AND RUNNING REPORTS
It is such a huge honour to represent your country, especially doing something you love. Add to that, running is such a solo sport that you rarely get to be a part of a team. And what a great team to be a part of. Fiona, Dawn, Emma, Wayne and Graeme were all familiar faces from Taiwan last year while Kim joined us for the big dance and it was an absolute pleasure to meet her – and hear some wonderful stories of her endurance running feats. And it was another opportunity to catch up and run with my good mate from over the ditch Mr Stephen Redfern (he is now 5-2 in victories over me – I have some work to do)
So how did the race go for me? Well, it was a bit of a disaster. And, three days later, I am still totally gutted about it. That’s pretty much the race report in a nutshell, you can stop reading if you like.
…but if you want to know more…..
All the ducks in a row was the focus in the build up to this event. I had trained and focused so hard on it and felt everything was bang on – I and woke up feeling like ‘today is the day!!’ on Saturday morning – starting the race 100% ready.
However, it turns out, I haven’t actually figured out how to execute this style of event yet. I say ‘yet’ because even though the last thing I want to do now is do something like this again I know I need to at some point because it’s gonna bug the hell out of me until I nail one. I know I can and I’m learning more each time I fail. A lot of the problems from Albi were copies of problems from Taiwan last year – so there seems to be a pattern.
Start at 10am, was fairly near the back but was totally fine with that. Made sure my heart rate was mid 120’s for the first few hours. Easy running. Ankle gave me some pain after only hour which wasn’t welcome – physio and crew master Marcus Daws dug in there with a good deal of pressure and it really did the world of good. We might have to drag him to all our events from now on! Got through the marathon in about 3:50 and this was still cruise mode and happy. However, by hour five running suddenly got very hard as my chest started to tighten. Breathing was an effort. Once again Marcus worked on freeing up muscles in the chest and back. Back out but very uncomfortable. Stomach was getting steadily more painful as the heat of the afternoon wore on. By hour twelve everything was awful. Had to bless the crew tent with a huge vomit – which I hoped would help but I realised it was too late for whatever was causing the pain. Also, (apologies for too much information) my pee was steadily getting darker and after 13 or so hours it was very, very red and I was getting quite concerned. So, doctor time. There were others already on the beds with the same problem. While my vitals were all fine the basic advice from the doctor was ‘stop’. So I did. And the long walk around the track back to the crew tent was quite emotional with plenty of time to think about everything that had gone into this race.
However – sleep, as any ultra runner will attest, is an amazing thing. I drank about a litre of salty soup, ate half a loaf of bread and then went to sleep on the floor of the tent thinking that I would not be out there again. About an hour or so later I woke up and felt a little better. Started cheering on everyone still out there which is great to lift spirits. Pee stop – almost normal! Ok, wait a bit longer. Four and a half hours to go the FOMO was just too strong so I went back out and just walked – knowing that I shouldn’t take any risks. I walked for 3 1/2 hours and I gotta say, it’s not a lot of fun going at that pace – but it was awesome seeing just how incredibly strong some of the top elite runners were going – six people (including Camille with her new world record) going over 270kms is just insane! With one hour to go I felt almost like a normal human so I ran that just to make it feel like I had done something if only for that hour. 144kms total – I had added 29km by going out in the morning which, while insignificant in the grand scheme of things, made me feel a little bit more like the runner I’d like to have been that day.
So, what to take away? At first I had no idea and was frustrated. Then some advice came in which really seemed to ring true (and if anyone out there has something to add to this I am absolutely all ears). Basically it comes down to drinking too much water in the heat. I think that because it’s so hot (for me anyway) I need to compensate by drinking often. Eventually the stomach is forced to hold the water as it’s too much for the body to process while doing something as taxing as an ultra. Any nutrition coming in gets held up by the liquid in the stomach so the body ends up getting very little to operate on. Meanwhile, the kidneys are not getting enough liquid to do their job so you end up with the combo of stomach and kidney pain along with gnarly pee. Good times right? I’m sure someone who actually knows medicine can explain this better but that is my general understanding.
