A whole month later later and I’m still processing. I’ve never run anything more than 19km’s - I have the iconic 9km Robberg as my base and for something more juicy there’s Cradock Peak. Trail running has never been about the distance for me, it’s about being out there, discovering.
There’s a sliver of sunlight spilling into my room. I’m awake but I lie in silence letting my thoughts filter through me. Observing. Feeling. Letting the day take shape as it wishes. One particular thought takes hold: “I’m not ready to let the world in”.
I was up long before my alarm sounded. Tired body, tired soul, a worn down mental state of mind after a rough night of little sleep. A constant slumber of dreams and fears entwined.
Weekends are my time to reflect. To slow things down. To dream up future adventures. To blissfully feel safe, comforted by the material things that surround me and then head out for new explorations all across the Garden Route.