Category: Features

It all began when Ingrid Ross drove to the Sports
Science Institute in Newlands, Cape
Town, looking for help with a niggly injury. “I was
recently 40 and needed a podiatrist, so I drove across town from Blaauwberg,
where I reside with my husband, toddler, dog and business as a swim instructor,
to seek out sound medical advice, for whatever the ailment.” (It turned out to
be ill-fitting running shoes.)

“So there I was at the lift, glum and bored with life,
staring at myself in the reflection of a man’s sweaty bicep and holding myself
up with the last drop of caffeine from that morning’s overdose, when an
advertisement caught my eye: Tri-Fit Entry Level Triathlon – Ladies only! Eight
weeks to your first triathlon. I can totally do this, I thought. In fact, a
little escape from my current reality was just what I had been looking for. One
new pair of running shoes later and I was signed up and ready to go.”

In pursuit of her new goal, Ingrid found herself doing
three training sessions per week at the institute and another three sessions in
her own time, with one rest day a week, which she lovingly describes as a virtual
oasis of horizontal bliss. “My toddler turned two and hurtled through the
house in search of me. My husband, now a tri-fit widower, started e-mailing me as I rushed from
one training session to another, leaving dinner instructions pinned
strategically to the fridge with feeble little hearts and fibbing IOU’s.” But
her build-up to that first tri was going smoothly.

A SLIGHT HITCH

“I would love to say, ‘Long story short, I finished seventh
out of 500 entrants, lost 12 kilograms, I’ve left my job as a swimming
instructor, and you’ll see me on the cover of next month’s FHM!’ Sadly, I fell ill
the week before the triathlon and was unable to compete, but I can honestly say
I
would have managed the swim without being taken by a giant alligator preying on
flailing legs and aquatic fatigue, I would have easily completed the cycle
without permanent damage to my pom-pom, and I would have breezed the final run,
because I had been well trained. My journey of change,
however, was none of the above.”

Ingrid says it came to her quietly, over a couple of
the training sessions. “I realised that I wasn’t nearly as swimming fit as I
fancied myself to be, the mountain bike ascends in Tokai
Forest left me eating dusty humble pie,
and the hill running in Newlands
Forest left me clutching my
last drops of sweaty sanity as they slid down my back. But then it happened. I
stopped drowning. I embraced the dark waters of Silvermine Dam and shivered
with glee as the cool air kissed my strengthening body. I sped up on the
downhills and laughed aloud at the mountains around me. I broke past the 10km
mark in running and sprinted on to an imaginary finish line of emotional
freedom that far exceeded the physical boundaries I had pushed.”

SEEING THINGS CLEARLY

As Ingrid puts it, her life-lesson did not come in the
form of a medal or a size 6 waist, it came in the realisation that it’s okay to
ignore a few e-mails and call in the babysitter in order to go for a run or
squeeze in a long swim at the gym. “My business steamed on in the background. My
husband managed to buy milk. My child’s first long sentence became, “Mommy
running with mommy friends”. And of course the dog, he’s still with us – alive
and well.”

“Sometimes you will be Supermom and sometimes you will
not. That’s okay. And I’m better at being okay because of it. I did not summit
mountains, I didn’t cycle the Tour de France, and I certainly did not swim icy
oceans, but I did get off my hamster wheel. And that was my real goal in all of
this.”

When you exercise, you produce heat, which your body
controls through sweating, thus cooling the body, but you are then at risk of
becoming dehydrated. Athletes can lose anything from 400ml to two litres of
sweat in just one hour, especially if running intensely, or running in high
heat or humidity. As little as 2% dehydration can hurt your athletic
performance, so athletes are told to drink regularly and top up on fluids.

Now if you are running for less than 60 minutes, water
will be enough to stay hydrated and save kilojoules, and sports drinks are not
needed, because research shows they only offer benefits to people exercising
for longer than one hour. Therefore, sports drinks are recommended for
endurance athletes trying to reach peak performance, especially if training
hard, sweating a lot, and wearing protective equipment and clothing, because
they provide

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Fluids to cool down
your body and replace what you lost.

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Carbohydrates for
quick energy.

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Sodium and potassium,
the chief minerals lost in sweat.

Fluid needs vary from person to person, and according
to the type of activity and the length of time that you are active, but as a
general rule of thumb, runners should:

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Drink one to one to
two cups of sport drink four hours or less before exercise.

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Keep fluids with you
when you run and sip regularly to replace water lost through sweat, but let
your thirst guide you.

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Post-run, eat your
meals and snacks and drink as you feel you need to, but especially drink up to 1.5
cup (375 ml) of fluid if you have not produced any urine, or only a small
amount of bright yellow urine.

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Water is always a
good option post-run, but you can also drink milk or chocolate milk, 100% fruit
juice or another sports drink.

WHAT TO LOOK FOR

1. Water: Make sure your sports drink is
not carbonated, so it is easy to drink and doesn’t make you feel full.

2. Sodium: The white powder on
your clothes or skin is the salt you lose in sweat, and this loss can lead to
muscle cramps, so sports drinks should contain at least 300 to 700mg of sodium
per litre. Ultra-endurance athletes prone to cramping may require more.

3. Carbohydrate (sugar): Sugar keeps
blood glucose from dropping and helps fuel active muscles and the brain, so 30
to 60 grams of carbohydrate per hour of activity can improve endurance, power
output and delay fatigue. To prevent stomach problems, make sure your drink has
no more than 80 grams of carbohydrate per litre, as that is generally the limit
of what your body can easily absorb.

