Updated: Jun 30
My parents, and others around 45 years old, go through a phase known as the midlife crisis. According to Wikipedia, a midlife crisis is a transition of identity and self-confidence that can occur in middle-aged people.
But have you heard of the quarter-life crisis? It's real, ladies and gents; I've experienced it for myself. To be honest, I'm not sure if it's better or worse than the midlife crisis, but I do think it's a lot more extreme. But, in any case, let me tell you about my quarter-life crisis and how I'm dealing with it right now.
At the age of 24, facing the first wave of our covid pandemic, I had the random idea of starting a WhatsApp group called the Running Raspberries (I have no idea how I came up with this name; those who know me will tell you I am not the typical pink girly-girl, but perhaps in my imagination I am). The goal of forming the group was to create a community of women who would run together rather than alone, because running alone in the city, or anywhere in this country, is dangerous.
I'm not sure how it happened, but the movement grew from a single WhatsApp group to 20 communities across South Africa in two months. The movement grew so large that I needed to create a website with official email addresses to handle the flood of queries about the Running Raspberries. I registered the Running Raspberries as a formal business in June 2020.
From June to October 2020, I experienced the craziest period of my life. I worked as a sports physiotherapist while also pursuing a full-time master's degree at the University of the Witwatersrand and conducting research for another university.
The Running Raspberries movement explode