those hard decisions has made me also re-think a foot injury that has been niggling me for a while now and which is slowly starting to have an impact on, not only my running, but my walking too.
In March this year, I visited a podiatrist to have my feet checked out. I was struggling with aching feet, especially plantar fasciitis in my left foot. I was given orthotics and simple instructions on how to use them, guaranteeing relief from the pain.
I was lazy. As we headed into winter and my running went into hibernation, I packed the orthotics away and ignored it. But as summer approached and I started running again, the pain returned.
Again, I ignored it. You know when you think something will go away but a voice in the back of your head tells you it never will? And you ignore it, making every excuse you can think of why it’s okay to just carry on. Because sometimes, making a decision is really the hardest thing to do?
Unfortunately, I have reached the point of no return. Not only is my foot pain affecting my running, but I am unable to walk normally. The pain is that severe. I have tried the early morning stretches, the arnica oils, the golf ball rolling under my foot.
But I have been forced to accept that the only thing that will help me is if I take a break and rest it. Give it time to heal. Unless I do that, things will not change but only get worse. And I need to start using those orthotics.
It’s frustrating, especially because I am in the beginning stages of my Two Oceans half marathon training.
But the pain needs to heal. It needs to go away if I want to continue with my running in the long term. Deep down inside, I know it’s the right thing to do. It’s the only way if I need to heal.
It’s the same with my friend.
Taking that first step is the hardest part. But it’s the first step in that healing process to doing what’s right.
Running to the end
Everyone has the end of year jitters. With talk of holidays and colleagues applying for annual leave, there is still so much work to get done before the end of the year. Invoices need to be submitted, charters need to be briefed, proposals need a decision on, workshops still need to be held. It’s an absolutely crazy time at the office at the moment.
It’s not only me that feels the tension. When I look around, I see some very stressed out faces. Tired, drained, with no more energy left. It even feels as if we’re all ready to give up and throw in the towel. It’s during these times that I remember my Johnson Crane race and realize that there is no option of quitting.
The Johnson Crane half marathon was the very first 21.1km race I ever attempted. I was fine during the first 14 kms. I ran in a good, steady pace. I felt fresh. However, I might have been a bit eager and by the time I got to the 16km mark, I hit the wall.
Hitting the wall is something most runners fear. It’s a terrible feeling. I remember it well. I was exhausted. It felt as if every step I took required immense effort until eventually, I stopped. My body would not carry on. I froze. I could not think of anything else but quitting. My legs refused to move and as hard as I fought it, every muscle in my body had given up on me. My mind was screaming, GO! But my body wouldn’t move.
It took a dear friend who happened to cycle past me to feed me a banana and gels to get some energy pumping through my body before I managed to get my legs to move and carry on running.
I finished my race and to this day, Johnson Crane has become one of my favourite half marathons and holds that special place in my heart. 
I have strung my medal around a little ornament on my desk. I use it to inspire me on difficult days.
Especially on days when it feels like I’ve hit the wall. The days when the stress overwhelms me. I stare at it and remember that I am capable of so much more…
It reminds me that even if I hit bumps in the road and even if I am on the verge of quitting that there is always an end in sight…
And a medal!



