Modern Athlete Magazine Issue 61, August 2014 | Page 4
Ma Editor’s letter
Hitting Close
W
hen you read the Living Legend article
on Donovan Wright on page 20, I hope that
it will make you stop and think about how we
all need to make the most of the time that
we have. I can tell you this, it was one of the
harder articles I have ever written – not just
because Donovan talked virtually non-stop
for more than an hour and I had enough
notes to write a book, but because Donny
and I go back so many years, and his ongoing
fight against cancer is still hard to accept.
I first interviewed Donovan in 2000, shortly
after his fourth-place finish in the Comrades
Marathon, and remember choosing a
front cover image of him kneeling to pray
just before the Comrades finish line. The
coverline was ‘Donovan Wright and the
Boston Kenyans.’ You see, he used to live
in the suburb of Boston in the northern
suburbs of Cape Town, and he had a group
of young, disadvantaged athletes living with
his family so that he could coach, mentor and
support them. They trained like Kenyans,
hence their nickname, and it was an incredibly
inspirational story, of a top runner who was
going way beyond the proverbial call of
duty in terms of giving back to the sport by
helping others.
Just a few months later I received a call at
about 3am from Donny. He kept apologising
for the late hour, but asked if I would mind
chatting for a while. He had recently been
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diagnosed with brain cancer and was in terrific
pain nearly all the time, so was unable to sleep.
He said that he just needed somebody to talk
to in order to take his mind off the pain, at
least for a while, and he didn’t want to wake
his wife, Marita, who was already beyond
exhausted from caring for and worrying about
him. I immediately said no problem, let’s chat,
and more than an hour later he rang off, saying
he was feeling a bit better and reckoned he
might try some sleep again – and that was not
our last chat in the wee hours of the morning,
either.
I, on the other hand, sat there unable to sleep
further, tot