Ten days after this year’s Comrades I have begun to take stock of the race and to piece it together in my mind. I don’t know if the Runner’s World readership agree with me but I found this race very hard. I was struggling from the start of Inchanga Hill and it was a long battle from there to the finish.
It might be that I had forgotten how hard the Up run is. After all it has been 3 years since we last ran the Up race. It might also be that I am just getting old but whatever the reason I found it very tough. It seems that many other runners battled as well. My statistics may be wrong but I have been led to believe that there were 20000 entrants, 16000 starters and 11000 finishers. If these numbers are only partially correct that is still a huge drop-out rate.
Throughout the field runners experienced problems; I was saddened to see so many runners limping into Pietermaritzburg oval long after the final gun had been fired. Both the men’s and women’s gold medal winning times were fairly ordinary. And I was told numerous sad tales of woe. My mate Barry Holland ran his slowest time in (over 10 hours) in 39 runs. So too did my Zimbabwe friend Andy Edmonsen. Both runners are normally solid Bill Rowan or even silver medallists.
My own run was a bitter/sweet affair. I missed silver by a few seconds. I was happy to have improved by over two hours on my previous Up run but the effort and cost was alarming for me. Dr. John Godlonton’s brilliant team took care of me in the hospital tent but it took two litres of intravenous fluid and a lot of pampering to get me up on my feet again. I was spared a complete depression about my state by the knowledge that Arnold Geerdts and Alan Robb were on the stretchers adjacent to mine.
One expects to be a bit shattered after a hard Comrades but 10 days later I still don’t feel very perky. I am lethargic, demotivated and frankly quite thick. Running is the last thing I feel like doing at this stage. Watching boring Soap operas on television for hours has a certain appeal. I left something vital out on that road between Durban and Pietermaritzburg .
I don’t know if the other readers agree with me but the 2011 Comrades is going down in my book as one of the tough ones.
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This year was my first Comrades experience. I had no idea what to expect and wasn’t sure if I had prepared enough for this tough race, but one thing I did know, I will do what needs to be done on the day. My mantra was “Pain is weakness leaving the body” and every time I felt a twinge or ache or another hill raised up in front of me, that’s what went through my head … “Pain is weakness leaving the body”. So although I’m not by a far stretch in the same league as Bruce, the achievement of finishing will stay with me forever (11hr40min).
My body hurt for 2 days, walking was a struggle and only on the 3rd day did it dawn on me, “I finished the Comrades!”.
I suppose what I’d like to comment, is no matter what your finishing time was, the ability to participate and to complete such a challenge should not be discounted by anyone, not even the top runners, who had a “bad” day. Enjoy your achievement Bruce and I’m told we have to rest and then next year we go again ;)
This year was also very tough for me! I ran 10:57:21. Did not remember anything from the point that I crossed the line! Woke up in the medical tent and had 3 bags of fluid pumped through my veins!! Only felt a bit better on the Wednesday after the race. I want to thank Stuart from Varsity Kudu’s running club who helped met to get over the line and get my bronze medal.
You finished, and got another medal. Well done, be proud. I just watched on TV….not sure if I will ever be able to run an up-race again (and I am younger than you)
It was my first run too so I have no basis for comparison, but if you look at the number of busses that missed the times they were aiming for it would seem that the run this year was tougher than usual.
Now I know that I am not the only one!
Bruce you have just made my day! It is amazing to know that with all the hardwork going into an event like Comrades (from a runners point of view) you actually get “gatvol” of running, and this comming from the best Comrades runner of all times.
I must say way back in the field where we were running there was a vibe and an expectation amongst the runners and the question whether Bruce made silver popped up a couple of times.
I suppose it is good to take a couple of days of and focus on the things in live that doesnt matter! BUT there is only 52 weeks left, so I suppose I better get the scrub brush and soap out to wash all the Kwazulu Natal dust off my running shoes and slowly – very slowly get back into things!
Bruce – you are amazing! Pity about the silver, but there is allways next year. Then again I dont have to tell you this.
Congratulation anyway on an amazing race!
…. and remember there are a lot of us rooting for you!
Hi Bruce,
I saw you at the Wall of honour on the Friday before the run. I am Dave Anderson’s son.
It was my first Comrades, it was as hard as i expected and I am glad you mentioned Inchanga. That hill nearly broke me, I was properly fed up.
