Sweating through Soweto
Every year, early in November, thousands of people gather to run through the streets of Soweto. Some run farther than others, some faster and some, like me, much slower. The strange thing, I am told, is that they are not running from anything. No dogs or policeman. The absolute definition of insanity apparently. I must say though that by the end of this year’s race I really was questioning my state of mind, like many of the spectators who lined the streets were as well!