So, ‘next time’ (aargh!) I must have a more rigid nutrition/hydration plan and stick to it. This kinda happens automatically when you are carrying your own hydration in a mountain ultra which is why I’ve not had those problems in other races – just these loop circuits with water available all the time. My theory anyway.
So, in summary: brilliant event, amazing team and crew, wonderful experience and a terrible run. Maybe the next one will be a local one without all the pressure aye. Might help. Maybe….
And, of course, none of this mad running thing would have been possible without the incredible support of the super-crew wife Emma – who had to juggle the kids this time but still managed to be there when I needed it THANK YOU!!!
Cheers for reading, looking forward to figuring out how to do one of these properly one of these days aye – I’ll be back!
Hold on to your walking poles… it’s time for another race report!! UTMB 2019!!!
30th – 31st August 2019
Loop course, Chamonix, France
171kms, 10,061 metre climb, 10,061 metre descent
Strava GPS link: https://www.strava.com/activities/2669138482
Absolutely bananas. That’s what first kilometre of UTMB is like. it’s Friday and at 6pm on the dot we’re off – surprisingly smoothly considering there are 2,500 of us – through the streets of Chamonix. Both sides of the road are completely packed with pumping crowds and you feel the best you’ve ever felt running in your entire life. Floating, smiling, high fiving, laughing – absolutely on cloud nine. One enterprising bar was even offering runners free beer – 500 metres into the race. It looked tasty… but not yet.
Section 01 – Chamonix to St Gervais – 20km
Easy flat first 8km to Les Houches and then we hit our first proper climb – about 800 metres. Probably the most significant thing to come out of this section was the sudden and quite scary realisation that this course was nothing like what I had trained on back in NZ. The uphills were fine – in fact, they were fine for the entire race. No, it was the downhill from Le Delevret into St Germain – about 1,000 metres – that gave me cause for concern. I wanted to take it easy and save the quads – but it’s just so steep and for so long that you’re braking hard the whole way. Most runners around me took a different approach – total abandon at full speed. Like, ‘woah, see you later’ fast. I just don’t seem be able to descend like that. I tried a few times and was pretty sure the next step would be my last – this is clearly a major weakness for me and something I will need to work on for future mountain events. Looking at the stats I lost 73 places just on that descent (on fresh legs!)
Section 02 – St Gervais – Contamines – 10km – Total 30km
Short section but a bit gnarly. Super super hot and muggy too. Into night now but the air is still thick. I’m overheating and find myself coming into the aid station at Contamines feeling all of a sudden very tired and overwhelmed. My left ankle has flared up and I’m in a bit of pain. Stomach not enjoying the heat either. Only 30k’s of easy running and I’m feeling spent – what is going on!!?? Fortunately I get to see Emma here for the first time and I know she’ll help me get back on track both mentally and physically. The tent is rammed with runners and crew (very strict rules for crew at UTMB – only allowed in five minutes before runner arrives, only 1 crew) but Emma has found a quieter spot for us and I take a few minutes to re-find my happy place.
Section 03 – Contamines to Courmayeur – 50km – Total 80km
Right. So, reset and off again. I’ve just put the next 50km into one section because really, it’s all a bit of a blur. The climbs are huge but I quite enjoyed them – often passing 30 odd people on the way up – only to have them all go flying past on the following descent as I struggled with both my body and the terrain. Trying not to land hard on my ankle I was constantly off-neutral balance and I knew that at some point this would become a problem but couldn’t really do anything about it. Some amazing support still – to have people cheering us on at 4am over 2,500 metre passes is just astonishing – there was even a harpist playing at 2,000m! The descent into Courmayeur from Checrouit is only 4km but drops 900 metres. I was in absolute hell. Stomach pain, ankle pain, right knee now starting to scream. 30 people flew by – it felt like 100 – very demoralising. This is my second support stop with Emma. I’m super cooked and I even say to her ‘If this wasn’t UTMB, I’d pull out right now’. But it is UTMB. So quit your moaning.
Side note: The aid stations at UTMB are incredible. Considering the amount of runners involved, the execution is flawless. Plenty of food and the main two hot food items – soup with noodles and pasta – are meat and dairy free. Hallelujah! I ended up having soup+noodles at every aid station from 40km onwards. My collapsable ultraspire cup got a workout of its own. All the volunteers involved were simply amazing. Hats off and thank you.
