I think that's the crux here, big difference between people who are natural/talented or focused runners who wan't to test their limits... and the many other people who just love the event and want to be apart of a special day. I fall into the latter, I'm not built for running (skinny me is still well over 80kgs), I've got zero family running history, it was just something I as a South African always admired and in 2013 decided to give a crack after I'd followed a few of my friends Comrades journeys. My training regime (or lack thereof) is frowned apon, and I can live with that, but it gets me what I want, and funnily enough, as much as I treasure my little medal and that special journey between Durbs and PMB in June, it's the build up, the friendships, sharing this journey with my wife, my clubmates, even the little chats on the hub, the Strava chirps, the little personal battles we all fight that make it now an intricate part of my yearly life. I do have aspirations of a Bill Rowan one day (that's in theory doable for me), training hours should become more readily available down the road as my little girls grow up, but I'm quite content for now to keep enjoying this little adventure and making the most of life inside and outside of the Comrades journey.