Unlucky, about your run and just missing the silver. My running group fell completely apart, we were running for a Bill Rowan, I snuck in at 8:54 but none of my training group made it, so it was also a bittersweet moment. Also watching guys coming in at the end and missing the 12 hour gun was super emotional as some guys just missed the cut off.
regards,
I guess I must be one of the lucky ones. This was my second Comrades (first up run) and I enjoyed every minute of the race. Sure, there were tough moments, but they were few and far between. I know that not every race will like this, but how can one not want to come back again after such a wonderful experience. I ran according to my race strategy for most of the way, walking fairly frequently and sticking to my pacing chart. Unfortunately I missed a Bill Rowan by 13 minutes, but in the scheme of things, I was still elated. I felt no ill effects the next day, perhaps a little stiffness on the Tuesday, but that’s it. I am taking a forced break of a couple of weeks and it’s hard not to just pop my trainers on and hit the road. I will be back for sure. I hope there are many others who had as enjoyable race as I did.
Yes I agree with you. The 2011 Up Run is also going down in my book as one of the most tough runs ever. I also really struggled from halfway. The goal was a sub 8 hour but ended in 8:53. I had to dig really deep to get to the finish line. I am also looking for answers and have none except it might the the age creeping up on me.
AAAg DAD you rock !!! you my hero !!! Gooo Dad
Your son
Russell Boyd
Not only did I find the run this year, so incredibly tough, for the first time I was sick after the run. Very sick. It took me 3 days before I could get any food down. Although I ran the time I wanted, it wasn’t easy, I couldn’t believe how tough it was. My partner and I were the only two in our entire running club, who actually achieved their predictive time, and there were 30 runners from our club. He was in the medical tent for an hour and a half after the run, also needing 2 litres of replacement fluid.
I will be back, but in a couple of years!
I think 2011 was just tough! Age may always be part of it but sometimes a race is just hard. Sometimes I think it is harder if you’re trying to run a specific goal time rather than just ambling along and enjoying the day. I missed my target time by almost an hour and had to vasbyt just to make Bill Rowan – a couple of years ago that was my goal so I shouldn’t be too upset. The problem is the goal time you were aiming for…
For me, I can’t say I’m certain what went wrong (part of it, I think, is that gels/GUs/etc etc are no good for me – I just need regular food to eat *CMA:those buttermilk biscuits were the bomb!*).
I’m not looking forward to another down run next year. The up run is tough but it isn’t nearly in the same destructive league as the down run. The up run is about finesse, the down run is vasbyt and determination. And they’re still both hard!
I was on the route during the run and found many of my friends were battling. One, who was doing his 22 run, did not make it and another youngster who was going for silver had to pull out. They were both sick – vomiting – and as a result dizzy and weak.
My question is did the fact that the runners were drinking Pepsi and not the usual Coke have anything to do with the situation?
I wrote this recently, although my experience wasn’t half as bad as before, and some of our more experienced runners also did have a rough day. Thanks to you Bruce, you keep reminding us of what sportsmanship is, and no doubt when the sun eventually comes out on a late winter Jozi afternoon, your trainers will be sitting there….
Pleading!
Facing the rest of the year without the goal of Comrades leaves a big empty space. It can lead to a case of ‘post-comrades-blues’. Logbooks linger vaguely around, teasing me with the realisation that it doesn’t matter anymore. Now I know that I should be upbeat and full of post-medal glory, and don’t get me wrong, I am feeling positive, it’s just such a strange feeling knowing that for now, it’s all done, finito, klaar!
The further away I go from my 11 and half hours on the road, the nicer it begins to feel in my memory. The pain is lessening and the dark thoughts of ‘giving it a miss’ are all forgotten. Talking to non-running friends, my story is sounding more like, ‘wow, it was easy’ and that is how the race tricks us into coming back time and time again.
Watching the recorded race on TV, there was an interview with Comrades King Bruce Fordyce and he missed his silver medal by 20 seconds. He said that his friends are more disappointed than he is, he is glad to have medal number 29 in the bag. He said that Comrades never gives you everything on the day, ‘she’ always leaves something for you to come back to, and that is so true. Although, I somehow doubt that I will be repeating myself 29 times just to see what ‘she’ can give me! Yet such a legendary runner understands the mystery and goes back year after year and I find myself thinking about all the mysteries both covered and uncovered about this race.
