When I am asked if I have ever run the Comrades, I reply: "Yup. My best time is a 5.25… on the back of the media truck." It’s a joke that usually doesn’t get as many laughs I want, but then, the Comrades is no laughing matter. Well, it is if you aren’t running it. I have covered five or six Comrades from the back of the media truck. It’s been a while since I’ve headed down the N3 for the race, with the obligatory stop at the Nottingham Road brewery to contemplate the week ahead. These days I watch it from the comfort of home on the SABC, through the murk of a television feed that has at times looked as though it is shot on a dirty cellphone lens. But things change and the SABC is a new place these days. I am sure that cellphone lens has been cleaned since the cloudy one was sent packing. I have never run the Comrades. I have no intention of doing so. It’s a mad thing. I’ve seen people unable to walk for days afterwards. Friends have told me of getting into the bath after the race an...

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