It was, especially ticking it off with a very good friend, and having the support of so many of our trail running friends on the day.
But the day, and especially the lead up, were not without some difficulties for the both of us. In the end, it made the day even more special.
Where it All Started
Sometime in 2015, Chrissy Good and I talked about running an ultra together. Initially Roller Coaster Run (RCR) in the Dandenongs, a 43k trail run with over 2000 metres of vertical elevation. I never made it, injury finally getting the better of me at Christmas. We had already discussed doing the 100k at Surf Coast Century (SCC) as a team, 50k each. After my non-show at RCR, suddenly SCC became the focus for us both, a glorious way to both tick off a 50k ultra, and do it as a team.We had entered under the team name HappyMondays; a reference to our shared love of the Madchester music scene, and also to the fact that we both (used to) have Mondays off work and would often catch up for coffees.
The Roller Coaster of Training and Injury, The Lead Up
We both had training plans set for the June/July/August period, Chrissy basically continuing on from where she left off after RCR, me trying to build back up sensibly after an injury plagued Xmas and New Year.Through to June I was building nicely. I had run a hard 30k trail race at Macedon and after recovering from that was looking to increase the mileage and consistency. Chrissy was consistently running 3 times a week, going to the gym to do leg strength, and core strength exercises, as well as getting in long trail runs on most Sundays. And just as I was looking to run into some form and fitness, a torn calf at Studley parkrun derailed me. Tear wasn't bad, minor grade 1, but in the middle of an ultra training plan, it was a disaster.
Intensive physio, lots of support from my wife, trail running friends, and especially Chrissy had me feeling positive that I would get back soon enough. 5 weeks went by whilst my training partner went from strength to strength, and I gamely battled back through injury. Finally, I was able to join Chrissy and a large group from Lysterfield Trail Runners for the infamous 'Goat Loop' around the park. (So called as the resultant activity plot resembles a goat, a nod to the resident Lysterfield goat we have named Lenny!)
And.... disaster. Pulled up sore on top of the left foot. A week later I went for a scan to see if I had a stress fracture. Thankfully it came back negative, and over the next 2 weeks, it slowly went away. But not before I lost another couple of weeks of solid training. By now I was getting worried that I wouldn't even make the distance, let alone run a time that I would or could be satisfied with. 50k is no small undertaking, and as the days wore on I privately thought of the options in front of me.
Chrissy was really patient. No pressure, just make your decision when you are ready etc.
Eventually it all sorted itself out, I made Wonderland 36k (albeit on very limited training), ran that well enough to give me confidence that SCC was at least achievable, and then entered the last 2 weeks of taper.
So finally all was going well for #teamHappyMondays. Or so we thought.
Immediately after Wonderland weekend, Chrissy messaged me and said her back was a bit sore after a gym session. Whilst I was a bit worried, we thought it was just a "rest and ease up" proposition. Wrong, on so many counts, a few days later I get the message I had been dreading, "back is fucked". Simple and straight to the point! She'd bent over at home, and couldn't get back up again. In same strange way, it was almost a repeat of Chrissys lead in to RCR this year. (see One of a Kind for more.)
Myotherapy, Chiropractor, lots of stretching, anti-inflams etc. She pulled out all stops to get to the start line. A week off work before the event seemed to do the trick to get it much better, but all that time we had been discussing options for her (tables had turned fully 180 degrees). It was as much her not wanting to let me down, but race rules allowed a team member to DNF and other members to be able to complete their event. Whatever the outcome, we were both confident that somehow we could pull this off.
Race Weekend (more than just a day)
Friday
Weekend got off to a flyer on the Friday (sarcasm) when on the train in to Richmond, Chrissy messaged that she'd tweaked her back again that morning. I was now desperately concerned for her, to get this far and fall short of a goal was just the worst possible scenario. She'd been such a positive friend during my injury, it was almost cruel that this had happened to her. She was giving me a lift to Anglesea, and when she got out of the car at Richmond to greet me, she was slightly hunched over with a rueful smile on her face. We both knew the consequences of trying to run with a stuffed back, but we are both just a little bit obstinate. She would call it on Saturday morning, if she couldn't run, but we both knew that short of her not being able to get out of bed, she would run. |
| View from Check Point 2, Torquay. |
We were chuckling about that all the way to Anglesea. Picked up the keys to the house we were sharing, then checked in.
