Tuesday 10 February 2015


Tarawera Ultra Marathon 2015 : 100km Trail, Sat 7th Feb


 

20, 36, 50, 35, 73, 28, 80.  No they are not tonight’s Power Ball numbers but my kms covered in sequential order for the past 7 weeks leading up to the Tarawera Ultra Marathon 100km Trail Race in New Zealand, from Rotorua to Kawerau via Lake Tarawera and Tarawera Falls.  For those who need to fall asleep or want to substitute their valium, my previous blog post can be read that explains the reasons for the short preparation, but you get the gist that I was cramming or as I call it, ‘reverse tapering’ for the event.  I had no choice.

 

Going away to travel far for a race with fellow NRG runners and great friends is always enjoyable and last weekend was no exception.  A large group of us flew out Thursday night from Sydney, landed around midnight (after allowing 2 hours time difference) in Auckland before Tim drove almost 3 hours south east to Rotorua, where we got to bed just before 4am on Friday morning.  Race time was Saturday morning 6am with an early rise required, so sleep was in order desperately. 

 

Registration and race briefing was held after lunch on Friday and after hitting the local Countdown (Woolies) for supplies, a large pasta dinner was consumed by all of us staying in a big fun house known as Rotovegas.  Good place, shame about the sulfur perfume that Rotorua is characterized by.

 

My usual 4 hour sleep the night before race day continued and we fuelled up on breakfast around 4:30am and got all our running packs and gear ready for the big assault ahead with the 100km. Lucinda and Kristian were tackling their biggest ever individual run, the 60km from Rotorua Forest to Tarawera Falls.

 

It was 5:20am when we arrived at the start line, extremely dark in the forest, but many runners headlamps were on and the usual line ups for the amenities buildings and porta-loos.  An NRG group photo was taken (minus Samantha, Gavin, Paul and Malcolm) and good lucks were handed around the clan before the race began.  Lucie, Lachie and Ian were all starting up near the front of the crowded shute but the rest of us were hanging back enjoying the atmosphere and trying to keep warm on a crisp morning in the forest.

 

Light was not a huge problem with so many runner’s headlamps on, but I used my penlight only on rare occasions as we began the slow start on the narrow fire trail up the hill.  There were so many walkers and slow trotters at the beginning with minimal areas to pass so it got a little frustrating.  Tim, Rocco and I were trying to move through the wall of people and I noticed Suzi, Aileen and Robyn take off early so the frustrations grew, even though I said to myself don’t worry its 100km, not 20km.

 

Eventually the fire trail ceased and it switched to single track but that didn’t help with the slow tempo ahead.  So many people walking the rather flat sections single file.  I passed people where I could, but the room was simple not there to go flying past.  I tried to stay relatively calm and had to grin and ride with it.  The girls were well ahead now and I think I must have skipped a little ahead of Rocco and Tim but expected them any second now to join me.

 

It took a good 4km-6km before the field began to really spread where you could run at your own desired pace.  At 4km, there was an area where spectators were cheering and an area to hand in your headlamp.  I saw Paul Gaske a few kms later and he mentioned he was in the 60km and wished him the best.  A further few kms on after some nice leafy forest and trail I passed Samantha and did the same with the good wishes.  By this stage the pace increased and I was feeling good but sort of in catch up mode after the frustrating start, trying to catch Robyn and Aileen.  I figured Suzi was already on her ‘Energizer Bunny’ runs and on her way to keep up with Lachie, Ian and Lucie.

 

I passed the first aid station but did not stop for water having begun the race with one litre of water / electrolytes in the front of my Salomon Pack.  I continued to tick the kms over at a good click and eventually caught up with Aileen and Robyn around 14km into the run on the lovely canopy covered single track, semi technical area with many tree roots hidden amongst the soil and leaves.  You had to lift your feet that was for sure.  A quick bathroom stop before a short distance to second major aid station meant that I took in some food at the station and had the front water bladders filled (did not take a back bladder for the pack) and my 600ml Nathan hand held bottle topped up.