4. Flavour: Drinks with flavour
are easier to swallow, especially when you’re tired.

SPORT DRINKS VS ENERGY DRINKS

The typical energy drink contains more carbohydrate
than the typical sports drink and gets most carbs from one or two sugars, such
as high fructose corn syrup. Because of this, energy drinks are more likely
than sports drinks to cause a stomach upset during exercise. Many energy drinks
are also carbonated, further increasing the risk of GI distress. Furthermore, energy
drinks usually contain caffeine, which can boost athletic performance, but most
sports drinks do not contain it because your body becomes used to it with
regular use and it loses its boosting effect.

Most importantly, it is important to try a sports
drink in training first before using it in competition, as you don’t want to
find out mid-race that something doesn’t work for you, or disagrees with your
stomach!

I was at a mate’s braai
when I found a scale in the bathroom, took a deep breath, and stepped on with
eyes closed. I waited a few seconds, then opened one eye to peek at the
numbers: 107kg. I had put on exactly 22kg in the 10 years since leaving school!
So I poured the remainder of my beer down the drain and left, feeling very
sorry for myself (and ashamed). Sunday morning, I was at the shops and standing
in front of the shoes, where I decided not to buy an expensive pair, as I
doubted how long this exercise escapade would last… But nonetheless, I had
taken the first step. So, leaving the shops with a pair of shoes, XL shorts and
an XL vest, I was ready to hit the tar.

Monday, 11 January, the alarm
went off at 5:30am. After snoozing for a while, I remembered those evil numbers
on the scale and pulled my lazy butt out of bed. After 15 minutes of stretching,
I set out on a run. I felt like an abandoned car starting up for the first time
and coughed and spluttered down the road. With palpitations starting, lungs burning,
face all red, I had to stop and lie on the pavement. So I did the walk of shame
back home. All 300m I had managed to run. Total time on the road: Seven
minutes. I was shattered and disheartened. But the next day I tried again, and
the day after that, and the week following, until my buddy Kyle and I went for
a 4km run. He ran most of the way with his hand on my back, pushing me, for 47 minutes.

READY TO RACE

My first race was the Om
Die Dam 10km and I set myself a target of one hour. I arrived at the line in
basketball shorts and golf shirt, which provided had my mates chuckling the
whole day, but I finished in 58 minutes and got my first medal – what an awesome
feeling! So I decided to really give this running game a go and a group of
mates and I started a small running club in the Greenstone area, meeting up on
Wednesday and Friday mornings for runs. Slowly the mileage built up and I soon
found myself entering 21km races.

I did marathons (PB 3:52) and
ultra-marathons, as well as the Ironman 70.3 in January 2012. Then I set my
sights on Comrades 2012. Standing on the start line, I had a feeling of “I’ve
made it this far, 89km until everything I have worked so hard for pays off.” I
had my family strategically placed on the route and it was amazing to see them,
stop and refuel, then be off again, each time saying, “See you in Durban.” Ten
hours and 42 minutes later, I accomplished my dream, I had run the Comrades
Marathon, the most awesome accomplishment of my life. I felt like a hero!

My whole lifestyle has changed
for the better, and it’s all because of running. I have now lost 27kg, and it
wouldn’t have been possible without my family and friends. Our little
Greenstone Hooligans running club got me up on those cold mornings and the guys
trained with me to get me through it all. You guys are awesome!

It all started when Monica saw that Argus cyclists were
not getting anything besides their race number when registering for the event,
and she thought it would be a novel concept to give them a goodie bag filled
with product samples. “It took me a year to get my ducks in a row, and once I got
the go ahead, it was a fairly hard sell at first, because my clients had to
give me product and still pay to go into the bag, but the aim was to place their
samples directly in the hands of a targeted consumer, because we guaranteed a 100%
certainty that each bag would go to a cyclist.”

Those first 25 000 goodie bag were packed at Monica’s
home in Constantia, Cape Town, and she says it was a much bigger undertaking than
she had anticipated. “I learnt a lot about logistics, spacing and timelines the
hard way, but it was also a great success, because everybody loves a goodie
bag, no doubt about that!” And that first bag soon led to more, with Monica
asked to supply goodie bags for the Old Mutual Two Oceans Marathon, Discovery
Cape Times Big Walk, Momentum 94.7 Cycle Tour and a number of other premier
cycling, running and walking events.

In recent years Monica has been joined in the business
by her daughter, Kendall, who studied for a BA Business Admin degree
specialising in marketing, and each year the two source products for 365 000
bags across 18 premier sporting events, the biggest being the Discovery 702
Walk the Talk in Johannesburg with 55 000 bags, as well as a few corporate
events, including the prestigious Loerie Awards for the advertising industry. “To
date we have sampled over R700 million of products over 18 years!” says Monica
proudly.

MARKETING OPPORTUNITY

Goodie bags are not always properly understood by
athletes and organisers alike. “A goodie bag is a marketing exercise to attract
new consumers, and for that reason, some people prefer to call it a sample bag,”
explains Monica. “We guarantee our clients exclusivity, with just one product
per category in a bag, such as only one deodorant or shampoo, or one chocolate,
and we can advise them where to send their products, based on the demographics
of the specific events. The bag is therefore not part of the entry fee of an
event, and is not a gift to the athletes. But that said, it is a known fact an
event is often judged on its goodie bag.”

