Ankle Replacement – some background – I knew the time had finally come when I would have to have an ankle replacement. Perhaps it was stupidity or the bloody-mindedness of a marathon runner, I am unsure, but I chose to pretend I was a hero. Continue reading

Ankle Replacement – Some Background (Part 2) – I must be mad in my head – that was the only thought I had. I stood outside The Civic Centre in Johannesburg on a crispy mid-April morning barely a year after the accident. Continue reading

Ankle Replacement – Some Background (Part 3) – There was one inevitable outcome – I would finish the Comrades and I would get a medal. That was a given. Continue reading

Ankle Replacement – Some Background (Part 4) – The Comrades Marathon stunt was foolish, even I will acknowledge that. I had no business running such a brutal race on a broken ankle. Continue reading

A Tentative Shot at Redemption – “My father died before I was born.” Often I introduce myself with this as an opening. In my mind I thought it explained everything else. My insecurity, my insensitivity, my inferiority, my alcoholism, my ass-hole-ness. Continue reading

Accident – How quickly life can change, how fragile it is, how fleeting. What seemed like a few moments were a few days, and what seemed like an eternity were fleeting moments. Continue reading

Christmas outrage – My focus was my own hurt; I did not even notice how uncomfortable everyone else was feeling. Continue reading

Corporal Pay – The bullets ripped into the trees above me as I lay pressing my face into the dust. I never knew that fear had such timelessness about it. I had been married for only a few months, had just started a new job. Continue reading