Why do people do it, is the first mystery to (usually) non-runners?
Well I had no ‘grown-up’ intentions of ever being able to do it after my aged 30 year old goal slipped quickly by, I thought that dream was over. So to that I must say as in Justin Bieber ‘never say never’! But my reasons for doing it, are varied.
Because I can. (This still sometimes surprises me!)
It gives my running a focus.
Running in SA without it as a goal, seems rather empty.
Nothing else matches the feeling of being there.
It is tough, but it makes us runners ‘softer’ – crying like babies at ‘Chariots of Fire’, willing everyone over that finish line before the gun, crying with those that can’t and knowing that there are still folk outside on the road heading towards the line, makes my heart all mushy. I know- I was one of them not that long ago.
So why go back year after year?
A married couple of running friends have 36 Comrades between them and they are heading for 40, another couple 25 between them. Bruce has 29 on his own. Never mind the medals, this means that for all these years, these people have been fit enough, healthy enough, positive enough, and determined to be there and finish it. That shows me that it is more than a sport, it is a lifestyle. When life gets tough professionally, emotionally or even spiritually, we know that around 15 000 people come together with their stories to stand in front of a City Hall and make personal history, and somehow the problems of life disappear for a day. All the days before hand, when the training happens, people have clustered together and made there health better, and cleared their heads. Although sometimes the fog of hitting the wall does momentarily dim the light!
Will you ever win it?
This question was asked half jokingly by my ex boxer Dad, as in boxing there has to be a winner. In this sport of mine, there are winners, yes, the ones at the front as well as the ones at the back. All are equally celebrated and that makes us unique. Our national cricket team gets scorned because they haven’t yet won a world cup. Yet me, with my slow time almost 6 hours behind the first guy home, gets applauded on air planes, at shops and in hotels. It does seem bizarre that middle aged people can do so well when most professional sports people are going into retirement, and by middle aged, I mean the others – of course! The winning mentality of a runner should be in every run and every race, our goal is to get to the finish. We do joke about giving the Russians some competition, but I feel sorry for them they are so small, and the travel so far, so I think I will let them keep winning!
There is more to life than Comrades.
Well, no, not really!
The planning, the preparation, the support, the toughness all makes it so unique and the fact that so many of us ordinary athletes are able to participate is so extraordinary, that there can’t ever be anything that matches it.
The people of KZN are fabulous in their support of us. Couches, camping chairs, picnic blankets, gazebo’s, braai’s, patient dogs, music, tables with salty snacks, beers, and soft drinks, banners, applause, smiles, words of encouragement, camera’s, vuvuzelas, wigs, sunglasses, blankets, jackets, woolly hats and gloves, tiny skirts and skimpy tops, kids, adults, reluctant teens, villagers, tribal dancers, musicians, and so much more, all on the pavements to celebrate ME, how can there be anything else in life?
So now that this is finished, I ‘come back’ into my study watching my hubby as he asks me excitedly once again, ‘are we running in the morning?’ I have to answer ‘no’
Dear Cathie
Thank you for your view on Comrades! I really appreaciate it and share all the excitement and emotion with you. I am also a middle aged female and completed my 2nd (1st up run) Comrades in the 11,5 hour barrier. I found the race tough but very joyful and most of all very happy to complete the race without any injuries or dehydration, etc. I was able to drive 600 km home on Monday after Comrades without sore legs or blisters!! The only thing bugging me currently is not training. I promised myself time off for my body to recober and rest but I have to speak very loud to my head in keeping out of my trainers……
hola, if possible can u sell me a copy of the recorded tape. if possible e-mail me at nkomo.vincent@yahoo.com
congratulations bruce: you are our hero and motivation. when you say you suffer you finish in 7:30. for me to come even close to that, i would have to be on a cycle.
however, the only part of this comrades common to us, was the IV bit: Here is my story:
The Comrades marathon always more than manages to fulfill ones wildest expectations in terms of sheer excitement and joy. This year was no exception. Neepa and I had a great race.