After 18 years of sampling, Monica says she has worked
out what athletes look for in a goodie bag. “They love eating something,
especially chocolates or sweets. I call it the ‘Bar One Dive’ when they go
looking for something to eat in their bags. Sachets of Vaseline, Arnica or
sunscreen that they can carry in a pocket during the event are also popular,
and they love post-event pampering products like bubble bath. People also love
quick breakfast samples that they quickly grab the morning of the event.”

Post-event, Monica asks athletes to rate the goodie
bag content through quick online surveys, with great incentive prizes to do so,
which then gives her clients valuable feedback on their products. “We ask the
athletes to tick what they liked or used from the bag, and we get on average a
12.5% response, which is much bigger than most sampling surveys ever get. Athletes
often want to give feedback on bags.”

GIVING BACK

Monica says that it is very important to her that her
business also gives back, and so she contracts in disability workshops to pack
the bags, using Services for the Blind in Johannesburg, the Alta Du Toit
Aftercare Institution for mentally challenged adults in Cape Town, and the
Durban Coastal Mental Health Challenge Workshop in KZN. “Not only do the
packers get paid for their work, but they benefit from the motor co-ordination
skills work,” says Monica, adding that she also give an event’s official
charity free inclusion in the bag.

“It then takes many truckloads to get the bags from
the packing houses to the expo or registration point, and in Johannesburg we
have Pickfords providing free transport as its contribution to the blind, which
in turn allows me to keep the price for sampling down, so that I can give my
clients great value for money, and the athletes a great goodie bag.”

For more info, go to www.goodiebag.co.za

At the recent Olympic Games in London, former South
African 110-metre hurdles champion and record-holder Wessel Bosman (54) did a
presentation to the IOC about winter sport in southern Africa and then found
himself talking to people like London head organiser Seb Coe, and Prince Albert
and Charlene Wittstock of Monaco, about his vision for a sports university in
the middle of Lesotho. “I went as a guest of the Lesotho Olympic Committee and
had a VIP pass to get into all the events, and I met so many
people that see the value of high altitude training in Lesotho, especially
given that it is in the same time zone as Europe.”

DISCOVERING SNOW

It all started in 1998 when Wessel went to the Winter
Olympics in Nagano, Japan. He’d never seen snow before, let alone skied, but he
took the ski lift to the top of the mountain, and then proceeded to take five
hours to come back down again! “I met a Japanese skier and told him I had never
skied before, so he told me to rather use the service road that circled the
mountain to get down again. When I asked him what to do if I wanted to slow
down, he just said ‘snow plough!’”

When
he got back from Japan, Wessel came up with the idea to start a ski resort in
Lesotho, having found out that a number of South Africans regularly went there
to ski, so he negotiated a land lease with the Lesotho government to establish
Afri Ski. “What I didn’t realise at first was that that building a lift isn’t
enough – you also need a restaurant, toilets, equipment, etc. Luckily I was
joined by passionate people and it all worked out. I believe it was just meant
to be – I started with R5000 and an idea, and today it is worth hundreds of
millions, but these days I’m just the guy that cleans the snow, because I sold my
shares and let the business people take it further.”

“I
also realised that high altitude training was possible there at 3200 metres
above sea level, so right from the beginning I said it had to be a full-year venue,
to include running, cycling, etc. See, I was not just a crazy guy starting a
ski resort in Africa!” Nowadays some of Lesotho’s top runners base themselves at
Afri Ski, including Mamorallo Tjoka and Tsepo Ramonene, who represented Lesotho
in the London Olympic Marathon. Wessel sponsored them and accompanied the
Lesotho team to the Games as a guest of the Lesotho Olympic Committee, which
gave him the opportunity to share his ideas with some of the most influential
people in world sport.

LEAPING HURDLES

Wessel grew up on the family farm near Vivo in the Far
North, then joined the Police Force in Pretoria, where he established himself
as an athlete. Between 1979 and 1989 he won the SA 110-metre hurdles title
three times as well as the 100m dash title once, helped set two 4x100m relay SA
records, and he held the SA record for the 110m hurdles for nearly 17 straight
years – except for one week in 1988. After hanging up his spikes for good,
Wessel dabbled in building wooden houses before heading off to Mozambique for
three years to trade in prawns. Next he imported cars to Swaziland and Lesotho,
and then found himself starting a ski resort.

In 2005, with just one week’s planning, Wessel and
his late son Johan hopped on their motorcycles to ride the ‘Cairo to Cape Town
Winter Olympic Drive,’ and they proceeded to do the trip in 19 days and break
the trans-continental record by one day. Next he decided to ride solo through
West Africa, but fell and broke his leg and shoulder in Angola. “When they took
my boot off, my lower leg was just flapping around, so they splinted it with
pieces of wood and loaded me on a bakkie and took me to the nearest clinic,
50km away.” He was airlifted out by an Angolan army helicopter and returned to
SA, where he underwent various operations. “I was desperate not to lose my leg,
so when I heard about a friend who had almost lost his leg but had a miraculous
recovery after sessions in a hyperbaric chamber, I immediately went for it as
well. Without that I would be in a wheelchair today.”