 

There was a bit of road running and gravel to get through before the next aid station which was around the 20km mark.  Here most people stopped and re-fuelled as it was a 17km stretch before the next aid or water.  The food at these stations were superb let me say and the volunteers simply were awesome, grabbing water bottles out of your hand and re-filling them and giving them back to you promptly.  I took some crisps and a honey sandwich for some energy to start the next leg.  I ‘faffed’ around a bit with my music and headphones before Robyn and Aileen arrived at the aid station.  Looks like I haven’t learnt my lesson from TNF last year, I spend too long at the stops ! 

 

The three of us took off heading for the next long section.  I think Robyn and I decided to push the pace a bit and Robyn joked (well turns out she wasn’t) that I should be pacing her. The trail became empty now with fewer runners to be found with the runners extremely spread out.  The section here leading up to 37km was very good, partially open trails but still considered single track.  I think I was pacing Robyn here for a good while and Aileen would have been a minute or two behind.  The trail now included some hill climbs lasting a few kms and I thought I was putting a gap on Robyn as I could no longer hear or see her behind me.  I passed a few more runners heading up and was feeling great.  There was a short fast downhill before another uphill.  Almost at the top of the last climb of this long 17km section between aid stations, I hear the pitter patter of Robyn’s shoes and before I knew it she had caught up again and I thought to myself, gee I thought the hills might give me some breathing space over her, but nope it was going to be Robyn’s day here as she is a stayer over the 100km.

 

The downhill section began for the last 2.5km into the aid station and its rather steep single track but fast and runnable.  Downhills are not my strength, but I have improved over the last year so the pace was on again.  All of a sudden my adductors in the upper legs had seized and I was forced to a walk as those cramps (a long term enemy of mine) had surfaced.  Robyn flew by and then Aileen a minute or two later. I was so frustrated at this time, having worked hard to get to that position, energy levels were great but the legs just decided to give in and muscles contracting.  I watched all the people I had past in the last hour go flying past on my right.  I began walking gingerly backwards down the steep hills. That is not easy and it’s painful but not as painful as doing it forwards.  Some people asked if I needed help and one kind runner asked for my race bib number and said he would tell the next aid station some 2km away.  I took 2 more salt tablets and soon came across another runner with the same problem.  I gave him some tablets too and it seemed to work for him as he dashed off some minutes later !

 

At about 36km, I heard Rocco and Tim in the background and they caught up with me and nursed me through to the aid station.  I was contemplating pulling out when I got to the aid station as I knew these cramps wouldn’t be going away anytime soon, especially as I started thinking that I simply have not done the training here for this race and I am pushing my already smashed legs through hell.  Then Rocco and Tim got into my head space and I thought to myself at least I can try to get to 60km and get a medal for finishing.  They were saying “no”, you will be doing the 100km and can walk it need be finishing late at night before cut offs at 70kms.  At that stage, my thoughts of going onto 100km was the last on my list.

 

We got to the aid station, refuelled and headed off on more single track with many twists and turns and technical sections and undulations.  Throw in some fallen trees across the trail and there many unders and overs to counteract.  Not what I wanted when having legs that were cramping on and off by this stage.  Rocco and Tim forged ahead after a couple of kms and I didn’t yell out anything when I stopped once again for cramps as I didn’t want them to wait for me as I knew it would be a struggle to simply get to each aid station which were about 8km apart for the next few technical sections.  I really thought I would see the last of them after this point and next I will be seeing the other NRG runners passing me as I continued on at my snails pace via my shuffle and walking in between adductors tightening up.  Paul Gaske past me and many other runners did the same.  My aim now was simply to get to the next aid station, refuel, eat, sit and rest, re-assess and decide if I was ready to move forward to the next aid station.

 

At least the food and drinks were giving me energy.  The hot cross buns with butter on offer were great and coupled with coke and even pizza (yes, pizza was delivered via boat across the Lake to some checkpoints) helped my energy levels.  I find it hard to eat suitable foods on these mammoth runs, so having these three things helped as the Hammer Gels were getting rather ordinary on the taste buds.

 

The trail continued past lovely clear water lakes with undulations through technical sections and small rocky steps.  I took it aid station by aid station and somehow managed to make it up to 55km and with only 5km to Tarawera Falls and the 60km finish.  At least there I could sit down at 60km and re-assess or cross the alternative finish line and call it a day.

