AND RUNNING REPORTS
Great Southern Endurance Run (a.k.a. GSER100)
17th – 18th November 2017
Mt Buller to Bright across the Victorian Alps, Australia
181kms, 10,000 metre climb, 11,000 metre descent
It made no sense on paper – why did they think the first 11kms would take the fast guys 2 hours? Really!? Apart from the Buller summit it’s all downhill. Hmmmm…… maybe there was something we didn’t yet know…
Section 01 – Mt Buller to Gardners Hut – Leg 11.6km — Total 11.6km – 352m up – 1,414m down – leg time 1:52 – total time 1:52
Easy listening hits waft across the PA, a polite countdown from race director Sean Greenhill, 5am, and we’re off!….. slowly…… There aren’t many races where every competitor is walking within the first fifty metres – clearly a sign that this was not going to be any ordinary event. We kick straight into the first climb to the highest point in the race – Mt Buller at 1,805 metres. Then super easy downhill for a few kms with everyone enjoying the fresh start and each others company. ‘Sweet’ I’m thinking, ‘we’re gonna SMASH that two hour estimate – Sean doesn’t know what he’s talking about!’
Then, following a simple, innocent green arrow, we turned left off the road. And suddenly it all made sense.
Lesson one: in Australia, never trust a log. No, not because it might be a snake, but because it is the slipperiest object known to mankind. It was carnage all around as one by one we all learned this valuable lesson. There was also no track. Well, not an obvious one. We just followed markers through the bush really. Very technical and you’d be mad to try and run. After about forty minutes I foolishly trusted a log, slipped and fell hard and managed to ram a cut off tree branch into the top of my foot. Serious pain ensued and I couldn’t bend my toes for around ten hours after that – seven days later as I type this it still isn’t great. Towards the base of the descent the track improved and I actually beat the two hour mark by eight minutes. Ha! See! Easy! Yeah right…
Section 02 – Gardners Hut to Upper Howqua – Leg 33.9km – Total 45.5km – 1,854m up – 1,548m down – leg time 4:44 – total time 6:37
This is a big section but an enjoyable one. Very beautiful running beside the Howqua river. Then comes the main climb of 1,100 metres. It’s very steep and the first real taste of what the remainder of the trails will be like. Nearly all the tracks just go straight up the guts of the mountain – none of the criss cross traversing that we tend to prefer on our side of the ditch.
Most direct route possible! I had almost run out of water so 20kms into the leg I refilled at a water tank beside Bluff Hut (32km). While this did me no harm during the race, I’m pretty sure it was responsible for me being pretty sick for 24 hours after the event. If I had known that the following 13kms to Upper Howqua were the easiest and fastest 13kms in the entire race I wouldn’t have bothered – but hindsight is often cruel! Cross a river and there is the family! So good to see everyone and soak in some aid station atmosphere.
Section 03 – Upper Howqua to Speculation – Leg 17.3km – Total 62.8km – 1,578m up – 822m down – leg time 3:56 – total time 10:33
This is where things got really interesting. The ascent to Mt Howitt (54km) began harmlessly enough with a few meandering river crossings, then up we went through something that mostly resembled a trail – which was nice! Then came the ominous sound of distant rolling thunder. Not exactly what you want to hear when you are on your way up to an exposed 1,800 metre peak. Soon we could see the flashes as well, then it boomed right overhead along with heavy rain and hail. Fellow runner and all round good-guy-to-have-a-beer-with Simon Byrne and I hit the deck and threw our carbon fibre poles away – not great things to have on you in an electrical storm.
After a few minutes we realised that lying still in a hail storm gets you really cold so we put on our big boy pants and carried on. It was not long after this I was joined by fellow kiwi Tom Hunt – a seasoned ultra man who it turns out lives about ten minutes from me – small world! We ended up running/walking/climbing together for the next twelve hours – so good to have company into the night. The Cross Cut Saw, Mt Buggery, Horrible Gap – someone had fun naming all the points along this section. We arrived at the Mt Speculation check point in good spirits and ready for a moments pause. Looking back, that section was probably my favourite section of the whole race – lots of proper alpine running.
Section 04 – Speculation to East Buffalo Road – Leg 31.2km – Total 94km – 2,119m up – 2,637m down – leg time 7:29 – total time 18:02
Absolute monster of a section. This took us 7 1/2 hours despite the fact that we were both in good shape. There was a 45 degree rock face to traverse and a cable ladder climb up out of a rock shaft towards the top of ‘The Viking’ (73km) – one of the best names for a mountain I’ve ever heard. A quick soak up of the view before yet another lightning storm started heading our way – here began a very very steep descent – especially tricky in the wet and wild weather – before we started making our way through the first section of the Barry Mountains.
A lot of this was runnable and we made good ground. On the final climb up to the East Buffalo aid station the rain was really hammering down so it was a wonderful thing to get under the cover of the tents for a few minutes. ‘Would you like some Hash Browns?’ ‘I’m sorry, did you say Hash Browns!!??’ Turns out they weren’t kidding – warm shredded potato goodness out here in the absolute middle of nowhere. I think they even stood in the rain to cook them. Now THAT is classy. There is a lot to do at these aid stations especially when they are 7 1/2 hours apart. Change of thermal and shirt, refill all the bottles – some with tailwind, some just water, eat, drink, eat some more, repack everything, stow drop bag and then get moving.