Despite
his leg still giving him pain, Wessel has not slowed done one bit, and is still
brimming with energy and campaigning for true winter sports to be established
in southern Africa. So who knows, maybe some day soon we
will have a South African bobsledding team…

At
the end of 2008, Caroline Wostman set herself this New Year’s Resolution: Run
the Comrades Marathon. “I was always active, but never took it seriously. After
my first child, though, I put on some weight, and after she turned a year old,
I decided to start running. Now I’m addicted!” says the Senior Lecturer in
Auditing at Wits.

After
competing in a few 5km runs, Caroline joined Breakthru Midrand Striders and was
all set for their 21km club run. “They were all so supportive, even though I
was overly optimistic!” Caroline then entered her first official half marathon
event at the Dis-Chem 21, but she missed the start. “I was such a rookie so I
started right at the back with some walkers. I had no idea that you had to be
at the start well before the time. I didn’t consider things like parking!”

STEPPING IT UP

Shortly
after her Dis-Chem finish, Caroline tackled the Pick n Pay Marathon and was
taken aback with the demanding distance. “At 35km, I hit the wall. At that
point, I doubted whether I’d ever do Comrades. I was completely exhausted at
42km.” Next up was the Deloitte Marathon, where she had to bail, but she bounced
back with a comfortable finish at the Akasia Marathon, followed by the 50km Om-Die-Dam,
where she could feel that she was ready to take Comrades on.

“At
the club, I’m fortunate enough to get advice from everyone. Comrades experts
were willing to share their knowledge and I knew I’d be okay,” says Caroline.
“Still, my first Comrades I was nervous. The first 30km, I was stressing about
finishing. The next 30km, I enjoyed my run. The last 30km, I was thinking ‘Am I
stupid to have taken this on?’” She finished in a time of 9:17:39, exhausted
and relieved. “I took no gels or energy drinks and I didn’t enjoy it like I
should have,” she says, “but I knew I’d be back! On the highway back home, I
was shattered, but already thinking about next time.”

MEDAL-CHASE

Having
earned a bronze medal in 2009, Caroline set her sights on a Bill Rowan in her
next run, but then in 2010 she and husband Haiko were planning their second
child, so she had to watch the race on TV. “I was at home watching the runners come
into the finish, wishing I was there. Comrades is such a special event – it unites
a country and everyone has respect for the race.”

And
so she was back for 2011’s Up Run. “I started slow, ran very conservatively. At
Camperdown I saw my husband and kids and they told me about a club mate who
wasn’t too far ahead, so I wanted to catch him.” Caroline caught up with her
club mate and went on to a 8:33:29 finish and a comfortable Bill Rowan – which
got her thinking about her next goal for 2012: A silver medal. “I knew a lot of
guys at the club who had tried to get a silver, but never made it, so I knew I
had to pick up my training to get there.”

To
achieve this, Caroline asked Midrand Striders Club Captain Leon Baker to coach
her. “We did a lot of hill-training and speedwork, and I tested my speed in the
Chamberlains 21km, getting in under 1:30 and finishing fifth. She also got advice
from Coach Norrie Williamson, who came to talk at the club before Comrades, and
with Leon,
she worked out a race plan of running 6km before walking for a breather, having
tested it at Om-Die-Dam.

TOP 20 SURPRISE

Caroline
received a Super-C seeding for Comrades and says she felt pressured by starting
right in the front, but stuck to her plan. “At five minutes a kay, every half
an hour I’d walk, and I met up with Leon at 30km in. We ran together up
until Cowies Hill before I felt good enough to go ahead and run my race.” That
saw her come home 15^th in the women’s field in a time of 7:16:48,
taking over two hours off her previous Down Run time, and she was elated to get
her silver.

“It
just all went well on the day. Now I want to keep on going and get another
silver!” says Caroline. No doubt there will be quite a few people watching her
progress keenly, because she seems destined for even greater things. Perhaps a top
10 finish and a gold medal? Watch this space.

“Never in a
million years did I imagine that I would become a professional sports person!”
says Chrissie, “I have taken a rather unique path to professional sport. I
didn’t grow up like many other triathletes watching Ironman on TV and wanting
to qualify for the World Championships in Hawaii.” In fact, Chrissie started the sport
in 2004 on a borrowed bike and wearing an old wetsuit that was too big for her,
but having just worked in Nepal
for 16 months, where she cycled to work every day and explored the countryside
on her bike, her fitness was already up there. “I didn’t do any structured
training – just grinding up and down the hills was enough to make me super
strong!”

ROOKIE PRO

In 2006,
Chrissie went back to the UK
and entered a few triathlons and amazed everyone, including herself, by winning
the Shropshire Olympic Triathlon and qualifying for the World Triathlon
Championships in Lausanne, Switzerland. She quickly hired a
coach, trained solidly for 10 weeks and managed to win her first amateur title,
beating her nearest rival by four minutes in 2:17:32. “I seriously couldn’t
believe what I had achieved! Then I had to decide whether or not to take the
risk, give up my job and have a go at professional triathlon. I just knew I
never wanted to look back and think ‘what if’.”

So in 2007,
Chrissie gave it all up to become a pro triathlete, but was still only thinking
of doing the short-course Olympic distance. “I didn’t actually know anything
about Ironman, other than that I thought you had to be crazy to do it! But my
coach suggested that I do Ironman Korea
in 2007, and I won it in 9:54:37 and managed to qualify for the World Ironman Championships
six weeks later in Kona, Hawaii.” Much to her surprise, Chrissie
grabbed her first World Champ title in 9:08:45 – the only athlete, male or
female, to have done that in their first year turning pro. She then won the
next two years as well, to become only the third women to have achieved three
consecutive victories in Hawaii, the other two being Paula Newby-Fraser and
Natascha Badmann.

