by Richie Lubner There are moments in every life when the sense of ‘me’ and ‘everything else’ quietly falls away. Sometimes it happens standing above the wide, open sweep of Plettenberg Bay, where the mountains rise like ancient guardians, the ocean stretches into forever, and the air itself feels softer, more alive. Or walking along the shoreline, where the rhythm of the waves seems to breathe you, rather than the other way around. Or in the warmth of the people - the easy African smiles,...

by Natalie Zeid After my first Comrades Marathon in 2018, I came away with something I hadn't bargained for: a right hip that just didn't feel right, in a way I couldn't quite name. I saw a few sports physicians and hip specialists along the way, hoping someone would hand me a simple answer. Nothing ever quite fit. So I did what a lot of us do: I made peace with it, and kept going. In 2019, I was deep in training for my second Comrades Marathon anyway, that same hip still along for the ride,...

by Atma O’ Meara If you think about it, life is a state of perpetual motion from cradle to grave. All of life involves movement to some degree or other. If movement stops, life stops. My personal experience of movement began at the tender age of six, when I had my first ballet class. It must have ignited a certain longing within me, as many decades later, I’m still dancing, albeit slower and more dignified! When the mind is focused on movement, it offers a feast of potential: all of...