Running
The last race of the year is always one of my favourites, the 6 Inch Trail Ultra Marathon ( http://www.6inchtrailmarathon.com/ ) takes place normally on the last Sunday before Christmas and it a perfect time to get together with good friends and enjoy one of the best trails in Western Australia. It takes part on the Mundi Bindi trail ( https://www.mundabiddi.org.au/ ) a long-distance, mostly off-road, cycling trail which runs for over 1,000 kilometres (620 miles) from Mundaring to Albany. The completed Munda Biddi Trail opened end-to-end in April 2013 when it claimed the title of the longest continuous off-road cycling trail of its kind in the world. Once a year 47k of this trail is taken over by over 500 mad trail runners as they run from North Dandalup to Dwellingup.
The race starts at 4:30am to try and avoid the heat of the day because in WA, towards the end of December , you may be faced with a searing heat and this proved to be the case last year when the event was cancelled due to dangerous weather conditions. Luckily this year we had just about prefect conditions bar a slight headwind in some sections of the course but this proved to be cooling so not an issue. My game plan was to try and add to my eight sub4 hour finish times on my 11th time running this great event, the two times I had missed the 4 hour mark I had veered of course so was confident I could make this goal.
As the image above shows I was ready for the kick off with the sun just about to rise behind me lighting the way up the infamous Goldmine Hill start. This hill is steep and very long and has been the undoing of many a novice 6 inch trail runner. Mentally you need to be prepared for Goldmine because if you’re not expecting it your race can be over very quickly and it’s a long 45k if your legs have given up early. The first time I ever ran the 6 inch in 2018 this happened to me as myself and my running partner , Brett , had done no reconnaissance at all and didn’t even realise there was a Goldmine Hill. This was also in the daylight saving days so it was pretty dark. I remember thinking what had I let myself in for and would this hill ever end. Not a great start to the day and it got worse as we got lost early on and then staggered to the finish. Did I mention it was also seriously hot and humid ! I had such a bad day I tried to cancel my flights to the Comrades Marathon the following year as I was over ultra running. Funny how things work out, I did go to Comrades and ran a blinder and now, twelve years later, I’m still running the 6 inch and loving it.
An image above featuring one of my favourite Qantas Pilots, truth be told the only one I know, Adam and my Feral Pig buddy Dazza. Adam ran a great race scraping into the top 50 overall on the back of an injury interrupted build up. He’s running Delirious with me so this was a great confidence booster ahead of the big dance in February. (If anybody reading this fancies running a 200 miler in Western Australia then this is the race for you.. https://deliriouswest200miler.com.au/ . Epic!) Dazza was talking up a good time but unfortunately was undone by Goldmine Hill and his race was over before it began with a hamstring injury. He’s blaming Hokka’s and a law suit is forthcoming … He is not one to ever DNF though and struggled home in just over five hours which is a massive achievement when you have a goal so much quicker. Again he’s joining me in February and I’m sure it’ll be a different story then. Either way with Dazza there will be plenty of banter and a lot of laughing and swearing….
Right onto the race itself. I had set myself a goal of sub 4 and decided to go out with the third or four placed pack of runners and basically hang on for as long as possible. With experience I knew what to expect and the 6 inch really starts at the half way point initially and then the last 12k after the Escalator Hill. (As you can image any hill called the Escalator is a bad one !) I knew I was under done with no long runs in the last three months and although I was averaging well over 100k a week it was mostly flat bike paths, not idea preparation for trails. A tip here, run the terrain and elevation you are going to race on in training, not rocket science but often ignored. Runners get into a comfortable routine but no one improved in their comfort zone. ( Unless they are running Maffetone training of course but you would need to add serious distance to make up for the last of elevation. ? https://philmaffetone.com/method/ )
I executed the plan pretty well for the first 12k which is mainly downhill after the initial shock of Goldmine Hill. I was running with a group of 4-5 runners and comfortably keeping up. With hindsight maybe a tad too comfortable ? Either way I managed to get to the first aid station in a reasonable time and , at that point, I thought I was still in with a sub 4 finish. This all changed though when the half marathon runners set off a minute or two ahead of me at the 23k mark. In all previous years I have managed to run past their start with a good 5-10 minutes up my sleeve so I knew then I was in trouble. The traffic didn’t help and there was no ‘exploding‘ up the Conveyor Belt Hill , more like a ‘stagger‘ rather than the usual ‘swagger’… In past races I had taken a few names on this hill, which takes you to the highest part of the course, but this year I was struggling. Time to dig deep and hang on for 10k. About this time I met my friend Ben who I used as a yard stick for my pace, keeping him in my vision. I was also joined by Chris, another run under done but running well at that point and he pushed me along towards the climb ahead. At the bottom of the escalator I got a second wind and, as this part is an out and back, could see all the runners ahead of me. This spurred me on and before I knew it I was off the climb and into the last 12k of the race.
As I have said before the pointy end of the 6 inch, the last 12k after the Escalator Hill, is where the race is won or lost. You can certainly haemorrhage time if your legs give out and this is where you are found out if you have not trained appropriately. Over the years I have had some great battles with myself over this last section and this year was to be no different. There is one nasty hill, some technical single trail and a lot of small gradients that sap your strength. I knew what was coming and was able to persuade my mind that my body was up the task, this was probably a tad optimistic but I remember what Goggins said about when you think you are totally done you are really only 40% of your actual available reserves. ( He probably used a few more F-bombs than that ! https://davidgoggins.com/ ) So with Goggins as my co-pilot I started to move through the field and push for the finish line.
I managed to finish in just under four hours and ten minutes for 22nd overall , 3rd in my age group and 4th female. (Disappointing not to make the podium but the beard always gives it away !) Given my training I was more than happy with the time and position and I had some great tussles along the way with good friends and new friends alike, thanks Ben and Chris for keeping me honest. As I said many times running is an honest sport, put in the hard yards and you’ll more often than not get your reward. I was missing my long trail runs and eventually I had to slow my pace to allow for this or risk blowing up early. Even though I didn’t get the finish time I had hoped for (my plan A) I had dug deep and got a good plan B time, actually this seems to be a recurring theme lately ? This tells me I need to go and hit the trails and run longer , more, not a bad situation to be in, just got to persuade No1 Wife this is the way forward.