 

On the way to the 60km, I remember seeing a random guy standing next to the trail.  He had a beard, sunnies, and a high-vis vest and said he was a medic. It was weird to see him on that section of the trail but he did have his backpack full of medic gear and I said I was suffering greatly from cramps as he watched me approach him slowly along the trail.  He gave him a handful of small dissolving magnesium tablets and said to place under my tongue everytime I felt a cramp coming on.  I did so and I must admit it did improve things but not totally as they would come back every km or two when I wanted to shuffle a touch faster.

 

I approached Tarawera Falls and they looked amazing as it was warming up a little and the water was crystal clear, so inviting for a swim which you could have done but there was another 40km + to run (well shuffle at the time).  Just as I was feeling marginally better with the legs, more cramps occurred on the descent into the checkpoint area at 60km.  It was now after 2pm (so I had been out there for 8 and a bit hours) and the aid station was very hot.  Crowds were there as the 60km finishers were on the left and the 85km and 100km runners were directed off to the right for the aid station.  I refuelled and asked about the drop bag area as I had packed some running shoes for this aid station stop.  I sat down to change from my Innov8 Trail Rocs to the Brooks Runners when I saw Paul again.  He had his 60km finishers medal on and I congratulated him.  He asked if I had decided to forge ahead with the 100km and I sort of said without thinking, “yeah why not, I can at least walk it and get home to 100km beating the cut offs.”

 

So there it was, a decision made and a few more minutes rest on a chair meant my legs could take a breather and perhaps approve of my new cushioned road shoes.  As I headed out of the checkpoint, I began running again, slowly but moving a bit quicker than the last 23km.  Then the trail turned right and there was a sharp climb up a hill on very soft sinking straw like trail.  I thought great, wrong shoes idiot !  I cramped again and then briefly thought about maybe heading back, but my mind then said, nope get to the next station at 70km and re-assess, so it was now programmed into my head, treat this last 40km, one section at a time.  Wow, how simple is that !

 

Perhaps the perseverance gave me good fortune, as after that climbs the trail turned into a wider fire trail.  I though this isn’t so bad.  Sure there was gentle uphills to contend with, but at least I didn’t have to worry about technical single track where I had to lift the legs high and thus create more cramping opportunities.  So my confidence grew as I continued on the fire trail.  I begin running again, feeling good, taking in food and water and electrolytes with Hammer Fizz.  I started to pass a few runners, the many runners that had passed me in the past 10km on the single trail.  I guess I can say I felt re-born again and enjoying the day.  It was getting hot though so the hand held bottle was filled with water and I regularly squeezed water on my head and neck to keep the body temperature down which certainly helped I think.

 

The uphills were done and I was on the flats and slight downhills of the fire trail and I noticed my pace was picking up.  I managed to get some sub 5 minute kms in here and still felt the energy levels were great but that was probably because of all that stopping and starting and walking on the previous few aid station sections.  I could see the 70km aid station ahead some 500m away and I then began to run up to it faster feeling good.  My plan was now to perhaps only have a quick stop to re-stock and head off immediately whilst I had good momentum.  On the approach to the station, I thought I saw two orange and white singlets and was hoping it could perhaps be Rocco and Tim but then I thought they would have been at least another few kms ahead as a minimum.  As I was drinking and eating here at the stop I was just about to head out when I saw Tim and Rocco on the left sitting down.  I was a bit shocked.  Tim was a bit sore though with ITB and glute issues so they were having a rest.  I stayed with them whilst they re-stocked and changed certain gear.  I had just overheard that Ruby Muir had just one the women’s race for the 100km.  I had a beer wager on that with these two NRG characters as they were Nuria Picas followers.  So that certainly gave me a boost!  Tim headed off first as he said he would walk to start with and we would catch him soon enough while I waited for Rocco to refill his drinks and get other supplies. 

 

Tim must have started running because he was a good 200m up the road when we left the aid station and went over the timing mat.  I thought my splits for that last 8km would have been good to see, but after knowing the timing mat was after the checkpoint and not before entering the station, it sort of becomes irrelevant.  As I was feeling fresh I took off and thought Rocco would join me but he was happy to keep going at his pace.  I soon caught up with Tim and he said the pain was there on the ITB and leg and said if I feel good, I should go ahead and keep running.  So I did and began the next 3-5km with longer strides, more energy and sort of in disbelief that after what I had experienced between 34km and 60km was somehow replaced with a new pair of legs.  It turns out the road shoe change at 60km was the best decision I could have made.  My km splits were getting quicker and even some low 4min/kms were clocked. 100km trail running causes some strange things I thought.

