Lotz of thoughts

The house was completely still when the alarm went off. Just hours earlier, the living room had been alive with the tension of the World Cup matches, keeping the kids and me awake far past our bedtimes. So when Comrades morning arrived, I chose to stay in bed, leaving my husband to creep into the quiet kitchen alone. In the Lotz family, Comrades is practically a tradition. Whether we actually have runners out on the road testing their limits or we are just watching from home, the day is always marked on our calendars. And there is a lonely, beautiful sort of dedication to watching the start of the ultimate human race at an early Sunday morning. Sitting in the dark, coffee mug in hand, waiting for the beautiful sound of Shosholoza to echo through the quiet house. By the time the rest of us gathered around the screen, the magic had already taken over. It happens every year. You think you’ll just glance at the screen while making breakfast, and suddenly you are completely hooked. We watc...