Even managed to catch up with my good friend Jamal, who is probably the worst race pacer on the planet and although he knew he was under done always goes out far too fast and pays the piper on the second half. Caught him walking with less than 2k to go and we ran together to the finish. He let me nudge him out on the line but the sprint was for the crowd, trust me after a 47k trail run sprint finishes are not high on anybody’s agendas.
So that was it, 6 inch number #11 and one more to join the exclusive ‘foot long club‘ and earn my double spike trophy and also entry into the ‘foot long’ marquee. At the moment there are only two members, Jon (#13) and Nate (#15) , I’ll have my #12 in 2021 and we have big plans for the marquee and a plaques celebrating our longevity, I wonder if I can persuade Dave, the RD and Nate’s brother-in-law, to pay for it all ? For any runners in Oz, assuming the borders come down, you really need to come over and run this event it really is special. Make sure you come along and say g’day, you’ll find me in the ‘foot long marquee‘ ……..
When 6″ is not enough…..
As well as the 6 inch there is a tradition of runners running a 12″ version. This entails leaving the night before the event and running through the night to turn up at the start to then run back with the race. This was started by Simon Bonnick and has enticed a few runners over the years. Jon did the 12″ last year with Jimmy Brook and both then ran the Delirious West 200 miler, in the following February, with Jon winning and Jimmy claiming third. This year Jon wanted to up the ante and add another leg to the total, basically a 18″. He would leave at 4pm the day before the race, run from the start to the finish and then back to the start and return with race to the finish, a total of about 150k, give or take. I have video footage of the start below and also the point in the evening where he made it to the finish and picked up Rob, who was keen for a 12″ .
Unfortunately the boys got lost just before Goldmine Hill when they continued to follow the Mundi Bindi track rather than veer off down the hill to the start. This meant a 10k detour and by the time they go back to the start the race had left them and they were faced with an hour to make up. This proved too much and they both pulled the pin after Bart’s offered them a comfortable drive back to the finish in air conditioned heaven compared to another 50k run chasing the field. In truth Bart’s has alternative motives as he has run one more 6 inch than Jon and was injured so driving Jon back to the finish kept him one ahead, and bragging rights for another year. ! I’m sure the 18″ will be conquered next year , as long as Jon can avoid Bart’s and his offer of a lift !
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Next Sunday is the 15th running of the 6 inch ultra trail marathon, 46-48k , http://www.6inchtrailmarathon.com/ , (it varies depending on the trail condition and course changes?) of serious fun and so much better than Christmas shopping, actually anything is better than Christmas shopping truth be told, even Goldmine hill the seriously nasty 3k climb at the start of the race. Note to self when I’m halfway up that mother of a climb think to myself this hurts but nothing compared to the alternative ! (see previous sentence about Christmas shopping!) I think entries are still open so if you’re reading this and it’s pre December 19th get yourself an entry.
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I’ve written a few posts on this race over the years and have attached a few links here for your viewing pleasure.
https://www.runbkrun.com/2018/12/17/at-christmas-you-need-a-good-6-inch/
https://www.runbkrun.com/2018/12/17/middle-of-december-6-inch-time/
https://www.runbkrun.com/2016/12/19/sometimes-6-inches-is-enough/
https://www.runbkrun.com/2018/07/20/the-6-inch-is-coming-look-busy/
https://www.runbkrun.com/2019/12/03/look-busy-i-spy-a-trail-ultra/
Looking back on all those posts it just hits home how much fun the 6 inch trail ultra is and also the memories we have made together which are priceless, most of them involve some sort of mishap to Jon with Bart’s normally enjoying it more than most. At the moment Bart’s still has a faster finishing time than Jon and with Jon attempting the 18 inch this year that is unlikely to change. Yes you did read that right, Jon is going to attempt to start his race on the Saturday afternoon, run from the start to the finish and then return to the start just before the official start of the race and then run back with the racing pack. Thus running a 18 inch ! I mentioned this to Jon as a thing over coffee and muffins at our weekly Yelo morning run , as a throw away comment. As soon as I said it I could see Jon’s mind go into overdrive and it was on. He’ll probably end up running nearly 150km over the course of the weekend, with no stops of note due to time constraints and having to be back in Perth for the Sunday afternoon for his kids. ! Truth be told this has YouTube documentary written all over it but no one else is made enough to paly along and it’ll be totally self supported. His logic is it will be good training for the Delirious West 200 miler in February where he will attempt to go back-to-back wins. ( https://deliriouswest200miler.com.au/ )
Been watching some seriously good videos on You Tube this weekend.. check out this on on Ricky Gates as he runs unsupported across America, that’s over 3700 miles. Outstanding job Ricky, inspiring. Made me go out for a 10k run, also unsupported
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ciEqPZsOCs )
After this I was inspired enough to watch another running video on the Western States Ultra from 2010, what a battle. !
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zy1as6CTYXI )
Right, I’ll report back next weekend on the goings on but needless to say there will be some… can’t wait. Ho, Ho , Ho….
Well the Feral Pig Ultra well and truly kicked my backside. http://feralpigultra.com.au/ That about sums it up really. I probably underestimated the distance and the terrain. More the terrain really as I’ve ran longer this year, albeit on looped courses. The terrain is both beautiful, inspiring and brutal. I got through nearly 3,000 metres of elevation in my 132k but missed out on the last 1,000m ‘s of elevation in the 36k loop was was beyond me.
