I'm a 40-something-ish wife, mother to three boys, Yogi, animal lover, wannabe writer and runner. My previous life saw me in the corporate world, managing e-procurement systems and call centres, which I certainly would not describe as joyful, but the motto by which I try to live my life comes from Mahatma Ghandi: “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” I try, in my own little way, to make a difference daily.

I grew up with a dad who was an avid runner – with no disrespect to him, it was probably the thing he did best. His average daily trot was 17km, and running a race every week was mandatory.

I'm a 40-something-ish wife, mother to three boys, Yogi, animal lover, wannabe writer and runner. My previous life saw me in the corporate world, managing e-procurement systems and call centres, which I certainly would not describe as joyful, but the motto by which I try to live my life comes from Mahatma Ghandi: “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” I try, in my own little way, to make a difference daily.

I grew up with a dad who was an avid runner – with no disrespect to him, it was probably the thing he did best. His average daily trot was 17km, and running a race every week was mandatory.

Anyone who lives in Jozi knows the iconic landmark situated in Berea Johannesburg. The tallest residential building in Africa; 54 stories high. Its unique feature, that it is cylindrical, built round an empty core.

The history of this building is provocative. Initially the height of glitz and glamour, it eventually deteriorated into slums and squalor.  Now literally on the rise again, the rubbish and suicide pit that filled the core to 14 floors high, was cleaned out and the building is now home to 1000s of residents

Not only is it an iconic landmark, featured in many a movie, but the colourful history is a literal depiction of South African history from the Apartheid era till now. The parallels are hard to miss.

Todays news really sparked some introspection.

Thoughts on the past two years and what an unimaginable time we’ve all been through. The thought of wearing masks permanently, was just incomprehensible, as was what was going to become of us all, mentally, physically,  and emotionally .

As usual, my time frame and memories are sparked and marked by my running milestones.