Section 05 – East Buffalo Road to Selwyn Creek Road – Leg 14.2km – Total 108.2km – 935m up – 859m down – leg time 3:40 – total time 21:43
This should have been fairly straight forward – a short leg and not too much climbing – but things are often not what they seem in ultras. The first moment came around the 100k mark where it became evident that I was moving at a quicker pace to Tom and a very reluctant parting of ways had to happen – I was really enjoying the company but had to accept that this was a race after all and why not try and go for it. So off into the dark and lonely night I went – for the first time solo – but it was not for long. An Aussie runner by the name of Dave Batho was wandering around just past the summit of Mt Selwyn (103km) and he was not a happy chap – I quickly discovered why – the trail markers were nowhere to be seen (they are reflective and can normally be spotted from a long way off). We split up and criss crossed our way blindly until finally a shout from Dave signalled that a marker had been found. But this was just the beginning of a very long and slow descent where we were constantly stopping and heading off in different directions to find the next marker tag. Really, this is not what you want to be doing at 2 o’clock in the morning. There a few rumours and theories as to why the navigation was so difficult in this section but I’ll leave that for another forum.
Section 06 – Selwyn Creek Road to Mt Saint Bernard – Leg 16.8km – Total 125km – 1302m up – 949m down – leg time 4:16 – total time 26:00
Quickly in and out of the aid station (no drop bag here) and I found myself in the company of Ross McPhee and Andy Turner – good blokes. Once again this section was much harder than it looked on paper (you can see a theme developing I’m sure – everything was harder than it looked on paper!). I knew there was this climb to something called ‘The Twins’ (121km) but the mountains before that were so tough I actually thought I’d already done it. How wrong I was.
As dawn lit up the western sky in blood red we looked at an almighty climb that loomed ahead of us. The profile says it was only 200 metres – and I guess it was – but it’s the hardest 200 metre climb I’ve ever done. It is followed by an equally steep 300 metre descent – quads starting to really voice their disapproval now. An easy (by comparison) climb up Mt Saint Bernard, turn the corner and there is the wonderful sight of the family waiting on a beautiful clear morning. Huge lift to the spirits – the pumpkin soup really helps too (thank you Emma!!) I am now joined by my pacer Rod Foster – who also paced me at C2K last year. Much better race this year though – moving freely and keen to get this done.
Section 07 – Mt Saint Bernard to Harrietville – Leg 21.9km – Total 146.9km – 600m up – 1,589m down – leg time 4:05 – total time 30:05
Tarmac? For 6 kms? No chance to fly though, it is a steep uphill – very reminiscent of coast2Kosci actually – suddenly the monotony of the road made me feel tired for the first time. Luckily it didn’t last too long – we then hit a juicy 1.5 kilometres of descent in the space of around 8kms. Really tough on the legs and I couldn’t go as fast as I wanted too. Somewhere along here Christian Stockle flew past like a man possessed – he eventually finished a remarkable fourth place which goes to show that if you’ve managed to save a bit in the tank for the end you can really move up the placings.
Nice run into Harrietville and it’s the final aid station before the finish – last opportunity to see the family before the very long final section. I am informed that they have the best donuts in the world here – a bold claim but sadly I never got to try them!
Section 08 – Harrietville to Bright – Leg 34.1km – Total 181km – 1,318m up – 1,511m down – leg time 5:36 – total time 35:42
Yes, the final section is 34 brutal kilometres long and there are no water drops. I had been freaking out about this section since the day the course notes were released – and it delivered. The long initial ascent wasn’t too bad – it was the twenty million little bitey ones that followed that started to break my spirit. Up until this point I had been in a good headspace overall. Now for the first time it was getting really hot. It’s early afternoon on the second day, nearly 30 degrees and humidity is through the roof. Just before the high point at 159kms I had my one and only pity party. I was freaking out about the heat and our lack of water and I just wanted to get this thing over with. I expected a little sympathy from Rod – ha! I got none. Instead he said (and this is a very loose quote because I was a bit loopy at this point) ‘we’ve only got 20 to go. Lets break it down into 5k sections – theres only four of those. You’re going well, you’re in the top ten and we’re damn well going to stay there. Now get moving!!’ It was just what I needed. Good on ya mate. Then two merciful things happened – we started going downhill again and it started raining hard – a big temperature drop and we were moving at double the speed. I was starting to mildly hallucinate by this point – seeing pot plants in the middle of the track – and every dead tree looked like a signpost – I kept looking forward to seeing what was written on them only to have my hopes dashed every time! Anyway…. huge descent again and all of a sudden we only had three kilometres to go – and it was all flat. We looked back down a long straight and there was no one behind us so we knew we could enjoy the last few minutes. We joined a single track alongside the river and it was great to still be sitting on 6 minute k’s. The rain had gone and all was well when suddenly the runner Stephen Rennick comes flying by. ‘Where did he come from!?’ Rod and I asked each other. He was gone in a flash and we had no chance of chasing him down – full credit to him – i would have done exactly the same thing if I saw a catch that close to the line.
The good news is I finished in 8th place which is where I thought I was before being passed so it was all ok with me. A silver buckle (for finishers under the 40 hour mark) and a wonderful hug from super-support-crew wife then, for the first time in a day and a half, I could sit down.