Looking back at this DNF it seems to be consistent with my other two major running failures, the 12hour Lighthorse last year and the Delirious 200 miler earlier this year. On all three occasions I under estimated what was involved and also mentally was not ready for the challenge. Driving to my lift to the race I was contemplating pulling out and even after registration, boarding the bus to the start line, I was still thinking of pulling the pin. In the end I made the two hour bus trip to the start and, at midnight, stood with 37 other runners looking into the dark bush.
The first 20k or so were at a good pace running with Nick , who had given me a lift to the start line. Nick had prepared meticulously where as I had done the distance but had spent no where near enough time on the trails, this was going to come back to bite me. I let Nick go around the 24k mark and slowed conserving energy for later in the race. Night time running is not my favourite past time and one of the positives I took from this race was the ability to run through the night, albeit just 5 hours as we started at midnight of course.
I came across another runner , obviously struggling, around the 30k mark . Darren had started quickly but injured his knee and we decided to run together , remember it was dark ! I ended up running the next 70k or so with Darren and we had such a laugh, two road runners out of their league. It turns out Darren was/is a gun triathlete and I had heard the name around the traps, we had a lot to talk about and time passed quickly. It was so lucky I had met Darren as the next 10k or there was some serious hills , when I say hills more like granite walls ! , to traverse. Without him I would have got lost, a lot ! When I said time passed quickly, distance did not. The track was certainly not runnable and we were happy enough to plod along , moving forward. Darren was about as excited about our situation as I was and when he hit the first aid station at 40k we both looked at the bus longingly, knowing that this was our last chance to DNF until we’d reach the Discovery Centre nearly 100k away. It was close, trust me, very close ! We were both in a very dark place way too early into a 100 miler and we knew it. Luckily we both decided to push on and I think then I made my decision that my race was now to get back to the start, the extra loop for the 100 mile distance I knew was beyond me. So off we went , up another granite wall !
I had worked out in my head that there were four more aid stations before the start line at the Discovery Centre. In between each aid station there was normally a hut , which would have water dropped off earlier. Thus there was between 8-10 ‘smaller’ races between either an aid station or a drink station. This was now my plan, leap frog each one of these to the start line, simple really. Although the distance sound do-able when you’re running if you walk 10k it can take hours and this soon became obvious. Darren’s knee was getting no better but now his ankle was also playing up, making running difficult. Add in fatigue and heat and you have the ultra runners favourite place to be, the pain box. Sometimes I think ultra runners do what they do to find out how much pain and distress they can take, not for the love of the sport. Maybe that’s the point, seems to work for David Goggins.
https://davidgoggins.com/ Think of Goggins as the Chuck Norris of the running world, google his quotes , he has some good ones !!!
At 65k I was certainly not thinking like David Goggins.. as the video link shows. https://vimeo.com/477961609
I did manage to get to the drinks stop , around 70k , before stumbling to the second aid station, Brookton Road, at 73k. I had packed some rice and chicken , for breakfast, but it turned into lunch. It was probably the best thing I ate all day, real food. A big lesson is I need more of this and will be looking at my diet for Delirious in February, probably getting my Dietitian Guru David Bryant on board. It was starting to heat up now but Darren and I found a second wind and we managed to run for 5-6k before once again settling down into a stroll. The next aid station, Mount Dale, was 13k away with a drinks stop in between, how difficult would that be ? As it turned out very difficult, the heat and terrain were starting to take their toll and the extra time between aid stations, because of the walking breaks, didn’t help. As I said earlier time may go quickly but distance drags. We got to Mount Dale worse for wear but in the back of my mind I could see the finish , at the start line. It was now less than a marathon away, even walking this was manageable and the terrain really was so awesome it made the suffering almost worth it.
The next video is me at 90k . https://vimeo.com/477103879
and another video at 96k https://vimeo.com/477111216
I think a video paints a thousand words… in the two above a very bleak picture.
Some footage here of ‘the three amigo’s ‘ destroying the course.. https://vimeo.com/477105799
Well maybe destroying is a bit optimistic but we’re moving in the right direction before Darren stops for a scenic break. Next footage is around the 100k mark https://vimeo.com/477117008 and I’m pretty well gone by then , before the final video is just before sunset. https://vimeo.com/477118081
That’s it for the videos , once it got dark I was too busy concentrating on staying upright to think about video footage. I’ll need to work on this for Delirious as most of the interesting footage happens when the sun goes down, somesay.
I made it back to the Discovery Centre, the start line, around 10pm Saturday evening, about 22 hours of running, walking etc. I had a second wind a few hours earlier and called my elected pacer , Adam, and asked him to join me at the start for the final 36k loop. Unfortunately since the phone call I had yet again fallen into a hole and by the time I reached him I was done. After some time contemplating life and looking at what was ahead I decided to pull the pin rather than walk for another 7 hours in the dark to finish. As I was walking away Shaun Kaesler, the owner of the USWA and inventor of all these races caught me and persuaded me to have a go. Well actually he told me to have a go at the loop. Anyhow we did move on past the start into the dark but straight away got lost and ended up taking over 15 minutes for the first kilometre. This did not bode well for the next 35 and I could see Adam wasn’t that impressed with the idea of walking around in the dark for 7 hours. He had come to pace me to the finish and assumed it would involve some running, silly boy. ! That was enough, we staggered back to the start line and embraced another glorious DNF.
So what were the lessons from this race ? Number one is to be better mentally and physically prepared. This race was not an end goal race but it still needed to be approached with the right mind set. Has it done me any good pre-Delirious ? I think so. I’ve learned I need to go into Delirious with a very positive mental attitude but also I need more trail running experience. If you want to race trails, you need to run trails, it’s a simple as that. As Rob remarked over lunch today I haven’t got the meatest legs but most road runners don’t , trails runners do. Their quads and calves are normally larger than road runners because of the constant ‘stepping’ motion while they run. Road runners, think Kenyans, the smaller and lighter the legs the better , to a point of course. There will be definition but not bulk. My quads have let me down and I know I need to spend some serious time squatting , which I will pre-Delirious.