However, she
describes her fourth World Ironman Championship title in Kona last year as the
pick of the bunch. Despite starting the race with a torn pectoral muscle
resulting from a bike crash two weeks earlier, Chrissie was still determined to
prove herself. “I dug to the very depths of my soul and truly pushed beyond any
limit I thought existed,” she explains. “It was the hard-fought race I have
always dreamed of, and I feel that maybe at this race I proved to myself, and
others, that I really was truly worthy of being called a champion.”

EMBRACING SOUTH AFRICA

Chrissie
visited this country on two occasions before her 2011 Ironman SA win: In 1999,
as a student on an adventure trip passing through Cape Town, and in 2002 as a member of the UK
Government Delegation to the UN World Summit on Sustainable Development. Having
developed a fondness for the place and its people, she says her Ironman win here
was even more meaningful.

“The
course, the crowds and the final finish chute at Ironman SA truly make it one
of the best in the world. I ran down the red carpet with a new World Ironman
Record of 8:33:56 on the clock, a rainbow of confetti raining down, and a
beaming smile on my face.” Chrissie not placed eighth overall and nearly 35
minutes ahead of women’s runner-up Rachel Joyce, but also set new female bike,
run and course records, and her marathon time of 2:52:54 was faster than all of
the men on the day!

A FULL-TIME JOB

For the
champ, triathlon is a lifestyle, and she devotes every minute to her game. “I
believe that triathlon is a 24/7 job. I devote my life to it. Exercise,
resting, sleeping and eating are all part of training. It’s not just about when
you are in the pool, on the bike or running – if you forget to focus on rest
and recovery then you will never fulfil your true potential,” she explains. She
adds that consistency is key: She doesn’t rev up her training hours or mileage just
before a race; she prefers to work consistently hard, only varying her programme
slightly if a big race is coming up. She might try and hit faster times for her
1km track run reps or alternately hit the same times, but with a reduced
recovery, just to test her sharpness.

Chrissie does
six running sessions a week, including a long run of around 32km (in around 2
hours 15) and two interval sessions (one with 800m to 1600m reps, at faster
than race pace, and the second on hills). She also does a brick (bike/run
session) with a three-hour bike straight into a hard 10km tempo run, and two
steady 45-50min run sessions, on top of dedicated bike and swim training
sessions, plus she also does three to four strength and conditioning sessions
of 45–60 minutes each. “But I don’t lift heavy weights, and training also
comprises recovery, nutrition, hydration, massage, physical therapy, and the
all-important hours of sleep!”

When it
comes to food, she says she doesn’t count calories, but still keeps her intake
to about 5 000 a day when in full training. “My diet comprises lots of
fresh fruits and veggies, whole grains like brown rice, quinoa, buckwheat, couscous,
avocados, nuts and seeds. I also eat some type of meat once a day, with red
meat once a week. Biltong was also on the menu when I lived in Stellenbosch,
with a dollop of Mrs Balls on the side!” Come race day, Chrissie’s diet is also
strict: Cream of rice for breakfast and one gram of carbs per kilo of body
weight per hour on route. “Immediately after the race I crave chips, a kebab,
pizza or burgers, and tend to indulge in more than one!”

YES, S*IT HAPPENS!

While
Chrissie has enjoyed many momentous wins in her career, there have been races
and sessions she calls “total turds.” In 2006, racing the Redditch Super
Sprint, her borrowed wetsuit turned out to be too big and water flooded in. “I
couldn’t swim and had to be rescued by a kayaker. Game over!” Injury and
mishaps are all part of the game and she’s happy to have overcome instead of
giving up. “Successful athletes don’t always travel along a path paved with
roses. They overcome disappointment and self-doubt to win. One might say it is
precisely because they endure those turd-like troughs that they can rise to the
peaks of global greatness! A wise Buddha once said that ‘the arrow that hits the bull’s-eye is the result of 100 misses’.”

Chrissie has taken 2012 off from full training and racing. “I
believe that racing should never be the be-all and end-all of my life. I wanted
to inject some variety back into my life this year, some balance, and some
spontaneity.” Therefore, Chrissie is now spending more time with family and
friends, reading more widely, going to concerts, promoting her autobiography, A Life Without Limits, and also working
closely with the charities she supports.
“Sport has a tremendous power and can be a force for considerable change
through fundraising and awareness efforts,” she says.

When asked about her future, Chrissie is happy for it to
remain unknown and exciting. In her book, she writes, “…how can I speculate on
what the future holds, when the present is so astronomically removed from
whatever expectations I might have had in my youth? My only policy throughout
has been to keep an open mind and, whatever I may do, to give it my all. It
still takes my breath away to think where that simple outlook on life has taken
me. I never set out to be a world champion – not many ordinary girls from Norfolk do – but neither
have I ever wanted to be left wondering, ‘What if?’ “

Chrissie’s Best Motivational ADVICE

1.      
Have a clear, realistic goal: Write it down, then post it
somewhere visible. It’s also crucial to know why you want to achieve this. You
must be passionate, excited and energised about the goal.

2.      
Create a plan: To give direction and structure, and prevent procrastination, the plan
should be realistic and tailored to you and your lifestyle.

3.      
Create an environment that supports this plan: For
example, find a gym,
running track and pool that are conveniently close and financially affordable
in the long term.