Grabbed the first room we liked, spread our gear out and then waited for everybody else to turn up (8 in all sharing a 10 bed house!). By now Chrissy's back had improved, and confidence was returning. We headed off to race registration at 5 in the arvo, caught up with heaps of people we knew doing either the 100k, 50k solo, or teams events. Photo with all the other LTR runners (we had decided that we were running as part of LTR on the weekend), race brief in the freezing night air, then back to the house to prepare meals, race kit, then nervously try to sleep the night before. A few glasses of wine for me, vodka for the party girl were consumed to help us with that.
Saturday - Race Day (Legs 1 & 2, Chrissy)
Alarm blared out at 4:15! Bloody hell it was loud.... Chrissy had set it for her so she could get up and eat some breakfast before the 5:30 am race start. The idea was that I would have another 40 minutes rest before I got up, as I wanted to see her set off. The reality was, neither of us had a good nights sleep, or much sleep at all. Both very tired, and with that comes the loss of energy, and low morale. But, Chrissy was intent on running, despite her back being stiff. She thought it would loosen up as she ran. We both hoped she was right!
It was dark and cold at the race start. I managed to lose Chrissy and Chris Spano (a mutual friend who was going to run with Chrissy) on the walk to the beach start, but thankfully found them with about 3 minutes to go. Wished them both luck, watched them head off along the beach, a conga line of head torches disappearing up the coastal trail.
Included in our house was Cheryl and David, both doing the 50k solo, and a team of runners doing the mixed 4 person 100k relay. It was going to be a busy day following them all around.
Went back to the house, had my breakfast, and sorted out the rest of my gear, and the gear I needed to take up to Torquay, the 22k mark and the aid station along the first 50 where I was able to offer assistance.
Good friend Chris Langmead wasn't running today, so was offering to assist all the runners as we went round the course. He gave me a lift down to Torquay, and we waited patiently for everyone to come in. First was our team, rocketing away very high up in the placings, handover to Josie, and off she went! Next came David, closely followed by Cheryl, both looking in good shape having completed the somewhat technical sections on the beach. Lots of other runners came through, I knew heaps of people either running, or assisting, or spectating. A very social occasion it was at Torquay!
As the time approached that I expected both Chrissy and Chris came and went, I started to get a little anxious. Not hearing how things were going, I could only hope that she was still running. Just before the 3 hour mark, they both appeared. Change of shoes and socks, food and fluids, a brief smile to tell me all was okay (the back was behaving itself), and off they went again. I was happy. Posted a message on Facebook letting everyone know she was fine and through Check Point 2.
Briefly I returned to the house, grabbed my gear, and clothes bags for David and Chrissy, to put in the car. Andre, Chris and I went down to the finish line for the 50k, saw Josie come in and hand over to Daniel in the teams, and then watched as Cheryl, then David finished the 50. Figuring we had plenty of time, we returned to the house where I tried to calm myself by lying on the floor in the living room, closing the eyes and attempting to meditate.
I was aware that my throat was sore, and I had a suspiciously snotty feel to the back of my nose. Initially thought it was being out in the cold at race brief the night before, but as the morning wore on, I realised that I was coming down with a cold; it had ravaged my office the week before....
Around 11:30 we headed down to the start/finish area and awaited Chrissy. She messaged us at the 45k mark. What I didn't know was that she was struggling with the re-occurrence of a knee injury. I waited a while and then spotted both Chris and Chrissy heading up off the beach. Chris peeled off to run through the finish shute as a 50k solo runner, and Chrissy continued on towards me in the transition area. As she got closer, I could see that beaming smile of hers light up her face. She covered up her mouth, a sure sign she was getting very emotional as she finished. Heaps of people called out to her, it was an almost rockstar finish! As she finished, we greeted each other with a hug, Chrissy almost sobbing with relief/delight, whatever it was, it was just brilliant seeing her complete her first 50k. A quick chat, I had to grab our shared first aid kit from her, then as I realised that others around were going to help her, I headed off on my own journey of discovery. Chrissy had been shepherding me away, telling me to get going. Later she confided that it was because she was so emotional, and me being there only made it worse! Sorry mate....
I had no idea what to expect for my first 50. I don't think the brief meditation in the morning had anything to do with it, but I was very calm and relaxed as I set off. First hurdle was crawling under the bridge on the Great Ocean Road! Friend and RIOT member Jaye, was marshalling at this point. (Hence the photographs...) Blue matting had been kindly laid by the organisers, there was less than a metre of height from the water to the underside of the bridge. It really was a commando crawl. I was one of the lucky ones, I'd just started my run, there were 2 women in front of me halfway through their 100k run. If ever there was a high risk candidate for cramps, this was it!