I need to also run my own race. Throughout the Feral I was either running when I wanted to walk or walking when I wanted to run, due to company. I wasn’t confident enough to set out on my own for fear of getting lost but this ultimately was my undoing. On the flip side the company , in ultra’s, makes the racing so much more enjoyable so it’s a fine line getting this right. Finally I need to get the nutrition guru on board, David Brant, http://www.catalystdietitian.com.au/about.html , his insight got me through Birdies backyard Ultra so I’m confident he can help me for my 200 miler next February.
The Feral Pig has beaten me for 2020 but I’ll be back in 2021 and the end result will not be the same. The lessons I have learned will hopefully propel me to a sub 23 hour finish, that’s the goal. As with the Light Horse this year I’m always prepared to go back to my failures and try to put things right, otherwise what’s the point of failure ? Right I’m off to do a 1,000 squats……
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This weekend is redemption part#1 as I take on my first ever DNF , the Light Horse Ultra. ( http://lighthorseultra.com.au/race-information/ ) Last year I pulled out after 3 hours, a quarter of the way through the 12 hour event. I can think of many reasons why I did what I did but none make the DNF any easier to swallow, especially as it was my first. So what went wrong, basically I talked myself out of the event and gave myself too many reasons to stop rather than concentrating on a reason to continue. Running is a large part mental and the mind will always try and persuade you to stop, thus limiting the exposure to the pain of competitive running, be it a 400m lap or a multi-day ultra. Tim Noakes called this the Central Governor. ( Note: Please make sure you have a copy of ‘ the Lore of Running’ by Tim Noakes, it is the running equivalent of the Bible and every runner MUST have a copy. )
The text below is from Wikipedia so it must be true ?
The central governor is a proposed process in the brain that regulates exercise in regard to a neurally calculated safe exertion by the body. In particular, physical activity is controlled so that its intensity cannot threaten the body’s homeostasis by causing anoxic damage to the heart muscle. The central governor limits exercise by reducing the neural recruitment of muscle fibers. This reduced recruitment causes the sensation of fatigue. The existence of a central governor was suggested to explain fatigue after prolonged strenuous exercise in long-distance running and other endurance sports, but its ideas could also apply to other causes of exertion-induced fatigue.
The existence of a central governor was proposed by Tim Noakes in 1997, but a similar idea was suggested in 1924 by Archibald Hill.
In contrast to this idea is the one that fatigue is due to peripheral ‘limitation’ or ‘catastrophe’. In this view, regulation by fatigue occurs as a consequence of a failure of homeostasis directly in muscles.
The 1922 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine winner Archibald Hill proposed in 1924 that the heart was protected from anoxia in strenuous exercise by the existence of a governor.
The heart is able to regulate its output, to some extent, in accordance with the degree of saturation of the arterial blood … we suggest that, in the body (either in the heart muscle itself or in the nervous system), there is some mechanism which causes a slowing of the circulation as soon as a serious degree of unsaturation occurs, and vice versa. This mechanism would tend, to some degree, to act as a ‘governor’, maintaining a reasonably high degree of saturation of the blood: the breathing of a gas mixture rich in oxygen would produce a greater degree of saturation of the blood and so allow the output to increase until the ‘governor’ stopped it again. We realise the danger of a hypothesis partly suggested by teleological reasoning: in this case, however, we can see no other explanation of our experimental results
This hypothesis was disregarded and further research upon exercise fatigue was modeled in terms of it being due to a mechanical failure of the exercising muscles (“peripheral muscle fatigue”). This failure was caused either by an inadequate oxygen supply to the exercising muscles, lactic acid buildup, or total energy depletion in the exhausted muscles.
Tim Noakes, a professor of exercise and sports science at the University of Cape Town, in 1997 has renewed Hill’s argument on the basis of modern research.
In his approach, the power output by muscles during exercise is continuously adjusted in regard to calculations made by the brain in regard to a safe level of exertion. These neural calculations factor in earlier experience with strenuous exercise, the planning duration of the exercise, and the present metabolic state of the body. These brain models ensure that body homeostasis is protected, and an emergency reserve margin is maintained. This neural control adjusts the number of activated skeletal muscle motor units, a control which is subjectively experienced as fatigue. This process, though occurring in the brain, is outside conscious control.
The rising perception of discomfort produced by exhausting exercise progressively reduces the conscious desire to over-ride this control mechanism, which, if it were to be reduced, would lead to the recruitment of more motor units. Thus the presence of conscious over-ride would be undesirable because it would increase or maintain the exercise intensity, thereby threatening homoeostasis … as exercise performance is centrally regulated by the CNS, then fatigue should no longer be considered a physical event but rather a sensation or emotion, separate from an overt physical manifestation—for example, the reduction in force output by the active muscles. Rather we now suggest that the physical manifestation of any increasing perception of fatigue may simply be an alteration in the subconsciously regulated pace at which the exercise is performed. Hence the novel suggestion is that the conventional understanding of fatigue is flawed because it makes no distinction between the sensation itself and the physical expression of that sensation which, we suggest, is the alteration in the subconsciously regulated pacing strategy consequent on changing motor unit recruitment/derecruitment by the CNS.
The Light Horse is free to current or former Armed Forces Personnel , to quote the organiser Shaun Kaesler
I’ve participated in some pretty special events. Some short, some over a week. One thing I can promise you, this September 12th & 13th, the Lighthorse Ultra will be the most touching, emotional, respectful and memorable weekend that will pass all those events before. So many people coming together to mark our respect. This is our way to honour. Our way to remember. Our way to never forget.
The event also raised funds for Run for Resilience , a charity created by my good friend Wayne McMurtrie ( https://www.run4resilience.org/donate ) What more of an excuse do you need to run this event ?
