And the oldest too. The Comrades was run for the first time in 1921, an idea of World War I veteran Vic Clapham to commemorate the South African soldiers killed during the war. And it’s not without it’s standards. All runners must qualify for it by running (at least) a standard marathon (42.2 km) in under 4 hours and 50 minutes while the race itself has a strict cut-off of 12 hours. In terms of size, in 2019 the race was capped at 25,000 runners, whereas in 2023 there were ‘only’ 16,072 on the start but with a phenomenal finisher rate of 92.68%.
The day before the race I met up with a friend, Ian Sharman, who’d I’d met in Bhutan at the Snowman Race the year before. If the name Ian Sharman rings some bells, it’s probably because he is one of the best (trail) runners in the world, currently holding the record for the Grand Slam of Ultrarunning as well as 9 Guinness Book of World's records. And having already run the Comrades 8 times, I knew that he’d be the right guy for some insider tips.
With Ian at the Expo |
This year was a ‘down’ race beginning inland in Pietermaritzburg at 5:30am and finishing on the coast in Durban. Rewind a few hours earlier and there’s me trying to get a couple hours of shut-eye before getting up at 2 am to catch the bus to the start. As if running 90 kilometers isn’t tough enough, but most runners are doing it on only a couple hours of sleep.
It is run in June, which is winter in the southern hemisphere, and it was very cold when I arrived in Pietermaritzburg at 4am. I had a jacket on which I figured I’d wear for the first 15 minutes or so till I got warmed up, but it was so cold and dark that I kept that jacket on for two whole hours before handing it off to a smiling local teenage girl who seemed thrilled to be getting a new running jacket.
Swimming in a sea of ultrarunners |
Power-walking the hills |
And then things completely changed. After struggling mentally and physically for nearly 7 hours, a 14-km stretch of a gentle downhill gave me a second wind and I felt like I had wings! I began passing runners left and right! Why are they walking downhill?!? I looked at my watch and the kilometers remaining and realized it was actually totally feasible for me to finish in under 10 hours. I was back on track and began pushing myself, determined to reach my goal if not for myself but for my daughter who was my biggest fan.
Soon I found myself running next to a little Indian woman wearing a shirt with the Indian flag and the word ‘INDIA’ on it. The crowd kept calling out to her, “Go India!” I was also rooting for her as we were working together to keep a good pace. And then, about 12 km away from the finish, we caught up with that third 10-hr pacer group. I was elated! The group had grown and they were probably about 100 strong, canvassing the entire road from left to right. Getting through them would not be easy. But thanks to tough little Miss India it wasn’t a problem at all. “You in yellow shirt! Move!” she began giving orders and I followed right on her heels. Over the next couple of kilometers we talked briefly about our timing, pace and both of us were set on the sub-10 finish. She’d stop briefly at the aid stations whereas I’d grab and go, but she’d quickly be at my side again. Then the second 10-hr pacer group came in sight at around 7 km out and we were on fire, busting our way through as though we were just out of the blocks. But soon after that I lost her at an aid station. She had stopped and didn’t return, but with only about 5km to go, and roughly 9 and a quarter on the clock, I knew we’d both make it under 10.
We were now in the city of Durban and there was lots to see, but still work to be done as the roads were not great and with several overpasses there were still some meters to climb. And then I thought I was hallucinating. With just over a kilometer to go to the finish, that last 10-hour pacer group, the one that I had run with for 20km but couldn’t keep up with, was in my sights. My legs felt as fresh as they were at the start and I had energy to spare as I easily worked my way through the group and could almost taste the triumph.
Seeing my daughter in the crowd |
The finish line arch was then in sight and the clock read 9:47… of which the remaining digits were meaningless. I was well under my goal time of 10 hours and feeling mentally and physically on top of the world!
Lessons learned:
• An ultramarathon is a journey, not a moment.
• Hours of lows can lead to hours of highs (and vice versa).
• The body is a wondrous endurance machine.
• There is no better sport than long-distance running.
Meeting 2nd place finisher Piet Wiersma in the Durban airport the day after the race |
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