4.      
Set smaller tasks as stepping-stone
goals: These make the bigger, long-term goals
seem less overwhelming, and ensure that you can enjoy the journey with successes
along the way.

5.      
Use music: Listen to a podcast or lecture, download Chrissie’s AudioFuel workouts
(coaching and motivation combined!), or read your favourite book or watch an
uplifting movie or YouTube clips while spinning.

6.      
Keep a log of your workouts: Make sure you highlight any accomplishments and
successes, note how they make you feel, and then celebrate getting up and over
these little milestones.

7.      
Sometimes we need others to help motivate, guide and encourage us: This could be a coach or
training partner, your spouse and children, a local sports club/group, or even
online chat forums.

8.      
Train your brain: Recognise negative self-talk and
consciously replace those thoughts with positive affirmations!

Pinning
David Grier down for an interview is a challenging business when he literally
flies into the country for one day, having just run 1350km the length of the
UK, before flying back to run the length of Ireland, another 552km – and then
he is likely going to go back up north to run Hadrian’s Wall, a further 120km…
But he’s happy to chat on the phone about his latest fundraising run to raise
funds for Operation Smile while waiting in the airport lounge for his flight
back to London.

David
was one half of the SA duo that ran the length of the Great Wall of China in
2006, along with Braam Malherbe. Then they ran the SA Coastline Challenge, from
the Namibia/SA border to the SA/Mozambique border. David then went solo,
paddling from SA to Madagascar and running the length of the island (south to
north), an epic trek that saw him come close to dying several times. Next up he
ran the length of the Indian sub-continent (north to south) in 2011. “Out of
all my journeys, India was the hardest. It was a mental battle every single day
to carry on, because India is so chaotic. I had people around me 24/7 and never
got any peace. The noise, pollution, traffic, and constant harassment by police
and officials were terrible, but the incredible people pulled me through.”

OLYMPIC SPIRIT

With
his Indian run still fresh in the memory, this runner extraordinaire came up
with another idea to raise funds on the run: “I phoned up the London 2012
Olympic Committee and told them I wanted to do a fundraising run across the UK,
given that the Games were about to start, and they said they were fine with
that, as long as I didn’t end up in any of the stadia. So I asked Andrew Stuart,
part of my support crew in India who ran quite a bit of that run with me, to
run the UK Challenge with me, with Darren
Swartz as support.”

This
saw the two runners start at John O’Groats, the northern tip of Scotland, and
run to Land’s End at the southern tip of England. “We started on the 20^th
of June, it took us 25 days to finish, and it rained on 24 of those days!” says
David. “They put us on the A roads, because we were not allowed to run on any
of the M road highways, but the A roads have virtually no verge, just a white
line and then about 100mm of tar. So we had trucks and cars flying down the
road at us and and due to the weather, we would get obliterated by the spray of
water from one vehicle, then the next driver couldn’t see us and would have to
swerve at the last second. We were diving into the hedges all the time! And the
few times we accidentally ended up on an M Road, the police were usually there
within minutes!”

INJURY HURDLES

It
was also an eventful run for David thanks to his Achilles. “Our aim was to cover
50km a day and we had a tight deadline to meet because my flight back to SA was
already booked for the 15^th of July. This was the first time I ran against
the clock, and that made it very hard. The first day we did 38km, then 48 on
day two and from then on we were hitting 50 comfortably, but 300km in, I pulled
my Achilles and thought I had ruptured it. I’ve had injury problems in all my
runs – every morning you wake up and think, how far can I go today? Then you
take it one day at a time, concentrate on the injury and just try to keep
going.”

“So
I took anti-inflammatories and the next day we had to walk 55km – it took us 14
hours! We did that for a week and that solved the problem, but now we were behind
schedule, so we had to pick up our daily distance in order to make the deadline.
We were averaging 5 to 5.5 minutes per kay, and would start each day with 15km
of walk five minutes, run 10 minutes hard, then go up to 5/20 sets for 40km,
and end off with another 5/10 set for the last 15km. That allowed us to push
70km a day, and we were flying!”

IRISH ADD-ON

The
reason David headed straight back to run Ireland is because of an online
competition run in conjunction with the UK Challenge. He asked supporters to
like his Facebook page and if the ‘like counter’ finished higher than his
mileage at the end of the run, he said he would run Ireland as well. With the
tremendous support David enjoys for his runs, the flights were soon being
booked… and he may have another run coming up straight after Ireland.

“The
guys at Aegis Media in SA challenged me to a virtual race. When I am two days
from finished in Ireland,
they will start a 120km treadmill relay at their offices, and if they beat Andy
and I to the finish line, I must go run Hadrian’s Wall.
But we’re flying along at 70km a day at the moment, so I don’t think they will
do 120km faster than us.” After a short pause, David then adds, “But I reckon I
will go run Hadrian’s Wall anyway.”

MORE ADVENTURE

Unsurprisingly,
David already has plans in place for his next run, but he says he is
approaching things differently now. “I can’t do this forever – and I don’t want
to be this old piece of biltong still crunching the road in 20 years’ time – so
I’m challenging others to step up now and make a difference. We’ve already got
other athletes doing long runs or paddles, even an artist doing 30 paintings in
30 days, all to raise funds for Operation Smile. Then in two year’s time, I
want to take a group on my next journey, all fathers and working men like me,
and we’re looking to run and paddle Cuba.”