Section 04 – Courmeyer to Champex Lac – 47km – Total 127km
Instant 1,000 metre climb was made easier by good company – chats with people from around the world all trying to communicate in various languages. I’m probably offending everyone around me with my attempts at Français. Then relatively easy running along a plateau which included one of the most demanding pit stops I’ve ever had. At Refuge Bonatti (we’re in Italy now) I discovered the only option was a squat toilet – having destroyed quads while three Italian ladies stood in total silence outside the door made this extraordinarily challenging – but not as challenging as the following climb up to Col Ferret. HOT. like, hot like I’ve never been. I thought my legs were going to collapse at any point. Mid afternoon and totally exposed just baking in the oven for hours. Finally made the summit and we’re in Switzerland! 1,500 metre descent now (you guessed it, 10 more places lost – at the time it feels like many more) down to a very pretty postcard perfect Swiss village (complete with Ferraris in the drive) before a surprisingly tough climb to beautiful Champex Lac. Feeling surprisingly chirpy as I arrive right on 24 hours.
Section 05 – Champex Lac – Chamonix – Leg 44km – Total 171km
Just three peaks to finish the job – easy right? ha. On the drop down to Trient at 143km (after the fist of these monsters) I started to get my now-familiar hallucinations. I saw a chap exiting an aid station in the middle of the forest – neither of these existed. I was very disappointed to discover the real aid station was at least another hour away – and a very painful (my knee was 9/10 pain) and difficult descent at that. Everything just got weirder and weirder as the second night wore on. On the final climb to La Tête aux vents I saw a lady in a bikini lying on a rock. Then some cheeky bugger put a giant Tigger on a fold out chair halfway up just to mess with people – I’m sure that one was real but actually I haven’t checked with anyone else so…. maybe?? Everything is kinda moving strangely in the corners of your vision. Surprisingly I was still relatively awake but at no point was I convinced of actually finishing until about five kilometres out from Chamonix. I decided to just go for it and suck up the pain because I really wanted this over with – dawn was arriving on the second day, I had been awake for nearly 50 hours and a lot of that was not vintage fun.
Popping out of the forest into Chamonix I saw my old mate Geoff Higgins– who had guttingly had to pull out of CCC the day before with illness – waiting with camera in hand to accompany me the last 1.2kms to the finish – I really enjoyed that bit – it really is amazing how suddenly nothing really hurts when you’re that close to the finish. At 5:44am on Sunday, 35 hours and 44 minutes after leaving the exact same spot, it’s over. Emma is there and damn does that finish line hug feel good. My great aussie mate Stephen Redfern is also there – finishing 4 hours earlier but staying up (how!!??) to see me come in. Bloody marvellous.
Worth it? Without a doubt. Reflecting on it a few days later you get a much better perspective on the experience as a whole. I’m still very sore – feet are huge and my right knee has swollen up like a balloon – but that will pass. Yes I’m disappointed it took me so long – I am quite competitive after all – but in the end that doesn’t matter so much either. I am astonished at the speed the elites can go at – and am in awe of fellow kiwi Scotty Hawker‘s third place finish in 21:48 – that is just so fast on that terrain. In the end it was just awesome to be a part of something that I’ve wanted to do since the day I heard about it many years ago. Job done now, time to put the feet up… for a week at least. Cheers UTMB!
Spring energy gels – not sure how many…. maybe twelve?
Heaps of soup and noodles and 1 x pasta
Fruits nuts…. general aid station stuff.
Garmin Fenix 5x+ watch recharged at each aid station with Emma
Altra Lone Peak 4 and Olympus shoes
UD PB 4.0 Mountain vest
Black Diamond Carbon Z poles
Fenix HP30r head torch with spare battery – lasted the full night for each set of batteries – really impressed with that.
The usual themals, jacket, pants, buff etc… didn’t really need any of it as was so warm even in the middle of the night.
Next stop is the world 24 hour champs in Albi in October. 8 weeks to go.
Cheers for reading!
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! :