I suffered from food poisoning starting Saturday morning and continued to do so on the race day morning. I was washed out at the 20k mark. I felt as if I had no legs. I dug deep within myself to find some strength. I came up empty. As early as 20k into the race, I was wondering whether I ought to stop. I thought I should ask the Race Marshals whether the bail bus/ambulance would drop me to Durban (start-line) or PMB (finish line) . But since, I was intimately aware of the tragedy which befalls the entrant of the bail bus/ambulance from my 2009 experience; I kept running along very slowly. I did not want to see the inside of that bus ever again. I could not understand how this could be happening to me. For the last 7 months Neepa and I had put our heart and soul into training for this day. We had run over 1200 kms each since December. We had done countless runs of 20k and 30k, multiple 42km runs besides 2 runs of 56ks and one of 60k. And yet, here I was on the race day at 20k and I felt as fatigued as I had at the finish of Comrades 2010. I felt a great sadness inside me.
Running alongside me, Neepa did not understand what was going on inside my body or my mind, and kept encouraging me to run faster. She did not know the extent of my food poisoning and so could not understand why I was running so slowly. She did not know that I had been on the potty 10 times between Saturday and Sunday morning. Sometimes in life, Shit Happens, and I had felt that there was no need to spread negative vibes around. She did not know I was unwell.
So, on the road that day, she kept encouraging me to run faster by reminding me of my kids, Namrata and Aryan, who were following us at home via the computer and of the fact that we had trained hard for a year, for this very day to dawn. She reminded me that based on our training times and training effort we were capable of finishing the race in 11 hours and 30 minutes. I had to ask her to speak to me in our native tongue because she was speaking to me in English and all the runners around us could hear her and I was getting embarrassed at my inability to speed up in-spite of such extraordinary encouragement from my her. She also kept running ahead to the water-stop and then waiting for me to catch up and give me water. At one point, to lessen the weight on my waist she took the energy gels and other stuff that I was carrying and asked me to throw away the waist pouch.
Yet, at 55k, I told her to go ahead as we were both in the danger of losing Comrades. I told her that if she stayed with me any longer, we both would not make it. So, after giving me another ‘talk’, she gave me an energy gel and extracted a promise that I won’t give up. She then disappeared ahead.
I kept moving along until 67km. At that point I had 2 hours 20 mins left and 20k and Polly to go, which in my confused and tired mental state was near impossible. I could not run a straight line along the road. I felt dizzy and nauseated. I decided to be a live donkey as opposed to a dead lion. I stopped and just slept on the road. As I lay on the road, looking at the clear blue African sky above me I thought whether we had misjudged the time and distance at which neepa should have left me. But somehow, deep inside me I had absolute faith in her ability.
Neepa meanwhile ran on faster and faster making up the lost time. She finally reached around 79km and with 7.7 km to go to the finish, she had just 56 mins left. At the top of Polly’s (the last major recognized hill ) she had removed her sunglasses and cap, adjusted her hair and had decided that she would now run as fast as she could and finish the race no matter what it took out of her ! Finish the race, for me and the kids!
She remembers seeing in her watch that she had 7km to go and 49 mins to do it. At that stage of mental and physical exhaustions it was near impossible because a 7km run on the mumbai beach normally takes her 49 mins. Now after 80k she had to run 7k in under 49 mins to finish the race . She had left me at around 55km and perhaps this was a few kilometers too late.
If someone had told us a week before the race that we would have 7km to go and 49 minutes to finish the race, both neepa and I would have counted ourselves out as would most 12 hour finishers. Most people of our ability run 8-10 Mins per km in these last few kilometers after having already run 80 km. The odds were stacked overwhelmingly against Neepa, all because she had lost critical time pacing me.
So why am I grateful for Comrades 2011 ?
This was a Comrades made unforgettable for me by the sight I saw from my bed as I lay in the medical tent. Shivering from cold, dehydration and exhaustion, covered by 3 thick blankets, with an IV tube in my right hand, I kept looking for Neepa on the large TV monitor kept at the far end of the medical tent. I would look for a few minutes and then would either lose sight of the screen because of the runners and the medical personnel walking around or because I would suddenly fall asleep from exhaustion. With only a few minutes to go before cut-off, I cross-checked the time of the day with the nurse, who happened to be checking my pulse. She told me it was 5:25 pm. 5 minutes for the race to end. She asked me if I had any family waiting for me in the stadium outside and I told her that my wife was about to run into the finish. She gave me a sad smile and went away. With about 4 minutes to go, in the most lucid moment of my day, I looked at the TV screen, the people walking in front of it magically parted and I saw Neepa running in. The Camera focused on her completely for almost 15 seconds. She looked fresher and happier than I have ever seen her look! She raised her hands as she crossed the finish and smiled. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
It was just 4 mins short of the 5:30 pm cut-off.