David
recently launched a new healthy cooldrink for kids with Liquifruit, called I-can.
“It’s a blend of red grape and pomegranate, and the name is short for ‘I can
achieve anything.’ For every can sold, R1 goes to the Miles for Smiles
Foundation.” Through initiatives like this and his incredible running feats,
David hopes to continue raising funds for the kids who need operations. “We’ve
raised over R5 million and funded over 1200 operations already, but it is
getting more and more difficult to raise funds due to the economic climate, and
people are suffering from ‘donor fatigue.’ So I don’t have a specific target in
terms of how much I want to raise. It takes just R5500 to completely change the
life of one of these kids, so I just want to make as much of a difference as I
can.”

To
support David and his fellow fundraisers, go to www.milesforsmiles.co.za.

I was most
honoured to be asked to go to Dervock in July and talk about one of the town’s
own sons, and one of SA’s greatest sportsmen. Kennedy Kane McArthur was a
remarkable man who had many hardships to overcome in his adopted country and
worked hard, both in his profession as policeman and in his sport, but it was a
life of adventure that took him from the green Irish countryside to the dry,
harsh environment of the Transvaal Highveld in SA. However, McArthur never for
a moment forgot that he was an Irishman and he never let other people forget it
either. It is said that he “talked incessantly about Ireland and about the blue
hills and green glens of his native Antrim”, and according to five-time
Comrades Marathon winner, Arthur Newton, McArthur “had just two subjects of
conversation: Ireland and athletics. He would talk about either for hours and
hours, and for as long as there was anyone around to listen.”

Yet he proudly
wore the green and gold SA colours in Stockholm, with the Springbok on his
chest, and after his victory said: “I went out to win or die and it was worth
two-and-a-half years working and waiting for. I am prouder to have won for
South Africa than for myself.” McArthur never lost a marathon and occupies a
unique place among the heroes of South Africa’s sporting history. He was the
first to win a distance event for SA at the Olympic Games and was one of the
country’s most accomplished runners during the first two decades of the 20th
Century.

BORN TO RUN

Big Ken, as
he was called in Dervock, worked as a postman and could often be seen running
through the streets delivering the mail. In 1901 he emigrated to South Africa,
towards the end of the Anglo-Boer War (1899-1902), as a volunteer member of the
Baden-Powell South African Constabulary. He was appointed as a third-class
trooper and was later promoted to constable in 1905, then transferred to the Transvaal
Police in 1908 and was stationed in the Potchefstroom district. He seldom did
his patrol work on horseback and mostly walked, even though he had a huge area
to cover. After the First World War, McArthur joined the Transvaal Town Police
and in 1931 retired from the South African Mounted Police with the rank of
sergeant. After that he worked for Crown Mines as head of the mine police.

He met his
future wife, Johanna Jacoba Christina Louw, at a party held at her parents’
Potchefstroom home. Nicknamed Joey, her first impression of the tall,
well-built Irishman was not favourable – her first thought was, “What a horse’s
face!” – but they saw each other often after that. He was already running then and
she often accompanied him on her bicycle during training sessions. McArthur was
big for a marathon runner – he was 1.88 m tall, weighed about 77kg and loved
food – but when he started his running career around 1903, he achieved
immediate success, as the many trophies in the Potchefstroom Museum attest. McArthur
scored victories in shorter track races and also in cross-country, but on a
national level he was outshone early on by Charles Hefferon, winner of the
silver medal in the 1908 Olympic marathon, and Chris Gitsham, who won silver
behind McArthur in 1912.

UP TO THE MARATHON

The SA
Amateur Athletic Association had been formed in 1894, and enthusiasm for
cross-country running and walking in the first few years of the century led to
interest in the marathon, with the first ever marathon in SA being run in
August 1907 in Cape Town. McArthur tried his first marathon – actually it was
only 20 miles – in April 1908 and just 18 days later won the first SA Marathon
Championship in Cape Town. Despite this easy victory, he was not selected for
the 1908 Olympics, causing huge controversy because Hefferon, who had dropped
out of the race, was included in the team. Even in those days politics played
its ugly role in sport and one newspaper called the selection decision “gross
favouritism.” But even though he was denied a chance for Olympic glory this
time around, the victory launched a tremendous marathon career

In Durban in
October 1909, he won The Latest Marathon and set an SA record of 2:44:36 – at
the time, the world record was 2:42:31. This performance is even more
significant if one takes into account that the race had started at 2 o’clock in
the afternoon, which in the usually humid subtropical conditions of Durban,
could not have made it easy for the competitors. Just more than a year later,
McArthur ran even faster when he won the Argus Marathon in Cape Town in
2:42:58, then the fastest time ever recorded anywhere in the world on an
out-and-back course. He also won his first SA track title, over 10 miles, just
a week before the Olympic team’s departure for Europe.

TOUGH AS NAILS

Athletes did
not have it easy in those days, not even at the Olympic Games. Whereas today
millions are spent on sport, equipment and nutrition for elite sportsmen, the
South Africans in Stockholm had to make do with less than ideal circumstances.
According to coach H.B. Keartland, the team was always short of money. Also, running
a marathon back then was no jog in the park, with dusty, uneven roads, and
cyclists and motorists racing along in front or reversing back to report
progress or support the back-runners. Even the conditions in Stockholm were
extremely arduous, with the temperature reported as being 32 degrees in the
shade. Luckily the dirt roads were hard-packed and both swept and lightly
watered before the race, and all wheeled traffic was forbidden. Still, it is
alleged that McArthur lost almost 6kg during the race. Joey said teetotaller
Ken was given champagne after the race and drank seven glasses before he
realised what it was!

