seen the light, irrespective of whom or why. I can however share some of the comments and
other interesting actions around our marathon with you in this report, but first something else.
Our club has various types, shapes & sizes of members not to even mention the personalities.
One such member, an Iron Man achiever (Lady/Female) who belongs to a small group that
call themselves the “twisted sister” in Afrikaans “koeksisters” is Belinda Skinner. Belinda
was recently robbed/mugged by a “grypdief”. This person grabbed the chain around
Belinda’s neck with a sought after peace of lave rock attached to it and sprinted away.
What a dumb thing to do, to a woman who has a double green number for Comrades and a
finisher at the 2015 Iron man. Belinda gave chase and the robber eventually realized his
mistake, when he fell to the ground, utterly exhausted, and surrendered the stolen property.
The spectators then proceeded to give him the dust down he so richly deserved. I am sure
they were afraid of Belinda and thought it a good idea to be on her good side and give the
robber a hiding, instead of perhaps feeling her anger. Belinda now has her foot in a
moonboot. Can this action be from chasing the criminal and “getting” him, have anything to
do with the moonboot?
Household items are getting more expensive by the day. Take an article every one of us uses
daily, like toilet paper. Arnold Ossedrywer took part in the Spirit of Flight race when he
suddenly had a very loud call of nature. We are talking about a landing strip for aircraft
where vegetation and trees are none existent. Arnold had to leave the designated route in
search of temporary ablution facilities, which he found on the far side of the runway near the
Having concluded his urgent business, he realized that this “temporary ablution facility” had
no toilet paper. Arnold’s only option left was his socks. Running socks, selling at R40.00+
rand per pair, makes a rather expensive toilet paper. So we live and learn every day. Those
few tissues in a bank bag now in hind sight make so much sense.
One of the well known runners in Centurion, Iain McFadyen, wrote to our general manager
after completing his first Sizwe marathon. He complimented the route, the water tables, the
organisation and all the peripherals, but regarding shady trees he had the following to say.
“Sorry to say that, despite the excellent organisation, yesterday’s marathon was my worst
ever. Reason: no shade, no trees at the start or along the entire route”
I guess the heat got to Iain, because of the time of the day. Sorry Iain, but I mentioned this to
one of the other helpers on the day, and he pointed out something (tongue in cheek I might
add) that your comment regarding the “no trees” is not entirely true. All our clubs gazebos,
caravan en other branded items have a tree on it. It might not provide shade but the tree is
In the run up to the Sizwe marathon our club said that we want to make this race a
memorable one, something that will be a show stopper. Well we did achieve a large part of
that dream, and that was even before the actual race. In our preparation for this race we have
all the lights, bells & whistles that anyone could ask for, but for a different reason. For those
who may not know, ABI (Amalgamated Beverage Industries) better known as Coca Cola no
longer supply Coke to race locations. All Coke is delivered to Pilditch stadium from where
the individual clubs must then go and collect.
Johan van Vuuren (Oom Johan) was the designated driver that went and collected the Coke
for us from Pilditch. Unfortunately, I don’t want to blame any specific action, like incorrectly
packed, overloading or speed, but something went wrong. When Johan turned into Schubart
Street a few cases of Coke “unloaded” itself from the truck.
Johan succeeded in having the debris scattered across the road in such a fashion that the
entire road had to be closed, backing up traffic for kilometres. As for the lights, bells &
whistles, he even succeeded in that, because the fire department had to come and wash away
the Coke and clean up the glass fragments. Johan, I have it on good authority that you single
handily, put our race on the map with the Tshwane municipality. Congratulations!!!
My last story reminds me of the song “What do we do with the drunken sailor”, only in this
story it was a drunken chair. Let me explain. Gerard v/d Raad, or better known as Oom
Caravan Gerard has of late fallen twice and injured himself. Now I am not insinuating that
Gerhard, who never drank any alcohol in the past, but of late, he does enjoy a Guinness milk
stout, is the reason for the falling.
Now our story is not about Gerard falling but on the day of the Clover race, Gerard, as usual,
packed up the caravan and took it home after the race. En route, the door of the caravan was
“mysteriously” opened and Gerhard at one point saw this in the rear-view mirror.
Gerard, as a law abiding driver pulled over as soon as it was safe to do so in order to close the
caravan door. Much to his surprise he found that the wheeled chair that is used when the
caravans “beverages” are sold had left the caravan without his permission or prior warning.
Retracing the steps to the Clover venue proved fruitless.
Lastly I leave all our fish lovers, especially those who support Ocean basket with the news
that the SPCA closed down Ocean Basket after receiving numerous complaints of fish being
That’s it folks so cheers vir eers. edit.
The Running Reporter