It’s an amazing course, albeit far rougher than anything I expected but on reflection that makes conquering it all the more satisfying. They want to do it in reverse next year – now that really is bonkers!
Approx 14 x Pure energy gels (kiwi made, very good on stomach, highly recommend)
1 x frozen smoothie – rice milk, banana, berries, LSA and ground almonds (approx 300 grams per bag)
2 x One Square Meal bars (bite size)
3 x date muesli bars
2 x cups of pumpkin soup
4 x hash browns!!
Some nuts, chocolate, watermelon
Tailwind and water.
Garmin Fenix 3 watch with portable USB charger which allowed it to record the entire event (had to recharge twice on this one).
Altra Lone Peak 3.5 shoes (didn’t change them, didn’t need to)
Icebreaker long ski socks
UD PB 3.0 Vest
Black Diamond Carbon Z poles
AY-UP head torch with spare battery
Battery charger and the usual themals, jacket, pants, buff etc…
A huge thank you to my family for their support, Rod for being a rock solid pacer and a damn fine chap, Stephen Redfern for his lending of stuff and also being a damn fine chap (and monster of an ultra runner) and thanks to you for reading this ridiculously long race report! The inaugural Tarawera 100mile race is next (Feb 2018) – see you there!
C2K – coast2kosci – 2016 – Race Report
It sounds horrible…and boring … surely!?? 240kms on road. Most of it bitumen. Uphill, downhill then uphill some more repeat repeat repeat……
Boring? Horrible? Nope. Not for a second. Extraordinary? Yes. Most definitely.
Crew (roving car)
(right to left)
Emma (wife and organiser extraordinaire)
Matt (our neighbour who I knew I could rely on to give me kick up the bum if required)
Rod (local fella from Wagga Wagga who was connected with us by another runner – he hopes to run this himself one day)
Friday 9th December, 2016
4:15am – alarm – brain slowly wakes up – what are we doing today? OH THAT’S RIGHT – wide awake now. The crew is already up and prepping. You feel immediately unworthy of everything happening – everyone in this little cabin by the ocean is here for you. They were also up much later than you last night sorting everything else out while you did your best to sleep with such a monumental task ahead. Your selection in this race also means you are expected to finish – if not, then someone else who missed out on a place will be mightily disappointed in you. It’s also cost a lot to get here, and the logistics of leaving kids behind during school term with multiple babysitters was a monumental challenge unto itself. And you’re the only one representing Aotearoa here.
So no pressure then.
5:30am – Start – Twofold Bay, NSW – simple countdown on the high tide line and we are off. Weather is calm and cool. Running is easy and the head is clear. The inevitable lack of sleep leading up to race day is forgotten. Ultra maestro and all round good bloke Stephen Redfern ends up beside me and we run along chatting away for the first hour through beautiful rainforest that reminded me of the blue mountains. There’s a pretty big hill in the middle of this but it’s barely noticed such is the grand scheme of things to come.
7:51am – 24.5km – 02:21 elapsed – Towoomba School – the first opportunity to see the crew – they were in great spirits having had a fantastic breakfast courtesy of the local school (their biggest fundraiser of the year). Quick bottle change (drinking mainly tailwind for 2/3rds of the race) and few nuts and a muesli bar and off. First opportunity to get a feel for the roving machine – crew cars start going up the road as their runners clear out of this checkpoint. Suddenly there’s an energy coming from the extra traffic and support. It’s fairly unique (I imagine Badwater is similar to this) and it’s really cool. You get to know other runners crews really well as the hours tick by – and everyone is awesome.
11:20am – 57.0km – 05:50 elapsed – Bottom of big jack mountain – this is the start of the longest steep climb of the event – 6 1/2k’s at a decent gradient – it took me 70 minutes even though I was giving it a good push the whole way. Despite the time, I was quite surprised to reach the top when I did – I was expecting a bit more hurt – but there was plenty of that to come later so I should have been thankful. The top of big jack is the start of the higher plateau – and a lot of straight road running into a nasty headwind. It is surprisingly cold – it’s the middle of a sunny day in December in Australia and I’m wearing a jacket while running. Very unusual!
4:51pm – 102.5km – 11:21 elapsed – Big Dead Tree – this is the world-famous-at-C2K big dead tree. I am reliably informed it used to be much larger than it currently is, but being dead, bits have gradually fallen off. A significant milestone of 100k’s here. Very happy with time so far, I’m only 20 minutes or so away from the 30 hour split estimations. However, problems are now becoming evident. My left ankle is getting very sore at the top – like my laces are done up too tight but I have been checking them a few times and they are pretty loose. Currently a mystery that I would be unable to solve until it was too late. There is also a bit of pain developing behind my knees – both these problems are first time problems for me so I’m having trouble trying to work out what to do.
7:19pm – 119.4km – 13:49 elapsed – Top of the windmills – You can see these windmills for about four hours before you pass under them – but mentally it gets worse – once you reach the top you find the setting sun revealing a very, very distant mountain range on the horizon – the finish line is somewhere in there – and it looks impossibly far – just a faint outline over 100 kilometres away. What was I thinking? Look down. Don’t think. One foot in front of the other. Just focus on the next little bit. Technically this is halfway – but it’s not really!