The first 10k was along walking tracks in town, then gravel roads and fire trails as we headed south. The course was already going up and down, not huge elevation gains and losses, but enough to let you know that occasionally it was cool to walk (or strategically hike, as I like to put it!). As I was running strongly at the start of my 50, and meeting up with plenty of 100k runners, it was good to have a chat with many of them as I passed. Passed a fellow LTR, Bich Jennings, running her first 100, on the last of the road climbs. Always great to catch up with a fellow goatling on the trails.
Almost right on the 10k mark, the course veered right, onto some lovely flowing single trail. From here through to Distillery Creek (20k mark) was some great trails. Along here was the most significant climb of leg 3, 5 kilometres of gradual climbing (4%, or thereabouts). Leg 3 is considered the hilliest, and therefore the hardest leg of the whole Surf Coast Century course. Many people talk of it in awe. but the reality is that it is not too daunting on it's own. Saying that, as the 60 to 77k points of a 100, it is difficult enough! Knowing the elevation for this leg, I was intent on taking it easy, just cruise the pace, keep the HR down to below 145, 150 at worst. For most part I succeeded.
And this was as much due to the number of friends running the 100 that I met along this section, so I would stop and walk and talk with them. For one friend in particular, Shaun Moore, I stopped to take a good look at him, knowing that he'd hit his head on a rock in the first few k's of the run that morning. Lump on his head, a sore ribcage, but he looked in pretty good shape mentally.
At the 17k mark I crested the climb, then had a 3k downhill run to Distillery Creek. lovely section of trail, I just let the legs off the leash, only intent on making sure the feet landed in stable footholds on the way down. Brief stop to catch up with another friend who was walking along here, clearly unable to run due to fatigue. Richard was not looking good, and I told him if I saw any of the persons supporting him, that he needed help.
Got into the aid station here, grabbed some potato crisps, a small piece of chocolate and fruit cake, then headed off again. Feeling good, although I was starting to warm up as the sun had come out. Passed another LTR runner (Zara?), then put my head down to get the next 7k section done, and see my friends at Moggs Creek. I hadn't factored just how much climbing was on this section, and I walked a bit more than I expected. I was trying to work out my expected time into Moggs, but the brain just wouldn't play ball.... I was really looking forward to getting into the 77k mark, catch up with Chrissy, see how she was going after her run. It also meant that I would be over halfway, something to celebrate.
As I approached Moggs, I recognised the trail having run alongside Peter Mitchell in 2014 accompanying him to the aid station. People started lining the trail, giving encouragement and clapping and cheering. always get a boost when you from this. Approaching the aid station, I noticed David Grech standing in the middle of the trail pointing me to a picnic table where my supplies were. Chrissy was there too, showered and changed and looking pretty well relaxed. It was great to see them. Truth be told, I wasn't in as good a shape as I expected to be here, knowing that I still had 23k to go. They both inquired re my health, physical and mental. Mentally I was still up for it, physically I knew I was running low on energy. But 50k isn't meant to be easy, is it? Said my goodbyes to both, they assured me they'd be at Aireys Inlet (36k mark), and off I went. As I exited the aid station, Johnny Horricks from PTR came up beside me for a chin wag. He was amazed that this was my debut ultra, and debut 50, thinking that I had knocked off a few of these over the years! My reply was that I obviously talk up a good game!
The climb out of Moggs was a little unexpected. I thought the bigger climbs were behind me. But as I was to find out, the path to Aireys was still subject to elevation gains and losses. I walked various sections here, mainly as I couldn't keep my HR below 150 if I attempted to climb even the most gentle of rises. But I walked with intent, making sure I minimised any loss of time.
After a few tantalising glimpses of the lighthouse at Aireys, I dropped down off the climbs to run the last kilometre into the aid station. But not before having to go under a bridge on the Great Ocean road for a second time! This was not as tight as before, but was somehow even more precarious. Bouldering along the side on tired legs, fatigued body, and a less than mentally alert state of mind, it could have resulted in falling backwards into the drink! There was a line of us going through here, and we all had a nervous little laugh after getting through. Ran into Aireys feeling that a stop and a feed was on the cards.