I told the runner on the bed next to me (who was also disoriented, shivering, on an IV and under multiple blankets) that my wife is my hero. I don’t think any of it registered with him.
I then, happily, fell asleep. All was well. Comrades 2011 was priceless for the sight of my wife running into the finish with her head held high. Neepa had run out of her skin and finished the last 7 k in Under 49 mins. How she managed to run a personal best time for a 7k after having already run 80k will remain a wonderful mystery to me!!! . She says that she just had to finish the race for both of us and she ran through unbearable amount of pain and nausea in those last kilometers.
Later she met me as I staggered out of the medical tent. She hugged me and started to cry! She said she was so worried for me!
I love this race but not nearly as much as I love her.
I do, however, promise that we will be back next year and that I will keep running Comrades until I run it in my permanent green number (10 finishes).
See you guys next year !
Amit Sheth, #21548
International Ambassador Comrades Marathon – The Ultimate Human Race.
Amit,
What a story! Your tale of despair turned into one of one of happiness as you celebrated Neepa’s finish. Better luck next year Amit. I hope to be back too.
Congratulations to all Comerades that took part both in body and soul!
As a first timer this year I was given a stunning piece of advice – you will never forget your first, enjoy it and remember the faces as you run past them – they are all rooting for you.
I did exactly that…….. I loved my run out of Durbs in the dark, hopping over body warmers and shivering in the cold. Greeted my long suffering hubby at the 15km mark (forgot the kiss as I was so excited!!) and began the onward journey. HAlfway seemed to arrive in a heartbeat and then I realised that the cut off was acheivable and the faces I was passing – in wheelchairs, on top of cars, on surf boards in Jeeps as high as kites, smiling with samoosas and beers cheering us on – they were all Comerades and part of the experience of the race….
I slowed down in the second half and met people with Cancer, AIDs and blisters coming out of their shoes. I ran behind men larger than average, but with hearts of lions going for their goal…. little old ladies that bent over double, rastas in dreadlocks and people in cow suits for cancer (GO Bedfordview!!!) I ran in with an Edenvale Runner, chatting and loving the Golden Mile… to see my hubby, Steve and best friends (Lisa and Mark) at the end waiting for me, brought the whole experience to a head and the tears came flooding!
I finished strong, one small blister and a lifetime of memories… and a dream to come back and do it all again.!!! …sometimes life feeds you a curve ball in terms of times, strengths, and daily abilities but to look around and see the miracles around you in Comrades makes the curve ball a little sweeter!
See you next year!
While I recognise that it was a tough run for all you runners, I have to say that this was the worst blasted Comrades I ever did….and I was just a supporter (aka dogs body)!!
I come from a background of running, having a very talented Father who run far too many marathons and ultras, and now a very talented boyfriend who ran again this year. As a fellow runner, I felt some pangs of jealousy when all my running girlfriends packed off to Durban, and I’m not going to deny I had regrets for not giving it a go this year. I’m also no stranger to the world of seconding (dragged out of bed as a kid to support Dad at various Korkies/ Tough Ones etc).
I wasn’t jealous for long. Nothing prepared me for the sight of thousands of shattered runners towards the end of the race, nevermind the complete loss of sanity that some experience on arrival at the finish.
Comrades is a incredible feat to accomplish, no matter where you come in the field. Signing up in the first place is vaguely insane; all the training that goes into it is even madder! But running the race takes amazing guts and mental stamina.
BUT, if you think that supporting/seconding you on the day is easy, think again!! The day is tough and draining and not altogether fun (unless you are the people who annually transport their wrought iron bed to the race route to watch from a more comfy vantage point). Traffic is horrendous, drivers’ tempers are frayed and you are under constant threat of missing a sighting of your “liefie”. The end of the race – as I have heard from many others, was chaos. Many unable to find their partners, crater-high stairs to climb with dead legs….and even the most mild-mannered, understanding of runners have the potential of turning into RunZilla on E…without warning! The emotional and mental response of pushing your body to the limit has some interesting reactions and permutations….!
So that was my worst experience of Comrades. Fortunately I didn’t have car keys, otherwise I would have driven off in a huff…a far more mature repsonse at the time, let me assure you. The only time I will ever consider Comrades again is if I am the one wearing the running shoes.