For me, last year at the Light Horse Ultra , at 3am in the morning my central governor offered me the chance to get into my car and drive home to a good night’s sleep. It was an offer too good to refuse ! I feel as you get older you get mentally stronger, which explains the take up of Ultra running for us older runners. There is a downside to this of course with the added time on your feet giving the Central Governor more time to get to work and try and persuade you to stop. In my defense this was the first time I had attempted a time rather than distance race and also such a long period of time. I wasn’t mentally prepared for the 12 hours and never got my head around the whole ‘time on feet, just keep moving forward’ approach.
After Birdy’s ultra this year I was able to finally run a 24 hour race and, more importantly , run through the night, where the race is won or lost. Running through the night is so harder than running on a beautiful day bathed in sunshine, funny that. I remember at Birdy’s as soon as the sun came up I was invigorated and all with the world was now right. All my fatigue virtually disappeared and my last laps were the quickest. What happened , I reckon, was I could see the end of the race (I have set myself a 24 hour finish) , thus the Central Governor started to turn off fatigue and let me enjoy my last few laps. If I hadn’t given myself a time limit and ran too exhaustion I feel my last few laps would have been a different story. I’ll hopefully find out next year at Birdys’, this time it will be run to DNF.
So 12 hours of fun this weekend, not really , I’m not one to shy away from a challenge and always enter the longest option so this weekend we’re going 24 hours. What could go wrong ? On the plus side it’s a 6pm start so I get the night over first and then can enjoy the second half. (Is that even a thing?) Last year it was midnight start so I was tired from the start , which made the 3pm DNF easy to embrace. A 6pm start is easier to digest, I hope ? If nothing else mentally I’m stronger with my Birdy’s experience and also the memory of last years DNF. I shall call on my experience from last year to get me through this one and also this post and the one next week talking up my glorious run ! I don’t want another DNF post, you, as my readers, would expect more !
If you bored this weekend you can probably get updates on the Facebook page ( https://www.facebook.com/groups/1030338320430987/ ) , feel free to sit through the whole 24 hours with me ? Now that would be an Ultra !
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This Furloughed Friday trail time was on the Bibbulmum Track . The Bibbulmun Track is one of the world’s great long distance trails, stretching 1000km from Kalamunda in the Perth Hills, to Albany on the south coast, winding through the heart of the scenic South West of Western Australia. ( https://www.bibbulmuntrack.org.au/ ) We planned a 30km run on some challenging single track including some serious climbs, with beautiful scenery. As you can see from the image below it was a great day for a trail run.
For this adventure I was accompanied by Adam, Jeff and Rob and we happily skipped off into the wilderness, excited about the trails we had ahead of us. The plan was to get Mundaring Dam and the infamous Golden View. This was a route I had run alone three months period and it just about destroyed me. I was hoping after 10 weeks of ‘furlough Fridays’ I would better prepared and easily ‘gobble up‘ this challenge. If nothing else it wasn’t raining which was a good start and starting earlier I wouldn’t be racing the sunset, which without a head torch is always stressful.
The video below shows some of the climb after the camel farm, it was great to run down this track but in the back of our minds we always knew it would be a different story on the way back. Funnily enough it wasn’t that bad coming back, which is unusual of course. It may have been we knew we were close to the finish and you can always find something when you can ‘smell the coffee‘ so to speak. (with pancakes of course.)
The lads halfway through the last climb, still with a few kilometres ahead of us, joy. Rob was struggling but as he was the designated driver, and had the car keys, he knew we’d never leave him ! He had missed a few Friday trail runs with injury and there’s no where to hide on the trail if you’re short of fitness, especially if your running buddies have been running trails weekly. Rob certainly knew better than to give me his car keys.
Lesson to self, when you’re tired and near the end of a three hour plus run , do not try and use a Go Pro, it never ends well and this video shows why ! Please excuse the language at the end. This was my second stack of the day and something I need to wo rk on with the Irrational South ( http://irrationalsouth200miler.com.au/ ) and Delirious West ( http://deliriouswest200miler.com.au/ ) races coming up, both 200 Miler’s with plenty of opportunity to spend time ‘eating dirt’ ! The last time , and only time, I attempted a 200 miler earlier in the year I was eventually undone by too much time horizontal on the ground with quads seized solid. Rookie error really with poor hydration and nutrition choices leaving me totally empty of fuel, resulting in legs that just couldn’t run or lift high enough to avoid the roots and rocks you find running trails. There was also my lack of preparation and missing mental toughness that all culminated in a DNF. No worries, I’ve learned my lesson and will be better prepared in October this year. (Assuming I can get over the border to Western Australia after the event ?)
From a Core Running article :- ( https://www.corerunning.com/trail-running-best-exercise-for-health/ )Climbing mountains will build strength in the legs but it’s actually the downhill running that will do more for strength than uphill running. When running downhill runners can experience forces up to five times their body weight with each footstep. Running on level ground or going uphill the forces are “only” two to three times body weight.
Downhill running also involves eccentric loading of the leg muscles particularly the quads (thighs). This means the muscle is lengthening as it’s contracting. Eccentric contraction cause more muscle damage than regular contractions thus signalling the body to become stronger.
In effect, trail running provides better strength training benefits for the legs compared to road running.
Trail running also challenges coordination, agility and balance more so than running on roads, especially if running on technical trails full of rocks, roots and uneven terrain. Avoiding falls, negotiating steep slopes, cutting around sharp corners and landing on unstable surfaces all help build athleticism in trail runners.
This is the category where trail running really excels when compared to other forms of exercise. “Green” exercise or working out in the outdoors offers many benefits you can’t get in the gym. In our wired world full of electronic devices getting a run in nature is a great way to reduce the mental stress from being connected 24-7.
Here’s how trail running can help you beyond just physical fitness:
- Improve your mental health.
- Increase vitality, energy and positive engagement.
- Reduce tension, confusion, anger and depression.
- Provide greater enjoyment and satisfaction so you’re more likely to repeat the activity at a later date.
- Make you more creative.
