Today was meant to be a qualifier for my #comrades2020. I avoided over thinking it. I saw myself at the finishing line, making it before the cut of. But it was unfortunately not to be. At around 7kms I became thirsty and told my Coach who said he will get me water in the next water point as I was in form and didn’t want to lose my momentum. True to his word we got water, he slowed down a bit so that we can drink it. But at 9kms I became light headed, followed by sharp pain on my chest. I pushed until 10kms, I mean I had to claim something. There was a car with Standard bank Team supporters and I asked to rest for a while. I must have blacked out because they called an ambulance. I was taken back to the stadium in an ambulance 😔… I had reflections of 2016 when what started out as chest pains turned out to be pulmonary embolism.

I made a decision there and then to put my health first and qualifier later. There will be others, but would never be another Mpho. A single mother to two beautiful girls.

I lack no support at all when coming to this passion of mine that is running, especially now that I am running for a purpose. To honor my little Sister 💜.

Sesotho se re ho checha ha ramo, ha se ho baleha ke ho nka matla 🙏🏽.

I made sure I clocked 10kms and claimed that medal 😅😅😅. I will conquer it… It’s a journey not destiny.