9:45pm – 138km – 16:15 elapsed – on a hill somewhere – now there’s a new, very unexpected, problem. I am falling asleep. What!!? Already!!? This is not ‘I’m tired’ sleepy either – it is full blown staggering into the middle of the road while the asphalt makes Van Gogh liquid brush stokes in front of me. Shit. My other all-nighter race (northburn) I never felt sleepy for a second so this is a major surprise. I think the week of madness has caught up with me and it is putting its foot down. I tell Matt, who has joined me for pacing duties, that we have a problem. Up to this point I was holding a top ten position so it’s a gut wrenching decision (but, really, I had little choice) to jump in the back of the car and close my eyes. 20 minutes I tell the crew who show no sign of the disappointment they must be feeling. After 15 minutes I self woke. Again the brain slowly wakes up -‘where am I?’ then the loudest voice you could imagine in your head shouts ‘YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A RACE, GET UP AND GO NOW!!’ bang. out the door. Suddenly everything is clear again. I have lost valuable time and position but I am moving again and I am awake. A bit cold but I soon warm up and we make good time heading into the major checkpoint of Dalgety.
11:13pm – 147.4km – 17:43 elapsed – Dalgety – this is an actual town – with a pub! Which is now closed. But the town hall has opened its doors and put on a feast for the crews – runners are actively discouraged from entering but a few do. I was weighed here (identical weight to my registration weight – 68.8kgs – so no problems with hydration) and sent on my way with crew member – and Australian Army Sergeant Rod Foster – for what would be a very long night and morning of pacing duties. Pain behind the knees is getting worse and the ankle is also screaming. Ignore it. Move on.
Saturday 10th December, 2016
1:10am – 161.3km – 19:40 elapsed – base of Beloka range – 100 miles! and a new PB by around 7 1/2 hours – although comparing the vertical in this race to northburn makes for an unequal comparison of time – nonetheless – I’ll take it! Very steep climb here – but relatively short – 3kms – I like these sorts of climbs as I can just keep plodding along fairly confident that nobody is going to come flying past me as running up here at this stage of the race is fairly unheard of. Nice gentle descent as we make our way towards Jindabyne. Despite running a reasonable amount of this, it takes forever to get there – lots of deceptive lights and roundabouts as we approach the town. I am, once again, falling asleep on the slower hill climbs. Dammit! A few ks out of Jindabyne and I’m back in the car sleeping – this time in the passenger seat and for only ten minutes. Once again I wake up without cue and am straight out the car – brain yelling at me once again GO!!
5:00am – 183.2km – 23:30 elapsed – Jindabyne – really in the hurt box now. Managed to run fairly well into the checkpoint along the lake but the leg problems are biting now. I stop here for some blister treatment – thank you Emma! (honestly, she was amazing every step of the way on this journey) nothing too major, blisters, thankfully, weren’t a problem throughout the race. The Altra shoes have a wide toe box and the only blisters I had were between the toes – so no complaints there. Change of socks here…. wait….. that feels much better on my ankle…. WHAT! REALLY!!!? are you telling me that the socks elastic was too tight around my ankles and that’s why I’ve been in pain for the last 15 hours? Yep, turns out that’s all it was. Tendon is buggered now though and a change of socks isn’t going to fix that sadly. Rookie errors really (before the race I thought they were the greatest socks ever….). I have taken a while getting sorted here and I make another rookie mistake – I got cold and didn’t notice. As we head off again – Rod still pacing – dawn is arriving. It is beautiful with the sun rising over Lake Jindabyne – but the air temp is hovering around 0 degrees C and I’m start to get hypothermia. Rod had a walkie talkie but the car is too far down the road. Fortunately another crew is going past and we flag them down to go and get our team. Jump in the passenger seat, turn up the heating and throw everything on. Takes a while to reach what I considered an arbitrary acceptable temperature and we’re out again. Rod had fallen asleep with his head on the steering wheel but as soon as I said let’s go he was out the door faster than a bullet. Army training eh.
12:30pm – 222km – 31:00 elapsed – Charlotte Pass – Before reaching Charlotte Pass three major things happened – 1. I just about stood on what we think was a brown snake curled up on the side of the road (sorry – didn’t get a photo!). I never saw it but Matt, who had given Rod a break on pacing duties, sure had and he grabbed my arm and pulled me away just in time. Was a really close call! 2. I had to sleep again – it appears that the ten minute power nap buys me about 7 hours awake time. Pretty good return on investment there really but still frustrating to have to had slept three times. Same story as the other two – self woke after ten and was off. This was the last sleep until the finish – as I said to the crew during some of the darker hours – all I cared about was a pillow – not the finish, not a celebratory beer, just sleep. I guess I really was far too tired going into the race but there you go. 3. I started to be able to run the downhills and the flats again. It was under immense pain but I was sick of walking – so slow! Weigh in again at Charlotte pass – 67.7kgs so only 1.1 kg loss – no problems. Matt now had the big job of getting me to the summit and back. The pacer also has the rough job of carrying all my mandatory gear as well as his own. Thanks mate!