Exercising in the outdoors also optimizes your circadian rhythm helping you sleep better. And getting a good night’s sleep on a consistent basis is a cornerstone of good health. Poor sleep habits can lead to a host of problems both physical and mental. (Not to mention that running up and down hills will tire you out enough to sleep well.)
For the first time since I started this blog I didn’t write a post for a calendar month. October 2019 was probably a low point in my running career highlighting in a 37:37 10k at the John Gilmour track last Friday evening. With Strava there’s no hiding from the truth and, looking back, I’d ran the John Gilmour 10k twice previously. The first time was in 2015, two weeks after the Rottnest marathon, but I still ran a respectable 35:34 minutes, the second time , 2017, I managed to snare a podium finish with a third place 36:01 minutes. On this occasion I was trying to break 35 minutes but couldn’t hold it together for the final 5k. On Friday I was aiming for around the 37 minute mark and eventually stumbled home in 37:37. To add insult to injury Steve ‘Twinkle Toes‘ McKean ran past me on the last bend, a perfect end to a perfect night , not !
As you can see from the splits below I managed to hang on for first 5k but then started a downward spiral to half marathon pace, which is fine in a half marathon but not in a 10k. On the bright side I faired a tad better than Jon ‘the Kingsley bullet” Pendse who blew a head gasket with three kilometres to go and crawled home at nearly 5min/k pace. That being said he had ran , and won , a 50k race five days earlier and a won a marathon a few weeks before that. It goes to prove eventually the piper comes calling and ,when he does, sometimes the price you pay is painful. !
As I crawled off the track I reminded myself that I have said many times a 10k is one of the hardest races as , in my opinion, you normally go out at 5k pace and feel great for 5k, the fly in your ointment of course is theres still 5k to go when you find you have am empty tank. Trust me people 5k , with am empty tank, takes an eternity ! In a 5k the worst case scenario you’d only have a few kilometres to run on empty. In a half and a marathon you’re normally more reserved as you respect the distance but for some reason the 10k doesn’t have that fear factor until you’re 5k in and prying for a quick and painless death.
Mentally this race came a bit early after my man-flu a few months ago. After blood tests, urine tests and even a stress echocardiogram , I wasn’t ready for a 10k track race but needed one more race finish to complete my 7 nominated races for the West Australian Marathon Club age group award. Rather than risk waiting any longer the track seemed the ideal time to complete my racing year. I knew I was in pretty poor form with no speed work for months but decided if I could just complete in 36-37 minutes it would be job done. The first few kilometres tucked in behind Jon were painless enough but once Jon stepped up I was content to cruise for as long as possible. My good friend Luke Munro ran past me around 4k and he was aiming for the same time as me so I tried to hang on but he eventually left me. After that it was round and round in circles in every increasing times , 25 times for a 10k . Many times I contemplated stopping but with each lap the end was nearing and I was content looking at the bigger picture, the age group win.
One of the benefits of track racing, I use the word benefit loosely, is you get lapped by the leaders and realise how fast they really are travelling as they go past you like you’re standing still. The winner on the night, Gerry Hill, ran 31 minutes so lapped me at least 4 times, just what you need when you’re struggling of course. Its amazing how quickly your Mr.Hill runs as he cruises past around 3:05min/k pace.
Right, so what’s behind my slide down the running pecking order in sunny Perth. One thing really, and one thing only, time on feet, or lack off. I just haven’t been running as much as I use to. Of course there have been a number of reasons for my decline in distance, namely moving house three times in the last 2 years, two bad cases of man-flu, two bad injuries and a general feeling of fatigue culminating in more time thinking about running than actually running ! I’ve mentioned all of these a number of times but if you need solid proof then our old friend Strava has the stats. (You are on Strava? … http://www.strava.com ) As you can see from the graphic below I had a good block of training leading up to the City to Surf marathon (end of August) but was then undone by man-flu which put me on a downward spiral for a few months. I managed to start training again middle of September but this has been sporadic at best and my weekend training has been non-existent. On the bright side I have been exercising more week by week and this has been helped by my time on the Giant Prelude bike commuting to work. I must admit to enjoying being cocooned in lycra on my morning and afternoon rides but justify this as cross training (and cross dressing!) and, as such , acceptable. It starts to become a problem if you find yourself clip-clopping around a cafe, dressed in sweaty lycra , ordering skinny, frothy frappacino’s !
The graphic below from Strava shows how each week I’m improving , albeit slowly , but it also highlights my lack of activities on the weekend which I need to address quickly. The numbers are certainly nothing like the 140-160k a week I use to regularly knock out in 2016-2017 and this explains my performance , add in a few extra years and kilo’s and everything becomes clear. The secret to running is consistency and as you can see, lately, it just hasn’t been there enough. So what’s the way forward. It’s three fold really, First I need to ramp up the kilometres to at least 100k a week , week in week out , for a 10 week block. Next lose at least 4-5kgs of weight. (don’t mention this to no1 Wife , she’s not a fan of my ‘prison of war on hunger strike‘ look?) , finally add some speed work on a weekly basis. There is a place for the Maffetone and Fitzgerald techniques advocating distance over all else but eventually you need to add the cream to the cake and add pace. This is another reason I put myself through the grinder last Friday, I needed to feel the pain that only a 10k race gives you.
Is running that simple, distance, weight and pace; well really, yes it is. I’m sorry if all of the coaches out there suddenly realise I’ve summed up the sport in less than one sentence but their job is more motivational and keeping runners to a plan, the secret is no secret really. If you want to look at this in practive you need to look no further than my good friend Jon Pendse. Jon, this year , has been nothing short of a revelation. Running Australia record times for the 12 hour, winning marathons and ultras weeks apart, smashing his 5k park run PB weekly and still hitting 160k a week totals, week in , week out. Of course the distraction of a Wife has been jettisoned with his first divorce and this has turbo-charged his training. Maybe I should ‘ single life‘ as another secret to improving your running; albeit a costly price to pay as you get to my age ! Another big reason Jon puts his improvement down to is weight loss. The old Jon, or Mr.Squishy as his Son called him, was always carrying a bit of extra padding around the mid-rift, this has been eradicated as he now looks like a jockey with an eating disorder . I’ve mentioned this before but Jon really is living the dream at the moment and he puts a large part of this down to his diet, which surprising avoids too many carbs. I’m not going to get into the diet thing in this post but I will say Kenyans eat carbs and a lot of carbs, that is all.
