A Record-Breaking Journey of Endurance, Empowerment, and Hope Welcome again, fellow runners and fitness enthusiasts. The fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 marked more than just the end of the Cold War for a young 23-year-old South African. For Keith Boyd, it signaled the dawn of possibility, a time when Nelson Mandela walked free, the ANC was unbanned, and a Rainbow Nation seemed within reach. But as the years unfolded, personal tragedy and national setbacks would forge a different kind of runner, one driven not just by pace and distance, but by purpose and hope. When Personal Tragedy Meets National Purpose The early 1990s tested Boyd's optimism severely. Political violence threatened South Africa's transition to democracy, Chris Hani's assassination brought the country to civil war's brink, and personal devastation struck when his sister was raped and murdered in Cape Town while his brother-in-law was shot during peacekeeping efforts in KwaZulu-Natal. Yet through it all...
Chilled Steps, Clear Mind Welcome, fellow runners and fitness enthusiasts. There’s something almost spiritual about waking up long before sunrise, lacing your shoes while the world sleeps, and stepping outside into the quiet dark. On the morning of the 24th of July, that’s exactly what I did. I started my run at 4:01 AM, greeted by a crisp 12°C chill that stuck to my skin and quickly seeped into my bones. Within ten minutes, I couldn’t feel my fingertips. And by the time I returned home, I was so frozen I struggled to unlock the front door, my hands stiff, numb, and barely functional. But in that discomfort, something shifted. That morning’s run 21.61 kilometres in the dark, on cold asphalt, with no music and no company, reminded me why I started running in the first place. The Reason Behind the Madness Most people wouldn’t understand voluntarily running for over two hours in the cold. But for runners, especially those of us who’ve been doing this for a while, these sessions bec...