Travelling over to England on the plane gave me an opportunity to reflect. I realised I am not what you would ever call an ‘elite’ runner. I am simply a good runner who has taken the opportunities when they have presented themselves through daring to step out of my comfort zone. With this opportunity, also came a certain level of responsibility. I was determined to do the very best I could. This meant that I trained smarter and harder, ate more sensibly, abstained longer and thought more closely about this race in preparation than I have ever done for any other race.
The race couldn’t have been run in better conditions, very cool and calm conditions, a slight drizzle coming after 3 hours that cooled us down and the route was the very scenic with enough twists and turns to keep it interesting. I was able to drive the whole course with my teammates and ran a part of it prior to race day, I felt very confident that I could achieve my goal time of 7:45.
The course took us out of town for 20km to a lake, where we started on the out and back section x 6 (5km stretches), before heading back into town. In the first 5km there were some significant hills before an undulating section to 15km. The out and back section was thankfully completely flat! The last 15km back into town had those undulating sections again, although the last 5km were mostly a descent back into town.
|My 'Garmin'...when we heard that Garmins would not be|
alllowed in the race, I fashioned my own!
The last out and back (80-85km) was indicating that the last 15km were going to hurt! I started feeling quite fatigued and was refluxing my Gus and Gatorade that I was taking on. My stride was shortening and the toe off was less powerful. My form was a bit wobbly which wasn’t great knowing that I still had some significant distance and hills to go. I was facing the wall, hadn’t quite hit it, but was looking right at it. My double marathon, 85km time was still very good, 6:20ish.
At 85km, the Scot who had been shadowing me for most of the race passed me and despite best efforts, I couldn’t go at his pace. Somewhere soon after fellow Woody Tim passed me. He was looking very strong and had obviously ran a pretty smart race to have that left in the tank. I struggled up the hills at around 92-95km and my pace now was blowing out to 5 minute kilometres and I was facing a battle to finish under 7:30. At around 96km, a kiwi runner, Martin Lukes, who had been struggling early on (but was one of the pre-race favourites), passed me. That caused me some annoyance and I forced my aching sweat soaked frame to dig and find whatever I had left to increase the pace down the hill to the town and finish strongly.
Stretching out over that last 400m would have been a sight! Once over the line I had to be caught by Ian Cornelius and Robert Boyce or I was going down! They plonked me on a seat and I just sat there for 20 minutes trying to suck in some oxygen and liquids. I’m sure I was very close to the limit!
As a recovery run the next day, I entered in a local Fell running race. I got lots of strange looks from locals when they recognised me from the 100km race the day before...”aren’t you the Australian that ran yesterday...”?? “Yes I am crazy” was my standard reply!
Finally, I am forever grateful for the amount of generous support offered to me from all at AURA and my fellow Australian teammates. I had a ball, and if I would love the opportunity to do it all again one day soon.