 

Eventually I passed Samantha again at around 75km. She was running so well and looking comfortable but she was a bit over the fire trail. I mentioned Rocco and Tim were only 10 mins behind so I think that perked her up and she went faster after that.  I wished her well and kept running the uphills of the firetrail until I reached the next aid station at 77.7km.  Here the “loop of despair” began as the locals call it.  You head out on a open fire trail in the heat then suddenly get onto a single track with a steepish climb up to the top of a ridge then cross the ridge via a fire trail again before coming back down the hill via another fire trail.  It’s only 5km this loop, but it got hot and I felt a bit sick and bloated, but I continued on and made sure I stopped at the aid station on the return of the loop and sat there for a few minutes with ice to cool me down.

 

83km gone and I was told mostly fire trail to go so I was glad to hear that but my leg speed had slowed now and I think the last 20km of hard running had taken its toll. Glutes were hurting, my leg stride was very short now and the pace slowed right down.  No cramps though so I was happy about that.  I kept the ‘next aid station’ mantra and suddenly I was at 90km, then 95km.  Only 5km to go, with sunlight splitting through the beautiful peaceful forest it was just after 6pm and I was making sure my fluids were kept up. There was no need for my head lamp that I placed at the 90km aid station stop in a drop bag.  I forgot to move the bag to the used pile and have since not been able to find it so it has become a donation to someone in NZ.  Lucky for me it was only a cheaper type of headlamp and not my Petzel Nao.

 

I got to 97km and crossed a small bridge before a short steep dirt hill greeted me.  Great, who put that there I thought as I tried to hold onto something as I climbed the hill without slipping or cramping.  Mission accomplished and now it was more about trying to beat the clock home for a sub 13 hour finish as I working out I needed sub 7 minute kms for the last 3kms.  My goal at the start was to beat 14 hours (as TNF was 15:02 last year and I was told to take 2 hours off that – with this course, but I was in no form of race fitness for a 100km here).  The last 3 kms seemed to take forever as you moved from gravel trail to winding single track, a few stairs to go up and down and run through local parks and fields and beside a golf course.  When doing all this, I could hear the PA system at the finish line so I knew it was close.  I kept monitoring my elapsed time but knew I had some time to spare now.  I saw Robyn and Lu at the finish shute on the right and kept running for home.  I crossed in 12 hours 55 mins and 27 seconds, so I was absolutely thrilled to beat 13 hours. 

 

I congratulated all the NRGers that had already crossed the line with Lucie, Lachie, Ian, Suzi, Robyn, Aileen in the 100km with Lu and Kristian in the 60km.  Sally had decided to finish her day at 60km and that was an awesome achievement and now a proud Tarawera Medal owner !

 

We all watched Samantha, Rocco, Tim, Gavin and Gillian cross the 100km finish line.  Fantastic times and great efforts, particularly for the people either suffering injury or doing their first 100km race.  Never again was mentioned many times (exception was of course Gillian who said in her Scottish tongue that it was ‘glrreat !).

 

Lucie had to be sent off to hospital later on after apparently having too much caffeine during the run causing some dehydration but is now thankfully all OK.  Amazing run though coming in 9th female overall in an Ultra World Tour Event jam packed full of professional endurance and trail runners.  Suzi finished 11th and Robyn 15th, so having 3 NRG women in the Top 15 of a UTWT event is simply amazing.  They are superstars.  Great performance from Lachie in his first 100km to run a blistering time.  Ian got lost a little again on course costing him some valuable minutes but still put in a great race.  Aileen was awesome given her foot injuries.

 

So a much faster, flatter course than TNF100, but certainly not easy. I can vouch for that.  Just don’t ask me to even think about Mont Blanc – that’s not happening, hang on a minute……how many more qualifying points do I need for that again ?