This time I was greeted by David, Chrissy, Chris and his partner Elise. Once again it was a welcome sight to see friends. Chrissy asked me a straight and simple question, "How are you going?". My reply was a one word answer, rhymes with ducked, or something like that... And I truly was starting to feel it. My mind was trying to blindside itself and not think of the final 14k left to do. It was that old football adage, one step at a time, one kilometre at a time, just get it done. The stop at Aireys was about 5 minutes for me from memory, part of me not wanting to leave, part of me knowing I wasn't getting it done hanging around. Said my goodbyes again, hug from Chrissy and a few positive words of encouragement, and off I went again, one last section to complete.
Sun was getting low as I rounded the lighthouse, and I could spot the trail ahead for at least another 3 to 4 kilometres. Once I'd climbed up, I found it easier to get into a rhythm of running the flats, and downhills, and walking the climbs. For the most part I stuck to this, occasionally stopping for a photo, or to adjust my hydration vest as it was feeling loose. Along here the trail stuck mainly to the foreshore/clifftop walk, stunning views of the cliffs and ocean in the late afternoon. Despite my difficulties, I was in a happy place, such gorgeous scenery on a great day.
A couple of little climbs, a short beach section, then a section of about 30 steps (oh FFS, really?), then the trail diverted into a bush section closer to the highway. Along here my watch sounded off another kilometre, and I realised it was the longest I had ever run, racing or training. I silently celebrated this milestone.
Right on dusk I dropped down on the trail and entered the beach at Urquhart Beach. Earlier in the day the tide was up, thwarting Kellie Emmersons attempt at a sub 9 hour. Fortunately for me, and the other runners, the tide was well out, the beach flat and firm, and long as the eye could see. I already had my head torch on, and along here was the first time I really noticed that the light was illuminating the way ahead. After my less than stellar effort from Aireys, I was determined to try and run as much of this beach as I could. And I did, picking up the pace to average around 6 min/k. Suddenly it was dark, dusk had disappeared very quickly, and in front and behind was a sparse line of bobbing head torches. I passed a few runners until there was only 1 in front, a very bright Eye-Up, with another runner beside them. A brief stop at the 45k mark to message Chrissy, let her know I was close, then ran on.
All of a sudden I realised that I might have missed the stairs off the beach in the dark. I had the course plotted on my watch, and on the beach it wasn't evident if I was on the course or not. I ran on, passed a group of people who cheered me on, but said nothing re if I was on course or not. After about 4k's on the beach I was convinced I had run too far. I'd been following the light in front, thinking they knew the way. Now I wasn't so sure. Ran a bit further then spotted a set of steps off the beach. No sign, no glow sticks, or marshal, but I decided it was time to find the trail again. It was pitch black by now, and getting cool. I didn't want to stop and get cold, lest my legs also seize up. Off the steps then straight into a carpark. No trail markers, so I ran towards the beach, then noticed that the course on my watch was in the opposite direction. After a few minutes of faffing around, I started heading north along a trail and immediately saw one of the pink reflective trail markers. I have never felt so relieved in all my life. Whilst not on the edge of panic, it wasn't too far away.
By now I thought I was only 2 to 3 k away. The path had little ups and downs, run/walk/run through here, all the time on my own. As I approached the Surf club at Anglesea, a very bright light came up behind me. Paul Tsiros, a fellow LTR 100k runner was coming home strong. He recognised me, and we both agreed to stay together for the run in. By now my legs are well and truly knackered, it was becoming a triumph of mental strength over physical frailties. We kept urging each other on, not wanting either to fall behind this close to the finish. Hit the beach with 400 metres to go and in the torch light could see the reflective strips on the traffic cones pointing the way off the beach to the finish shute.
I could feel the emotion beginning to well up inside me. I was going to do this, despite all the problems in training, the stress of knowing I was underdone. People were cheering us on; friends, strangers, marshals. Pauls family were there as we approached the finish line, he was whooping and hollering away, I could barely do anything other than suck huge breaths in! Saw Chrissy on the path, didn't even register until after I'd finished that I'd arranged for her to run with me down the finish straight. I was so in the zone with Paul. If there was one disappointment of the day, it was stuffing this up....
