Roar at the clutter
One of my fondest trail memories is one early Saturday morning run on the contour path of Table Mountain, in a wild storm with lashing wind and thunderous rain.
I was out with Chris Sole, an early pioneer of SA mountain running, who was all quads and abs (and smiles).
Running with Chris from time to time was a real treat for me because he was so knowledgeable, generous, and positive. A more humble and accomplished trail champion I’ve not met.
Also, he slowed to his walking pace to accommodate my sprinting pace.
No exaggeration there – Chris won the unforgiving Table Mountain Race (one of