 

Times are below for NRG runners that I am aware of (apologies for any person whom I have missed):

 

100km

Lachie Clark                   10hrs 34mins 05 seconds

Lucie Barney                 10hrs 34mins 05 seconds    

Ian Lochrin                    10hrs 51mins 14 seconds

Suzi Heaton                   11hrs 04mins 22 seconds

Robyn Bruins                11hrs 27mins 46 seconds

Aileen Waldron            12hrs 51mins 23 seconds

Doug Richardson        12hrs 55mins 27 seconds

Samantha Isbell           13hrs 11mins 00 seconds

Rocco Smit                     13hrs 21mins 55 seconds

Tim Lyndon                   13hrs 40mins 11 seconds

Gavin Evans                   14hrs 10mins 23 seconds

Gillian Russell               14hrs 24mins 18 seconds

 

60km

Paul Garske                    7hrs 51mins 36 seconds

Malcom Hyslop            8hrs 27mins 29 seconds

Kristian Wynn              9hrs 25mins 26 seconds

Lucinda Rigby               9hrs 42mins 09 seconds

Sally McIlwaine            11hrs 23mins 05 seconds

 

Photos:

Some courtesy of Sally and official photographers and randoms !
(Blog uploading of photos didn't want to work, so had to use flickr link instead....sorry !

https://www.flickr.com/photos/130494236@N04/with/16310982958/







Time waits for no-one, for the fortunate and not so…….


Wow, its been almost six months since my last post here. A lot has happened and writing a blog has been the last thing on my mind.  Having left off with a rather successful feeling post the Bilpin Run, attention was drawn to the next race, which was the Coastal Classic from Otford to Bundeena.  This has always been a scenic run and a great test of trail running with elements from technical descents and climbs, beach running, some rock cliffs, more sand running and a little bit of everything mixed in.  A 29.5km course after significant rain during the past week makes it even tougher on the legs and for me it was a cramp and mud bath, but I rather enjoyed the latter ! The good old course got me again with cramps mid way through but I battled on to do a nice PB and a time of around 3:06.  Very happy indeed particularly when you finally get to cross the line before Robyn and Tim – think that must be a first in my trail running career, but they had an excuse given Sydney Marathon was 2 weeks later and they both smashed PBs with Miss Bruins upping the ante by demolishing my PB. 

A week or two later I headed to Melbourne for the AFL Grand Final to watch my beloved Swans get trounced by the Hawks. The day didn’t begin well when pulling up very sore with shin splints after a 8km tempo run around the streets of inner Melbourne suburbs.  I never really thought shin splints could be so painful and actually make you stop running, but that’s exactly what they did and I had a good 2-3 weeks forced rest (well I saw the physio many times and maxed out my private health cover) from running, but managed to join the local gym for swimming work and exercise biking to keep some form of cardio up.

I needed the exercise as I had signed up to Hobart’s Point to Pinnacle (P2P), a Half Marathon that starts from sea level to eventually climbing 1,300m, finishing at the top of Mt Wellington.  So once I had the green light from the physio, I had a couple of runs back to get me used to the legs again before entering the Kedumba 10km.  Rocco and Gillian were in the 21km event and we all travelled up in my car for the morning hosted by Running Wild NSW.  The 10km had a very small field of runners and was simple, a 5km down the Kedumba Valley Fire Trail and then turn and run the last 5km up the steep slopes.  Good way for me to get back into it and train for P2P.  The 21km race was the same except run down for 10.5km and climb up a lot further than I could at present. 

Gun went off and the 3 of us simply lined up at the back of the field to treat it as an easy training run.  We were slowly jogging the first 800m and then it got all too frustrating so I decided to actually stretch the legs and try and go quicker.  I was mindful of the downhill running with the previously sore shins, but things were going well.  No pain.  I made the turnaround in 5th position I think and saw 2 very young looking lads (15 years old I was told), way out in front coming back up the hill.  It was then my turn for the all uphill and I was worried about fitness given the recent rest but I aimed not to walk it and gave it a good go.  I made it to 4th then battled hard to finally get 3rd before I spotted one of the tall young runners walking up the last big hill.  I caught him and encouraged him on but before I knew it, we had made the top of the hill ready for the flat and downhill sprint and he took off – cheeky kid !  He got 2nd but I held the gap to 6 seconds so was pleased considering the lazy or easy start at the back of the field and simply jogging the first section.  Rocco and Gillian did well in their 21km run, making themselves stronger for P2P.