Today was another day of not running and yet again I had good intentions but got side tracked. Ended up walking the dogs to the local shops after spending the afternoon at the local pool with my eldest daughter. The morning was a write off after a long lay in, leaving my bed around 10am!, and then walking the dogs as I knew I was out with no1 daughter to the pool in the afternoon. Late afternoon was spent skateboarding with my youngest daughter (no3) and then onto the laptop for some work that needed looking at before Monday. All in all a busy day and I now type this post while waiting for my current Wife (no1) to cook me scrambled eggs on toast. Once this is taken care of it’ll be too late for a run and, voila, another day with no running .
That last paragraph was Saturday and I managed to repeat the process for Sunday. Today was about walking the dogs again, twice, dropping no2 Daughter into Perth, sneaking in work for a couple of hours and then returning to Perth to pick up no2 daughter. A quick trip to Yelo for a coffee and muffin and the day is gone. It’s amazing how the day can disappear. I’m sure I’ve written posts on making time for running in-between life’s demands but I seem to have lost the knack lately.
In my defence I am still recovering from Man-flu, which as every man knows it potentially life threatening, so I shouldn’t be too hard on myself surely? Could I have got up early and ran, definitely, did I, no. This ,it seems , is the problem. For that last few years I have always been an early riser and have seen the sunrise on hundreds of occasions and each time was as enjoyable as the last but for some reason this year I just haven’t had the motivation. There must have been two or three posts on losing my mojo this year alone and, even now, I’m struggling. I’m partly putting this down to man-flu as I was so keen to kick-on after the City to Surf and run a quicker time at the Perth Running Festival (PRF) ( https://perthrunningfestival.com.au ) As this is now not going to happen I’m considering binning the PRF completely and concentrating on the 6 inch trail ultra in December. A lot will depend on how I go this week. If I can run 100k for the week, and not feel too fatigued, Perth Running Festival could be on, if not I’m happy enough to concentrate on the 6 inch.
Is two sub3 marathons enough for 2019? Probably not, I do need to sneak in another one but timing is everything and there’s not too much around early November if I miss the PRF. I found a marathon over in NSW which fits the bill on the 17th November ( https://www.jervisbaymarathon.com/athletes/event-info/ ) but its a fair way to travel ?
On a different note my mate Zac sent me this image, see below, yesterday. It seems me and my mate Geoffa made the top 10 Melbourne Marathons in 2010. We were both representing Western Australia in the National Marathon Championships. What this really meant is no one else wanted to go and we were going anyway so it was money towards flights and free accomodation with the other runners, and the invited Kenyans. It also meant getting changed in the MCG with the elite runners and starting at the front of the 7000+ field. As you can see in the photo below for a few hundred metres I was in the lead and consider my early pacing , albeit for 100 metres, pivotal to Japhet Kipkorir breaking the course record. Unfortunately at the finish line I was nowhere near Japhet as I had sacrificed my race for his record, or something like that. I have raced Melbourne four times and PB’d every time so if you are ever in Australia around early October I highly recommend it. ( http://melbournemarathon.com.au/events/ )
Starting at the front helps and one year I did make a big effort to try and get to the 1k marker in the lead. I think I got to around 800m’s before realising I had left the field way behind me and all of a sudden I was the one idiot runner you sometimes see at the start of marathons. I could see the cameraman on the BMW bike pointing the camera right at me and I wondered what the controller was screaming at him at that point in time? Probably ‘ignore the bald guy with a beard at the front’ !! Lesson learned, I slowed and let the lead pack run past and sneaked back into the pack, my tail between my legs. We still joke about Geoffa’s what skins and how they embarrassed a state , needless to say I don’t think white skins are available in 2019, luckily !
Training wise I’m glad to say that finally I did go for a run. (Monday) Albeit not quite 10k , I managed 9.3k and finished in a reasonable state. 5:13min/k average is the best I’ve managed for a few weeks so I’ll take the positive from the run but nowhere need the 4:10min/k average I need for 42.2k in less than three weeks. The Perth Running Festival will be a challenge and I’m putting my sub3 streak on the line. On the bight side the T-train is driving the bus so it will finish sub 3 guaranteed , just need to make sure I’m still on it ! Talking of bus driving perhaps the worse ‘bus driver’ is certainly Jon Pendse. He had arranged to take Jeff and Big Paul to a sub 1:30 half marathon many years ago and sped off at sub 3:45min/k pace. All bus occupants were jettisoned before it even left the car park, epic bus fail ! Last year there was a similar story for the sub3 bus at the Perth Marathon. I had positioned myself about 300m’s from the finish (I was injured) and when the sub3 bus came into view , they were dawdling with very little time to make the final few hundred metres. I made it known in no uncertain times they needed to get a wiggle on and they all looked shocked as they thought it was in the bag. Not so it seems and Mike just made it under the 3 hour mark, while the back of the bus missed out and Jon also miscalculated, missing out by a few seconds. In Jon’s defence I think he has ran 3hours and xx seconds at least 8 times over his career, it’s a talent apparently?
Bit of a mixed bag today, I’m running albeit very slowly and the Perth Running Festival is coming. This will be an interesting few weeks but that’s the point isn’t it, you play with the cards you are dealt and hope you can bluff your way to a win, what could possibly go wrong ?
I’ve been very quiet on the blogging front and, truth be told , I’m still suffering from my first DNF at the Light Horse 12 hour race at then end of May. Since then I’ve only been to the keyboard twice, most unlike me. So what have I been doing for the last 4-6 weeks ?