Ken’s winning
time in Stockholm was 2:36:54, more than six minutes faster than in Cape Town
two years earlier, but the distance was only 40.2km. (The now standard distance
of 42.195km (26 miles 385 yards) was only used at the Olympic Games from 1924
onwards.) One rather florid newspaper description of the race read “…and in
comes the conqueror, a flushed and dusty vision in green and gold … The throng
jumps to its myriad feet with a roar. What feet could rest inactive at such a
sight? … he had defied the augury of Phoebus himself, and a burning sun, poured
rentlessly [sic] down upon him.”

HERO’S WELCOME

Back in
Dervock, he was given a welcome of fireworks and banners, and a plaque
commemorating his victory was unveiled in the Town Hall. Upon his return to Potchefstroom,
he was accorded a mayoral procession and honour guard, and the Potchefstroom
municipality presented him with a plot of land on which he built a house and
lived until the end of his life on 13 June 1960. He is buried in the
Potchefstroom cemetery.

There are
two sad things about McArthur’s running career. The first one is the
unfortunate injury he suffered about a year after the Olympic Games, which
ended his career at only 32 years of age. The other is the disappearance of the
gold medal given to him by King Gustaf V in Stockholm. It once was part of the
McArthur collection in the Potchefstroom Museum, donated by his widow in 1961,
but went missing in the early 1970s. It is indeed a tragedy that this prize, and
one of only six won by SA in a hundred years, is no longer available to be
admired.

ABOUT THE
AUTHOR

Ri?l Hauman wrote an extensive article on the life of
Kennedy McArthur for the 2012 edition of the SA Athletics Annual, of
which he is the Editor. He has written two books on athletics and is planning a
biography of McArthur. He also publishes Distance Running Results, a
weekly e-mail newsletter with South African and world results ([email protected]).

Throughout my 18 years of running, I
have loved it when the race photographers captured me in full flight or
crossing the finish line, and I tend to buy all my race pictures, even the
not-so-good ones where my shorts are pulled all skew, because I want to keep
those race memories alive. However, I have noticed that I am often grimacing or
looking half-dead, or worse, smiling like a lunatic who just escaped from the
asylum and found a road race to escape into. And some of the poses I have pulled
over the years defy explanation!

Looking through my many race pics, I
can see a few standard poses:

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The Winner: For
some reason, in my early races I felt compelled to raise both arms in the air when
I saw a camera, which made me look like I was winning the race. The fact that I
was actually 975^th out of 1427 runners made no difference! There is
even one race pic where I am in the finishing straight, with no other runner in
sight, so it looks like I’m about to break the tape. Totally ridiculous!

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The One
Finger Saluter: You raise one hand nonchalantly, extend the
forefinger while balling the rest of your fingers loosely, and point in the general
direction of the camera. I really have no idea why I do this all the time…

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The Talker: I enjoy a
good chat during a run, and sometimes I’m so busy chatting to the runner next
to me that I don’t see the cameras. Cue a wonderful side profile of my face…
and with my receding hairline, side profile shots are not so flattering!

Of course, there are other poses
that I also try to avoid at all costs:

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The Thumber: You see the
camera and immediately give a thumbs up sign, usually accompanied by the
cheesiest grin you’ve ever seen. And if the race is really going well, you give
two thumbs up!

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The Flexor: These runners flex their
muscles at the camera – usually the biceps, because it’s blinking hard to actually
flex your leg muscles while running.

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The Waver: All this achieves is put a
blurry object vaguely resembling a hand in front of your race number, meaning
that the race pic company can’t identify you to send you your pic. Or worse, you
ruin the pic of the runner next to you – and Murphy’s Law says it will be the
one time that runner actually managed to strike a good pose, but now your hand
is covering half his face!

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The Reluctant Winner: Camaraderie sometimes makes us want to hold on to each other, especially
as we cross the finish line, so we hold hands and raise our arms. This pose
works well if all runners participate fully, but invariably it is one runner raising
another’s hand, and the pained expression on the latter runner’s face just
says, “I’m tired and I can barely lift my arms anymore… so give my arm back,
you madman!”

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The Flasher: On cold days we wear jackets
or shells over our race vests, which means our race numbers are covered. Then
suddenly we see a camera and the first thing we do is lift our outer top to
show our race number, and just like that, we’re caught flashing. It never looks
good.

THE
RIGHT STUFF

My standard pose these days is The
Ignorer, a valiant effort to avoid all the above-mentioned poses. The logic
is that if you pretend to ignore the camera and concentrate on running while
looking determinedly straight ahead, the camera will hopefully, for once,
capture you looking like the elite runner you wish you were. Problem is,
invariably the pic gets taken just as you gasp for breath, so your faces is
contorted, your eyes are slightly glazed and you look like you are just about
to collapse. At least, that’s what I look like…

But the ultimate pose for runners to
avoid is The Walker: For some
reason, runners have this morbid fear of being caught ‘on film’ walking. We
have no qualms about taking a walk break during a race, but just let somebody
point a camera at us and we heave ourselves back into running motion, even if it
makes us look like a walrus trying to drag itself up a steep beach! Just as
long as nobody sees evidence of us walking!

Dedicated to all those hard-working
race photographers, who patiently put up with us weird and wonderful runners.