Well done to all…now go love up your seconds/supporters in case you need them next year.
Great post Bruce!
But for some perspective it would be nice to hear about your “easiest” Comrades. Yes it will be through rose tinted glasses of time passed but still an interesting read.
maybe writing about it will be better time spent than watching soapies ;)
Leo
How many weeks or months must I relax after comrades before I start training again?
Hi Thulani, here’s an article for you: http://www.runnersworld.co.za/training/training-know-how/post-comrades-running/
Bruce…
At age 55 I am sure there is still a lot in you. It seems the more mature runners perform better at ultra distances. Look at the performances of guys like Vladimir Kotov, Wally Hayward etc. For some reason I think there is still a Gold within you, nevermind silver. Even if it is only category gold. Go 4 it !
I plan to win at age 50. I am now 35. so I’ll start training in ten years time (lol!!) I lie. I already started training, but finishing in a time of 11:49 in 2007 I decided to take a break and regroup my priorities! Maybe one-day…. You are still our hero
If looking at my clubs results I would agree that it was a hard run for many. We also had a lot of runners that always run sub 9 that run 10 hours plus. As for me, I aimed for 11 and came in on 10.51 so I had a good run.
Well done Bruce – pity about the extra few seconds.
There are always mixed stories at the finish. In some years I have had a terrible run while others ran PBs. In other years I had a fair run and others had the PWs.
While most say this year was a really tough run I found myself having the best run from a timing and :comfort” perspective. Following a proper program for the first time was probably the key reason behind the way I felt.
I was in a small group with you early on Berea road and when I did go ahead on the way to Toll Gate, I was already questioning if it was a wise move.
I thought it was a good thing that the last up run was such a distant memory as I found the hills “easier” compared to the memories of fighting my way up them in previous years. I did take a bit of strain over the final third of the run but had the luxury of time on my hands for achieving my goal. It seemed that the wind was from behind, the tempratures just right and the support everywhere.
I crossed the finish line in 7:20:55 for my first silver in 24 runs (all completed) – It was an amazing feeling.
Considering most people say it was a difficult year, I can now look forward to the 2012 run and “know” that there is still more that can be achieved.
I dreamt it – I did it.
See you all on the road on June 3rd 2012.
Hi Keith. Would you be so kind as to let me know whay “proper programme” you followed?
Yep, Bruce, I think we’ve all just forgotten how tough the up run is. I bailed after 64 Km, dehydrated, vomiting, cramps, all the wonderful things that make Ultras so memorable.
I was running with Roy Tolfts in the 12 Hour Bus and i’m sure that it didn’t help when he handed me his pace setters falg and said “I’ll see you later, I’ll catch up” which as we know is code for “What the hell am I doing, this is just stupid”.
Having carried that flag and the expectations of the novices and other runners in the bus, I have a more than healthy respect for any of the RW Pace Setters, I like to blame the weight of expectations on my shoulders for my DNF, makes me feel better, although it might have been the 6min/Km splits going down Inchanga that got me, sorry passengers.
Anyway, I’ll be back next year, started running again last week, doing the Dryland Traverse 4 day stage race in November, that should be fun.
I am a little confused with the finishing numbers. You state there were 16 000 starters and 11 000 finishers resulting in a large drop out of 5 000 runners (rounded figures). According to Coach Norrie’s website (Norrie Williamson) 19 617 entered Comrades 2011, 16 500 qualified to run, 14 242 registered and collected “goodie bags” 12 637 runners crossed the start mat and 11 068 finished within the 12 hour cut-off. This then resulted in 1 569 runners “dropping out”. This is a 12.4% drop out rate. The numbers above (Bruce’s article)would have resulted in a drop out rate of 31.25%. So I am not sure what can be considered accurate.
Bruce, It was heartsore seeing you missing comrades silver medal by 30 seconds and you friend Arnold Geerts seems to have paced himself very well because he managed to pick the medal. I must say you did so well as compared to the previous two years. Indeed the 2011 comrades marathon was tough because even the winner Stephen Muzhingi walked on Polly shorts.
Well done Bruce, you’re such an inspiration!!
Lesiba L Molepo.
hi bruce im daniel u are my hero in running i also run comrades in 2006 and finished it was my best day eva then i had a accident and could nt ran i tried for the last 3 years to finish comrades bt always fall short any advise plz bruce i love running
hey bruce, you rock!