Sam Tshabalala reminisces with a framed photograph of him winning the 1989 Comrades Marathon. Photo: Dimpho Maja/African News Agency/ANA
Sam Tshabalala remembers it all like it was yesterday. Well, it actually was yesterday 
 30 years ago to the day  when he made history by becoming the first black man to win the Comrades Marathon.

“I will never forget the day,” Tshabalala says from the comfort of his home lounge in Zamdela township in the Free State province “May 31, 1989. The day I made history.”

The face may have become wrinkled a bit, the hair greyed a lot and the waistline a few pants’ sizes bigger. But the smile remains as it was 30 years ago when he crossed that finish line in the impressive time of 5:35:51, the mayor’s message scroll clutched in his right hand.

Tshabalala’s victory ended Bruce Fordyce’s eight-year long reign as Comrades champion, opening the way for black runners to start believing that they too could win the Ultimate Human Race. And since his victory, there have been 10 black Comrades Marathon winners.

Granted, Fordyce sat that race out and many would probably argue that Tshabalala would not have won had the ‘Comrades King’ been present.

Tshabalala vehemently disagrees: “The year before I had beaten Bruce in a race called the Milo Korkie from Pretoria to Germiston. After that he said to me, ‘you won’t beat me at Comrades’ but I had studied him and knew exactly what I had to do to win there. He did not come, but I can tell you I would have beaten him.”

Tshabalala says he had picked up that Fordyce was actually not a fast runner but rather was strong mentally. And he was strong on the hills. Fast himself, Tshabalala then focused his training on hills - the fact the 1989 race was a downhill notwithstanding.

It was only his third race and he had never got a top 10. But he had learnt enough in the first two - both of which were, interestingly, ‘up’ runs - to know what it would take to win.

“From the first two races I had figured that Comrades is very long so I had to be patient and not rush. I was not the favourite (having finished 66th in 1987 and 12th in 1988) and most people backed Shaun Meiklejohn who had just returned from overseas. But Willie Mtolo was in the lead at 60km and I was in fourth place. As I closed in on the leaders I watched Mtolo and picked up that he was very good going downhill. I was scared of him because he had won the same Milo race but in a faster time than mine.”

Conversely, Mtolo respected Tshabalala because he strived to keep his adversary at a distance by upping the pace whenever Tshabalala seemed to be closing in.

“He also had the advantage of running at home and the people were cheering him on more than they did me. It was a tough race and he still had the lead when we got to Botha’s Hill. But I eventually caught him and incredibly he told me to go for it. I tried to encourage him to come with me but he was finished.”

Victory now within his grasp, Tshabalala says the sight of Kingsmead Stadium infused him with new energy.

“I swear by the cross, when I saw that stadium it was as though I was only starting the race. And it got worse when I got the mayor’s message because I ran like something scary was chasing me. There was no ways anyone was going to catch me. The excitement of getting into the stadium and have the crowd cheer me was just something else. Nothing I’d ever experienced before,” he now smiles, his eyes distant as he clearly relives the moment.

When he returns from his daydreamingTshabalala explains precisely why Comrades will always be dear to his heart.

“I’ve got this house we are in now, thanks to that race. So how can I forget Comrades? If I did not have this house, maybe I would have forgotten. But now I have a proper home, thanks to Comrades. And because of it, my children and grandchildren will always know that I once won Comrades - even after I am gone.”

Incredibly, a house was not part of the prize at Comrades. Tshabalala should have gone home in a new set of wheels and a lot of money.

“They were giving me about R30000 and a car - a Combi - as a prize for winning. But I told them I do not want a car. In any case I did not even have a licence. I said to them I do not care what you do with the car, all I want is a house.”

The house is still standing and Tshabalala continues to have vivid and fond memories of his historical win of three decades ago.

@Tshiliboy


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