2:30pm – 231km – 33:00 elapsed – Mt Kosciuszko summit 2228 meters – Unbelievable views up here. Picture perfect day and you could see in all directions for miles – the ranges to the west seem to go on forever. A quick, and very difficult, climb up onto the rocky trig for the mandatory photo then off back down. No chance of running anymore. My energy and fitness is willing but the ankle and back-of-knee pain is just beyond anything I can tolerate. I figure, what’s an extra hour of walking on such a nice day! (ok, I was probably less diplomatic than that but absence makes the heart grow fonder…)
4:17pm – 240km – 34:47 elapsed – Charlotte Pass and Finish line – 19th Place overall – it is a strange experience to be suddenly at the end of something this epic. It’s not your standard cross-the-tape experience high-five. Kind of a bewildered ‘is it really over? can i stop now?’ feeling. I find a chair in the shade and try to let it all sink in. More people finish and it is fantastic watching the celebrations from everyone. The sun is shining, I have a massive jacket on and sleeping bag around my legs yet I am shivering. Time to go. On the journey back down the mountain to Jindabyne we pass other runners making their way slowly up to Charlotte pass. They have many hours ahead of them – a lot in the darkness of the second night and I feel nothing but admiration for the guys and gals doing it really tough. I pass out and wake up at our digs – beautiful lakefront – enough time to have half a beer, eat a burger and finally close my eyes for a proper sleep. My feet are incredibly swollen and I have tennis ball lumps behind both knees. The overall pain is monstrous. As I type this one week later I am only just getting to the point where the swelling has gone down and I can walk without pain again – that’s a long recovery time even for a run as big as this one. Many things have been learned.
Rod ended up running/walking 80k’s with me and Matt was somewhere over 30ks as well – a massive effort by my crew and I can’t thank them enough.
The next day is breakfast and prize giving. Paul and Diane, the race organisers really are special people and one of things that stands out about the race is that every runner is treated as an individual – not a number. At the presentation of the Akubra hats I was impressed to hear Paul describe every runners race without notes – pretty good for someone who probably hadn’t slept for at least two days! A quality display of zombie walking from all athletes present. Stephen had placed third on debut and looked fresh as a daisy – that day he ran back up Mt Kosci with his crew for a celebratory beer. Some people eh!!
On the drive home Matt and Emma were already talking about ‘next time’ while I can’t even straighten my legs. Hang on a minute fellas! I was sure this was a one-off adventure. But there are three problems with ‘never again’ – 1. I’m sure can do better – many hours better so long as I sort out whatever happened with injuries – 2. the course is so much more beautiful than I expected – google maps really doesn’t do it justice! 3. the crews and community in and around this event are truly special – I’m going to have to stop taking the mickey about our friends over the ditch – they are a bloody good bunch I tell ya.
Food (loose guess – it’s all a bit blurry):
5 x snap lock bags of lentils, baked beans, avocado and hummus (approx 500 grams each bag)
2 x frozen smoothies – plain yogurt, rice milk, banana, berries, LSA and ground almonds (approx 300 grams per bag) I needed more of these – we’ll know for…cough… next time
4 x SAS gels (NZ stopped selling vfuel which is my normal go-to but I believe they are back on the shelf now)
4 x One Square Meal bars (bite size)
4 x chocolate muesli bars
5 x cups of pumpkin soup
Lots of nuts.
Tailwind, water and a 750ml bottle of coke.
Garmin Fenix 3 watch with portable USB charger which allowed it to record the entire event (had to recharge twice on this one!).
Altra Paradigm shoes (didn’t change them, maybe I should have, not sure)
Smartwool merino socks (never again – lesson learned – elastic is too tight around ankle!)
UD AK 2.0 Vest for carrying tailwind before I could have pacers.
AY-UP head torch with spare battery (kept randomly turning off – service time!)
Oh, and a carload of other stuff available if needed.
Thanks for reading! Until the next adventure!!
-Andrew and the mighty ‘Paice Cadet’ crew of Emma, Matt and Rod
2016 Northburn 100 mile Report – March 19, 2016 – Strava link
WOAH! Where did he come from? Hang on. What was that about hallucinations? Stop and watch. Nope. Definitely a real person. Bugger. You’ve got 10kms to go and somehow you’re in third place – but there’s someone dressed in black chasing you down – they’re about five minutes behind. Time to move. Last climb ahead and then it’s downhill to the finish – let’s go!
100 miles up and down a mountain range without a tree in sight. That’s the Northburn 100 for you. Race organiser Terry Davis did his best to scare the wits out of us at the race briefing – using what appears to be his favourite word on several occasions – ‘it’s bleak up there. There’s nothing. Did I mention bleak? It’s BLEEEEEEAK ok?’
Maybe thanks in part to this, a terrible pre-race-nights sleep followed – I probably managed three hours before waking up at 4:30 on the Saturday for the customary bowl of muesli, banana and a piece of toast with peanut butter. I’ve discovered eating a big meal before a race is counterproductive – even really long event’s like this – I’ve learned the hard way about that one. Arrive at the start with only a few moments to spare and right on 6am we are off.
Loop 01 – 51kms – 2,650 metres vertical
The ten or so runners in front of me took off with real pace – and for the next hour or so I was constantly being passed by people who seemed to be in quite a hurry – and as a result self-doubt enters the mind (am I going too slow? maybe I’m actually just not very good at this?) Some were even hurdling gates (ok, I was a bit jealous of this – I tried to jump a gate while training many years ago and ended up flat on my face with two gentlemen staring at me in bewilderment – never again!).
