Oh, and the hills. THE HILLS. As silly as it sounds, it's not the 56 miles that truly frightens me. If I run slow enough, I can chug along seemingly endlessly. No, it's the brutal, punishing, steep uphills that leave me feeling nauseated. Allow me to digress for a moment and give you the highlight reel of impossible hills we're going to be forced to climb (or crawl) up.
- Cowies Hill: In The Long Run, Comrades is on a down year so the race concludes with the dreaded Cowie's. For us, this is the first major hill we tackle, but from all accounts it's the easiest - a gradual, winding slope. It still takes ~10km to get through, but compared to what comes next it's a cake-walk.
- Fields Hill: A little ways after the half-marathon mark, you hit the first killer hill - Fields, which is practically a straight vertical ascent for 2km followed by a quick descent for 5km. I can hear my quads and knees crying already. There's no real rest for the weary for as soon as you think you've earned a respite, Botha's hits you with the next uphill.
- Valley of a Thousand Hills: In Cry, the Beloved Country, Alan Paton wrote "There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it." Keeping my fingers crossed I'll be able to appreciate the beauty of the scenery, but around mile 40 when you hit Paton's landscape, I'll probably be more interested in throwing myself down a hill rather than admiring it.
- Polly Shortts: Oh Polly, you sound so cute and harmless. False. Once you hit the "Little Pollys,"it's a grueling 20km climb to the finish line in Pietermaritzburg. Someone better be prepared to carry me up those hills.
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