And then, it was all over. Paul and I shook hands and hugged, I then turned and saw all my friends standing there, cheering and taking photos. Chris Langmead, Andre Van Der Westhuizen, and Nigel Hanscomb to name a few. Suddenly beside me was Chrissy, the poor thing having to run behind me up the finish line. It was then that I realised my stuff up. She was fine, was just happy to see me finished. She gave me a big hug, and it was then that the emotion just burst forth, and I sobbed. Relief, joy, pain, who knows all of the above and more. It was raw emotion, but it was as much from my perspective as it was for Chrissy who had also endured plenty of hardships getting to the race, then finishing it.
Presented with our finishing medals, a photo of us both in front of the SCC 100k banner, then I sat down and downed at least 5 cups of electrolyte. I needed something to replace what I'd lost. After about 10 minutes I started to feel cold, so we decided to head back to the house. And back there was curry, cake, vodka, and friends to chat with, and a birthday cake for 4 of us who had birthdays over the week. The perfect end to such a great day.
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| Chrissy and Chris Spano. 5:30am start and smiling! |
Included in our house was Cheryl and David, both doing the 50k solo, and a team of runners doing the mixed 4 person 100k relay. It was going to be a busy day following them all around.
Went back to the house, had my breakfast, and sorted out the rest of my gear, and the gear I needed to take up to Torquay, the 22k mark and the aid station along the first 50 where I was able to offer assistance.
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| Race start, was quite a sight. |
As the time approached that I expected both Chrissy and Chris came and went, I started to get a little anxious. Not hearing how things were going, I could only hope that she was still running. Just before the 3 hour mark, they both appeared. Change of shoes and socks, food and fluids, a brief smile to tell me all was okay (the back was behaving itself), and off they went again. I was happy. Posted a message on Facebook letting everyone know she was fine and through Check Point 2.
Briefly I returned to the house, grabbed my gear, and clothes bags for David and Chrissy, to put in the car. Andre, Chris and I went down to the finish line for the 50k, saw Josie come in and hand over to Daniel in the teams, and then watched as Cheryl, then David finished the 50. Figuring we had plenty of time, we returned to the house where I tried to calm myself by lying on the floor in the living room, closing the eyes and attempting to meditate.
I was aware that my throat was sore, and I had a suspiciously snotty feel to the back of my nose. Initially thought it was being out in the cold at race brief the night before, but as the morning wore on, I realised that I was coming down with a cold; it had ravaged my office the week before....
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| View from the house we had for the weekend, overlooking Anglesea. Race start/finish just right of centre on the coast. |
Saturday Race Day (Legs 3 & 4, Me)
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| Whos idea was this? Photo credit: Jaye Chin-Dusting |
The first 10k was along walking tracks in town, then gravel roads and fire trails as we headed south. The course was already going up and down, not huge elevation gains and losses, but enough to let you know that occasionally it was cool to walk (or strategically hike, as I like to put it!). As I was running strongly at the start of my 50, and meeting up with plenty of 100k runners, it was good to have a chat with many of them as I passed. Passed a fellow LTR, Bich Jennings, running her first 100, on the last of the road climbs. Always great to catch up with a fellow goatling on the trails.
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| Bitumen is boring, RIGHT? |
And this was as much due to the number of friends running the 100 that I met along this section, so I would stop and walk and talk with them. For one friend in particular, Shaun Moore, I stopped to take a good look at him, knowing that he'd hit his head on a rock in the first few k's of the run that morning. Lump on his head, a sore ribcage, but he looked in pretty good shape mentally.
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| And it was..... |
Got into the aid station here, grabbed some potato crisps, a small piece of chocolate and fruit cake, then headed off again. Feeling good, although I was starting to warm up as the sun had come out. Passed another LTR runner (Zara?), then put my head down to get the next 7k section done, and see my friends at Moggs Creek. I hadn't factored just how much climbing was on this section, and I walked a bit more than I expected. I was trying to work out my expected time into Moggs, but the brain just wouldn't play ball.... I was really looking forward to getting into the 77k mark, catch up with Chrissy, see how she was going after her run. It also meant that I would be over halfway, something to celebrate.