After a while people stopped passing me – which was nice! I caught up with Tarawera Ultra organiser and trail machine Tim Day on the first big climb – he was in good spirits and said he was in no hurry – just wanted to finish. We climbed and chatted for a while and then I felt strong enough to push on a bit harder and we parted ways – I was gutted to learn later that Tim pulled out after the first 50km section due to illness. I’m sure he’ll be back.
The following fence line climb goes on forever – it’s proper steep and is our first encounter with the speargrass that appears at regular intervals thoughout the race. Unforgiving and sharp, they are not to be messed with – the spike on them will go straight through the top of your shoe so every footstep is a careful one. I enjoy climbing though (you really can’t run this section) and it appears I like it more than most as this is where I began to pass people – in fact I only gained places walking up climbs – never on downhills, (I’m hopeless at those).
We ran through a moss covered section that was beautiful but hard on the ankles. At the summit of Mt Dunstan is a HUGE descent – nearly 2 hours straight down followed by the ‘loop of deception’ – which, because of it’s informative name, was not so deceptive! You can see the start/finish line but head off north for another 10kms – really cool this section with a varied terrain including a sharp drop into a gully and meaty climb out – I think there were even some trees here!
Back to base after 7hrs 10 mins and 51kms. Feeling really good – no idea about position in the field but wasn’t even thinking about that. Wifey working hard to restock the pack and after about 10 minutes I was off again for the second loop.
Loop 02 – 51kms – 3,755 metres vertical
Heading in while I was heading out was the kids race – so awesome seeing these little fellas running at full speed on trails and having an awesome time! Gave me a real buzz which was good because the following climb – aptly named the ‘Death Climb’ was truly impressive. It was a continuous uphill for two and a half hours to the top aid station TW then another 40 minutes – in unbelievable winds – to Leaning Rock. Another huge descent followed by a climb back up to Mt Horn (it has two rocks on it that look like horns) – I turn a corner and startle a flock of sheep. They bolt up the mountain at a pace I can only dream of.
The guys at the Mt Horn aid station here have a little wooden hut to hide from the elements – very simple – a heater, a chair, food – but it looked so inviting after 13 hours of running. Gotta keep moving though. Drop down to the pylon track and it turns out this requires a high level of mental fortitude. It is really zig-zaggy so I never felt like I was making any forward progress towards the end of the stage. Head lamp came out along here and I finally finished the stage at 10:30pm – 15 1/2 hours after kickoff and 102 kms completed. I took longer this time – roughly 20 minutes – probably a bit too long on reflection as fatigue was restricting my motivation. Still feeling ok but quite anxious about what lay ahead. Freaked out is probably a better description!
Loop 03 – 61kms – 4,019 metres vertical
Into the unknown. Well for me anyway. I had never run past 15 hours before and never further than 100kms. I got to pass both these milestones at roughly the same moment at the start of the lap 3. This loop sets the benchmark for nasty in ultras – 61kms and 4000 metres of vert (38 miles and 13,000 ft) – double the vertical of the Kepler track over the same distance. Tough on fresh legs, simply stupid after 100k’s. Back out the same way you come in after loop 2, then you head up another climb…up up up … then suddenly two eyes are heading towards me… is that a dog? No! It’s a hare. It’s huge! It flys towards me and I just had just enough time to think ‘ummm… is this going to hurt?’ before at the last moment it veered off. Of course it did. But this is where you realise that you’re not exactly thinking straight. 30 minutes later and a headlamp is suddenly pointed at me and voice yells out ‘hey! I think I’m lost’. It’s Jean Beaumont, the lead female and a slow realisation dawns – if she’s lost, then… umm…. I guess so am I! How did that happen? I was following markers right up to that point. Sure enough, Jean was right, we had missed a junction and were both too far south.
Phone out, call Terry. Not answering. Load maps from website (there is a 4G transmitter on Mt Horn which is mighty handy!) and figure out if we head East over a fence we will connect back up. When we finally reach the correct junction we are greeted with ‘oh, there you two are!’ – so at least someone knew we had disappeared. Time lost was probably 30 minutes and an extra half a kilometre – more for Jean as she had arrived from the far side of the hill. I heard of several others that missed the same turn off as us and I believe this is being addressed for next year. All good, what’s 30 minutes amongst friends!
Over Mt Horn, up to TW again then the ‘loop of despair’ – I kinda liked this. I know that sounds weird. Middle of the night, howling wind, huge drop then huge climb – good times! – it was there I gained another place but other than that I saw nobody at all. Back at TW again and off up to Leaning Rock for the second time arriving around 4am (22 hours in). By this time the forecast winds had found another gear and were over 60 knots from the north. On the exposed ridge it was so strong that my shoes we sliding over the gravel as I leaned into the wind (earlier the leader Charlie Sharpe was blown over a fence!) – pretty special conditions. While up there my headlamp suddenly stopped – plunging me into instant blackness – the first battery was spent but in my state I couldn’t work out what the hell had just happened. Has there been a power cut? If so, why now? It took twenty or so seconds for me to realise what was going on (and changing the battery up there wasn’t easy!)
Then downwards to something sadistic thing called ‘The Water Race’ which, well, just felt unnecessary! Terry said we’d be saying all sorts of things about him by this point and sadly he was right. I was still feeling fine but it was so technical – there was no track – and that speargrass was back and was super stabby (I landed on one at some point here) so while it wasn’t horrible it wasn’t something I’m keen to do again any time soon. The climb back to TW was very steep, epic headwind and my brain was starting to make faces out of the rocks on the ground (reminding me of Edvard Munch’s ’The Scream’.) That actually helped entertain me a bit. On this climb I moved into 3rd place – I didn’t know this I was just putting one foot in front of the other to get to the top of this brutal gravel road climb.