After Kedumba, I begin working on some training with the aim of being fit for P2P.  I even bought a road push-bike, well let me refresh that, I let Raki and Wilson do the shopping for me and made me spend a lot of cash.  A couple of weeks later I went for a morning ride with Raki and had a nasty fall that I wish no-one can experience.  It was all my wrong doing and fault, inexperienced, riding to quick, downhill and panicked on the breaks whilst avoiding little items on the road.  Luckily no cars were involved, only me, my bike, and my helmet and head.  Thrown over the bars at speed landing on the top right of your head is not fun, but the helmet I was wearing saved my life, there is no doubt.

Initially I thought I was Ok after the incident but my life and head was heading in a downward spiral within a week, feeling dizzy, drowsy, neausea, anxious, neck pain.  After numerous GP visits , I had a CT scan on my brain , neck and back and then weeks later an MRI (those machines are simply freaky for head scans). Scans showed no brain damage and specialists were baffled as to what was causing the issue other than to say it could be me being anxious or even Post Concussion Syndrome.  It was probably both the two to be honest and I battled through the next two months really.  A very nasty and down period in my life, coupled with a few other things that had I had to deal with and it was really low times.  In the past, running has been the cure for those times, but this time, that was not on the table, I simply could not run with my head injury.  It’s those times that you thank and become appreciative off the people around you, friends and family offering support and I thank every single one of you.

Obviously P2P could not be run in my condition but I only made a last minute decision to pull out the night before the scheduled flight weekend. The flight risk was simply too great for me.  Chantelle happily and probably gladly took up my race bib and was heading down to Tassie that weekend anyway.  Turned out she smashed it and I am not surprised as she is a brilliant runner ! Thanks Chantelle !


Things were beginning to improve a little around Christmas time so I started to do some light 5km-8km runs.  I knew that would make me feel better mentally about things but the fitness would be lacking on an enormous scale.  Given I had entered a race in New Zealand that was being held in 5 weeks (I had entered back in late June for memory) I was almost certain that I was going to forgoe my entry and plane fares making it a rather expensive last few months.  Given the race was 100km and all, what else should you do………….


…….time was ticking fast and really I had to make up my mind on what to do.  There was about 7 weeks to go before the start of the 2nd official race of the Ultra Trail World Tour – the Tarawera Ultra Marathon 100km in New Zealand, from Rotorua to Kawerau via Lake Tarawera and Tarawera Falls.

I had entered this race way back in June or July and was really looking forward to this one, my second 100km race after The North Face in the Blue Mtns last year. It was supposed to be a lot flatter, faster and easier.  But with time not on my side and a lack of fitness following my head trauma I was feeling very uneasy, anxious and ready to pull the pin on this.  Watching your friends putting in the kms training around you whilst you are unable to run is not easy but I know I was doing the right thing by not attempting to run.  The risks were far too great. As I began to feel better week by week, I warmed to the idea of heading to NZ (still anxious about flying) to perhaps complete in the run but move my 100km entry down to 60km.  At least that was something.


I began training with a 20km trail run and remember this one vividly, with Ruth absolutely schooling Tim and I on a local trail run around Lance Cove.  Wow, I had a lot of work to do I thought to make this upcoming event possible.  The next week Pat and I ran a 23km trail around Lane Cove trails again, but we both suffered in the extreme humidity and heat and pulled up about 6km short of the 29km planned run.  The week after was a bit lighter on for kms but I was in desperate need of a long run the following week and completed a 41km run with Rocco, Tim, Robyn, Suzi and Chantelle on another hot morning.  That was a great training run for someone who needed the gallop.  Three weeks to go to race day and a light week somehow made it in my training schedule before another long run with the Knapsack Race of 30km under quicker conditions to get my legs into intense race mode.  A vey tough Wed night Hills session followed by another hard 22km trail run on the Saturday meant reverse tapering was complete with an 80km week completed seven days before race day.  I guess I was lining up for the 100km event as I hadn’t changed to the 60km !