After the Lord saved me, I realised that I had abused my body to the point that, if I did not start looking after it, I’m sure death would have been imminent. This motivated me to purchase a pair of running shoes and start running.
I grew up in the United States where our school year commenced in September and ended early June. That meant that we (but I’m not so sure about our parents!) enjoyed a three-month summer holiday. But though it was a long break, our cross-country coach
I ran my first 42.2km in June 1980. I ran my second marathon three months later, in September. The experiences were like chalk and cheese—much like the first part of our lockdown and the second part, which we enter today. In the first marathon, I