Time for my final TW visit and a last hit of pumpkin soup (those guys up there are just incredible – terribly cold and windy and they have to keep track of who’s been where and help find drop bags etc…and they still have a smile on their face – HUGE respect for that crew) Ten minutes shy of 24 hours I headed down the mountain for the last time. The wind was still smashing hard so despite feeling good and having a runnable downhill it was slow going. A last goodbye to the little hut at Mt Horn and down to a checkpoint called ‘The Brewery’ – I can’t remember why but with only ten k’s to go, there REALLY should be beer here. A note for Terry next time. It was here I found out I was 3rd. Choice! but…
Just after this, as I turned my headlamp off, I looked across the valley back to the brewery and saw the aforementioned lone figure dressed in black hunting me down. I went as hard as I could – even running up some of the final climb – to try and hold position. On the final downhill I saw the turn off I missed hours earlier – so obvious in the daylight! I stopped to try and work out which way to go – even calling Terry again (sorry mate) who set me straight – all the while wondering when the figure in black was going to come flying around the corner and take that coveted final podium spot (1st and 2nd – Charlie Sharpe and Grant Guise had long since finished).
With 3 kilometers to go I decided to just put the hammer down and go for it – big mistake!! Within seconds everything hurt – a tendon around my right knee shot out in pain, I got the stitch and it felt like something was pinching in my left ankle – super nasty. Ok, ok, fine then, nevermind finishing with style, let’s just finish. At least it made me realise that I had run the race right below the do-not-go-harder-than-this line for its entirety which was really satisfying.
Round the corner and to the finish!…. but there’s nobody there…. then someone shouts out ‘runner’ and suddenly an enthusiastic crowd appear from nowhere – really quite cool! A whole tub of ice cream to celebrate and then I told Terry his race was ‘a piece of piss’- he called my bluff and suggested making it harder next year – ‘oh, nahhh mate she’ll be right, leave it as it is, yeah all good!’
Final stats: 3rd place overall, 27 hours, 5 minutes and 164kms (102 miles) – well, that’s what the Garmin watch said so I’m sticking to that!
The honest truth was that I entered this race with the sole goal of gaining points for two of my dream races – UTMB and Hardrock – and I wasn’t really looking forward to 100 miles on the rock – but the people involved and the whole event was just so inspiring that my entire opinion has changed – and I may well find myself at the start line next year just for the sheer fun of it all, it really was awesome.
Oh, by the way, the figure in black never turned up – sleep deprivation is a hell of a drug.
18 x vfuel gels
6 x One Square Meal cranberry bars (bite size)
4 x chocolate muesli bars
5 x cups of pumpkin soup
2 x snap lock bags of lentils, baked beans, avocado and hummus (approx 500 grams each bag – basically a burrito without the wrap – sucked up in about 30 seconds!)
2 x frozen smoothies – plain yogurt, rice milk, banana, berries, LSA and ground almonds (approx 300 grams per bag)
Doesn’t seem like much food but I was never hungry and I felt strong from beginning to end so I guess this works for me!
Water and a few cups of pepsi towards the end
Garmin Fenix 3 watch with portable USB charger which allowed it to record the entire event.
Hoka One One Challenger ATR 02 shoes
Icebreaker merino socks (only one small blister)
UD PB 2.0 Vest for all the compulsory gear and food
AY-UP head torch with spare battery
Now the anxious wait for the lotteries for the big three – UTMB, WSER and Hardrock – better start saving now!
Thanks for reading!
P.S. – This is mud – not some new style of activewear! :
The North Face 100 – 2015 Race Report
Let’s start by going back. It’s just gone 8pm on Saturday the 17th of May, 2014. I’m 88kms deep into my first attempt at TNF100 and I’ve just chucked my guts for the first time ever in a race. I’m not gonna lie – I was completely unprepared for it and it totally freaked me out. It came from nowhere and destroyed what motivation I had left. After two more of these special moments I realised things weren’t looking good. No longer was I walking – it was more of a two foot drag. A perky Australian flew past me with some words of encouragement ‘’KEEP GOING, YOU’LL GET THERE’ ‘nah I, well, I think I’m done’ ‘BULLSHIT! YOU’RE FINE MATE, NEARLY THERE’. Despite his enthusiasm, my spirits stayed low, it took me a very long 90 minutes to cover the 3kms to the final aid station. By this point the air temperature was near freezing and so was I. With nothing in the stomach, nothing in reserve and a body temperature in the 33’s I agonisingly pulled the pin. The team there were amazing and I have the highest respect for the brilliant assistance they provided – however I have a very competitive nature, so the next day I decided I had to come back and finish the job – and I wanted to run through that 91km aid station as fast as I possibly could…
6:23am Saturday the 16th of May 2015 – Scenic world start – CP01 Narrowneck (183rd place)
Off we go. Lovely day, good temperature, great company, plenty of jokes in the first few ks. Road running? Sure why not. See the elites already motoring back the other way. They make it look so easy. Down the furber stairs and along the semi-technical track that runs to the golden stairs. Halfway along, full of confidence, I stuff up a footing and my shoe gets stuck between two rocks. This catapults my knee against another rock shooting pain all over the place. Just 5ks in. Please no please no please no…. remove foot, start running….. positive thoughts…. come on come on…… bit of blood dripping down …. a few more k’s ……. everything still working…. knee still functional…. yes! Onward! Up the Golden stairs and through checkpoint 01 in 1:15. I don’t know if this is good or bad because I’ve managed to forget all the goal times my support team (wife!) and I worked on already. Nevermind….
