Familiar Faces in Crowd

While I recognized a bunch of people running the Half, there’s a few who deserve special mention – since they told me they’d be running.

Niki didn't look like he broke a sweat

Niki’s been a runner for more than a few years now. The lad trains like a beast, and has traveled to more than few races in Singapore & Hong Kong. He likes his wine, but stays impeccably fit. Seeing him racing through at the head of the swarm reaffirmed to me why I was on biscuit duty.







Harsha, Niki’s elder brother, who isn’t cut quite as lean, but has been an enthusiast for a while now, strode through shortly after looking good to place well.









Then came young Karts, my dear cousin - a true sportsman in his prime, but the troika of Bacchus, Nick and Sloth had cut him to the quick. Karts trained like hell to put up a good showing, and I’m very proud to say he did just that. Very impressed with his folks as well, who drove along the inside roads to meet him at various points along the race and buoy his spirits.

The surprise package (to me, not her) was young Mtili, who decided to take on the Half, soon after squeezing out a tot. She’s a reasonably fit girl - hits the gym et al, but she doesn’t fit my portrait of the typical Halfer. And yet up she came, trotting happily with broad smile and a hug for the kids. I raised toast to salute the chutzpah of the lass and later that night, drained a few mugs to consummate the sentiment.