As I approached Moggs, I recognised the trail having run alongside Peter Mitchell in 2014 accompanying him to the aid station. People started lining the trail, giving encouragement and clapping and cheering. always get a boost when you from this. Approaching the aid station, I noticed David Grech standing in the middle of the trail pointing me to a picnic table where my supplies were. Chrissy was there too, showered and changed and looking pretty well relaxed. It was great to see them. Truth be told, I wasn't in as good a shape as I expected to be here, knowing that I still had 23k to go. They both inquired re my health, physical and mental. Mentally I was still up for it, physically I knew I was running low on energy. But 50k isn't meant to be easy, is it? Said my goodbyes to both, they assured me they'd be at Aireys Inlet (36k mark), and off I went. As I exited the aid station, Johnny Horricks from PTR came up beside me for a chin wag. He was amazed that this was my debut ultra, and debut 50, thinking that I had knocked off a few of these over the years! My reply was that I obviously talk up a good game!
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| After the climb from Moggs Creek, this was the view. Worth it. |
After a few tantalising glimpses of the lighthouse at Aireys, I dropped down off the climbs to run the last kilometre into the aid station. But not before having to go under a bridge on the Great Ocean road for a second time! This was not as tight as before, but was somehow even more precarious. Bouldering along the side on tired legs, fatigued body, and a less than mentally alert state of mind, it could have resulted in falling backwards into the drink! There was a line of us going through here, and we all had a nervous little laugh after getting through. Ran into Aireys feeling that a stop and a feed was on the cards.
This time I was greeted by David, Chrissy, Chris and his partner Elise. Once again it was a welcome sight to see friends. Chrissy asked me a straight and simple question, "How are you going?". My reply was a one word answer, rhymes with ducked, or something like that... And I truly was starting to feel it. My mind was trying to blindside itself and not think of the final 14k left to do. It was that old football adage, one step at a time, one kilometre at a time, just get it done. The stop at Aireys was about 5 minutes for me from memory, part of me not wanting to leave, part of me knowing I wasn't getting it done hanging around. Said my goodbyes again, hug from Chrissy and a few positive words of encouragement, and off I went again, one last section to complete.
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| This is probably right at the point where David Grech said to me, "That's the hard bit out of the way, it gets easier". My facial expression and body language says it all.... |
A couple of little climbs, a short beach section, then a section of about 30 steps (oh FFS, really?), then the trail diverted into a bush section closer to the highway. Along here my watch sounded off another kilometre, and I realised it was the longest I had ever run, racing or training. I silently celebrated this milestone.
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| As a Stone Roses fan, I was a little alarmed, to say the least. Rumours aren't true though. |
By now I thought I was only 2 to 3 k away. The path had little ups and downs, run/walk/run through here, all the time on my own. As I approached the Surf club at Anglesea, a very bright light came up behind me. Paul Tsiros, a fellow LTR 100k runner was coming home strong. He recognised me, and we both agreed to stay together for the run in. By now my legs are well and truly knackered, it was becoming a triumph of mental strength over physical frailties. We kept urging each other on, not wanting either to fall behind this close to the finish. Hit the beach with 400 metres to go and in the torch light could see the reflective strips on the traffic cones pointing the way off the beach to the finish shute.
I could feel the emotion beginning to well up inside me. I was going to do this, despite all the problems in training, the stress of knowing I was underdone. People were cheering us on; friends, strangers, marshals. Pauls family were there as we approached the finish line, he was whooping and hollering away, I could barely do anything other than suck huge breaths in! Saw Chrissy on the path, didn't even register until after I'd finished that I'd arranged for her to run with me down the finish straight. I was so in the zone with Paul. If there was one disappointment of the day, it was stuffing this up....
And then, it was all over. Paul and I shook hands and hugged, I then turned and saw all my friends standing there, cheering and taking photos. Chris Langmead, Andre Van Der Westhuizen, and Nigel Hanscomb to name a few. Suddenly beside me was Chrissy, the poor thing having to run behind me up the finish line. It was then that I realised my stuff up. She was fine, was just happy to see me finished. She gave me a big hug, and it was then that the emotion just burst forth, and I sobbed. Relief, joy, pain, who knows all of the above and more. It was raw emotion, but it was as much from my perspective as it was for Chrissy who had also endured plenty of hardships getting to the race, then finishing it.
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| Left picture, no caption necessary. Right caption, with the medals, all smiles after finishing. |
Sunday, post race crash and burn
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| The Bling! |
We had chatted all the way back, pinching ourselves that we were now both ultrarunners. Sometimes hard to believe, other times (like when getting in an out of the car), very easy to believe!
So finally after about 9 months of talking, entering, training and doing it, it was all over.
And already discussing about coming back next year and giving those times a shake.
And already discussing about coming back next year and giving those times a shake.
Until next time....
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