I am not really an athlete. I don’t like going to the gym as I never quite feel like I fit in with the big mirrors and the people looking at their trim figures. Eventually I start going less, finally to realise that I won’t be renewing my membership.
So today, instead of lifting weights that I feel are being belittled by the fellow gym-goers, I stand in the parking area of the Newlands Reservoir. In front of me is a view starting with a Jeep track and followed by tall trees and finally, just before the clear sky, the mountain. Devil’s Peak is in my view, and its rocky part, which is at the very top, looks cold, mysterious, but most of all far away.