CP01 – CP02 Dunphy’s Camp (171st)
Open fire roads make pacing strangely tricky. I run downhill with small steps trying to minimise the impact on my right IT band which invariably causes me grief towards the end of these sorts of races. This means that many, many people go past me which can be somewhat demoralising. In races past I would have followed them but for once I listened to the little voice inside my head that said ‘let them go’. The Tarros ladders were a little busy this year but the view is awesome and it’s a good time to get that gel down that you should have had twenty minutes ago but forgot… again…. into CP2 feeling bloody marvellous in 3:18.
CP02 – CP03 Six Foot Track (146th)
I like hills. Well, I like going up them anyway. As I climbed Ironpot ridge I suddenly found myself passing all the runners who had flown past me earlier. It’s a good feeling passing people uphill – and this was to become somewhat of a theme for the rest of the day. The local Aboriginal people are crucial to the success of this event and it was once again an incredible experience running along the ridge with the sounds of the didgeridoo ringing across the valley. Hang a left and true to form, everyone passed me again on the big downhill out of Iron pot. ‘Let them go, be cool Andrew!’ – It’s normal to talk to yourself in an ultra right? I got my revenge on the massive uphill road that leads to CP3 – arrived 46km in 5:09. Still feeling ok.
CP03 – CP04 Aquatic Centre (131st)
CP03 is such a cool spot. Maybe too cool. Last year I just wanted to grab a beer and listen to the band. Flag this running gig. Fortunately they were on a break when I arrived so the lure wasn’t so strong. Brief chat with wife, suck the insides out of a burrito (avocado and beans) eat a banana, mandarin, salt tablets and a gel (how many should I have had by now? hmmm….) I left holding a peanut butter sandwich with every intention of smashing it on the way up six foot track. The 50k sign is a great thing. Every step from now is less than I’ve already done. Yes! Up Nellie’s I felt great – unlike the previous year when I cramped halfway up the stairs – also a first – I had no idea what to do about calf cramp! (yes, there were a lot of unfortunate firsts in the 2014 race). Again I got to enjoy the rare experience of passing people up stairs – sorry! Rock up to CP4 – 57kms in 6:41 feeling a bit tired but otherwise on track. I still had the uneaten sandwich in my hand – rock hard by now. It turns out I really don’t like chewy stuff while running.
CP04 – CP05 Queen Vic Hospital (118th)
I wasn’t looking forward to this section – last year I found it to be quite horrendous. It took over four hours and it felt like 4 days. So. Many. Stairs. This year I discovered that a whole section of misery had been removed – the very difficult staircase down from Echo point was closed off – replaced by a flat road section. It kinda felt like cheating but I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually enjoyed all 21kms to CP05 in just over 3 hours – perhaps because I was dreading it so much. Elapsed time was 9:46. A short sit down as my left calf was pinging a little bit. More beans and avo, another gel – my 11th of the day – banana, mandarin some nuts and then off.
CP05 – 91km Aid Station
A super long downhill kicks this final stage off – 7kms or so. I was still taking it really easy for the first half of it – mainly out of habit. Then I realised this was the last downhill of the race so I threw caution to the wind and went for it – it felt great to be finally bombing the downhills like everybody else. Also, it wasn’t dark yet and the sunset was just incredible. I reached the lowest point (geographically) of the race – a small river crossing called Jamison Creek – still feeling alarmingly good. Shouldn’t I be vomiting by now? Hating every step? Wishing for it all to be over? Something was seriously wrong… or right… or something. Suddenly I was at the dreaded 91km checkpoint, quick water refill, a ‘thank you for being here’ and I was off like a scared rabbit. Race time was 11:27 (it had taken me well over 15 hours to get here the previous year).
91km – Scenic World Finish (104th)
The last 9kms is tricky. It’s all uphill and in places it’s wet and technical. It was also now dark and I have a very average headlamp. Even though I was expecting difficult, I was still surprised at how tough the going was from 93kms on. The good news is I was still in good shape. I am nearly always the guy that gets passed at the end of a race, but today was different. All that self preservation early on was paying off – I was passing people quite easily. Now call me heartless, but there’s a certain amount of satisfaction in getting your race strategy right, and it is a very good feeling to pass people that flew past you 10 hours earlier in the day. It’s nothing personal, but it is awesome. At 99kms you arrive at the base of the furber steps. This offers a challenging conclusion to the race. For the first time I actually allowed myself to believe I was going to finish! I put the hammer down and ascended in 15 minutes with my heart somewhere near my throat. Coming out the top to the noise and a very relieved wife was absolutely amazing! Final time was 12:55.
I signed up to TNF100 this year somewhat reluctantly – basically I don’t like leaving things unfinished. Now, all of a sudden, I find myself looking forward to next year… 🙂 Thank you to everyone involved – especially my wife who is the best support crew you could hope for – this is truly an amazing event.