Luckily I had the Rottnest Marathon to prepare for. This is without doubt one of the most idyllic , beautiful and brutal marathons in the West Australian Calendar. I have run this bad boy eleven times and managed to sub3 on six occasions. (The last 6 funnily enough). Over the years I been at the pointy end of the race many times and ran second on two occasions, as well as all positions upwards to 7th and a few other top 10 finishes. In my defence it’s normally a small field of less than two hundred runners as marathon runners are not big fan of hills and at Rottnest there’s four, that’s four per lap of course and there’s four laps, you get the picture!
One of the main reasons for Rottnest this year, bar a confidence booster ahead of the 2019 marathon season (which would include the Perth City to Surf Marathon for the 10th time and the Perth ‘Running Festival’ (ex-Perth Marathon) for the 13th time) , was also to take the record for the number of sub three marathon times on the Island. Currently I share this with Mark Page, both having run sub3 six times, this was to be my seventh. So the goal was a 7th sub3, age group win and the cherry on the cake would be a top 5 finish.
Jon had organised accommodation and I was staying with his family, minus his ex-Wife, the T-train and the mighty TB; that’s trailblazer not Thomas Bruins. (Although Thomas Bruins is mighty but there’s really only one TB, the one, and only, original Trail Blazer, Jon Phillips) There was the obligatory pasta meal, pre-race, cooked by Jon this year due to his ex-Wife not being invited on the trip. In Karen’s absence Jon did a good job so I feel her days are numbered, actually they are well and truly finished!
The first lap was controlled with a big group of runners settling into a sub 3 bus and moving along comfortably at around 4:10min/k pace, faster in places when gradient allowed and slower when faced with the hills. For the first lap we went through averaging 4:06min/k, right on track. We had splintered into a group of five runners by this point with Tony, and two other runners, leaving the pack to go on and finish in the top 5.
On a side note I must add that this was without doubt the best conditions we had ever encountered at Rottnest. Moving the race from its usual October slot, which is spring in sunny Perth, so normally a tad warm, was certainly justified. The sun rising as we moved along the causeway, between the salt lakes, is an image that will go with me to the grave, it was inspiring. One of those ‘wish I had a camera moments‘, I can only hope someone did have an iPhone and took a photo because it was biblical. Normally there’s a howling wind with ‘foam balls ‘ rolling towards you, not today, it was perfect. If we weren’t racing me and Jon would have stopped for a hug ! Right, I digress…..
The second lap was similar to the first with the pack dropping down to four and Jon pushing the pace through the start line onto lap three. Again we were right on time still averaging 4:06min/k, maybe not as comfortable as last one but still nowhere near the ‘red zone‘, yet. Now if you race Rottnest you know that lap one is comfortable and you breath in the scenery and the occasion. Lap two and things are normally heating up , literally, and you’re not so bothered with the scenery just the concrete road infront of you. By lap three you are well and truly over Rottnest, big time, and dream of long, flat, courses . Lap three is what makes or breaks you at Rotto. Survive and you tee yourself up for a great Rotto, fall apart and that last lap can last a very, very long time.
On this occasion I was lucky enough to find another gear and my third lap was my fastest. I jettisoned the last two members of the sub 3 bus and was now alone with my thoughts , the bus had become more of a personalised Uber ride ? I knew I was outside the top 5 so concentrated on my sub3 finish, my primary goal. I had 3-5 minutes up my sleeve but knew I would be paying the piper sometime very soon, both figuratively and literally . My fears were realised at around the 35k mark where the legs decided they had had enough for the day and started to misbehave. I probably dropped two minutes over the last 5k which cost me a sub 2:55 finish and a top 5 placing.
As I crawled up the last few hills I was handed a gold coin which you then have to hand to the pipe a few hundred metres up the road, this is a WAMC tradition and one I always look forward. Paying the piper means you have less than 4k to the finish and, with my experience, there’s no way I ain’t finishing that close, it’s just a case of what state I’ll be in. A top 5 finish was there if I could have kept my pace for the final 5-6k but today I was just beaten by the hills. I predicted somewhere around 2:55 so two minutes over was acceptable. I had gone through half way in 1:27:30 so a positive split off less than three minutes , on Rottnest , is just about perfect pacing.
So, after paying the piper, I held it together to finish just under two hours and fifty eight minutes with a 4:10min/k average. (The course measured 42.7k on Strava http://www.strava.com. so the average reflects that.) Mission accomplished, sub three number seven on Rotto, 31 overall , and my sub streak moves to 28 in a row, a perfect day really. To say I was stoked is an understatement. This may have been my 44th marathon but given the last two years of injury it meant as much as my first in 2003. Overall I had ran a ‘controlled’ race with only the last 5 kilometres between me and a perfect finish. I’m not too overly bothered about dropping the ball , slightly , over the last 30 minutes as I’m sure with more training I’ll get my finishing kick back. Remember ‘distance unlocks your running dreams‘ and I just need to run more, simple really.
So lessons learnt for all you sub3 runners.
- Do the hard yards first, and that means distance and plenty of it. Research Phil Maffetone (the running bit and the diet if you can stomach a diet with very little carbs, initially?) , Arthur Lydiard and Matt Fitzgerald. Theses three preach the distance is king mantle before adding the turbo charger that is pace before finally fine tuning to your chosen event.
- Indicator races are a valuable source of confidence. Coming into Rottnest I had ran 10 three times in 2019 , each time faster than the previous. I managed a 36:17, 35:55 and 35:38 in the weeks leading up to the marathon and these times gave me the confidence that I could sub3, even on a hilly course. Add in a 1:22 and a 1:19 in my two half marathons this year and I knew I could go out at 4:10min/k pace comfortably.
- Trust in your training. If you’ve done the hard work you will get the reward. There is no secret to doing well at races, it really is about putting the work in, with your training, for the pay back with a bib on your chest. No surprises. This is another mantra I live by and I use sometimes when I am deep in the pain box, questioning the way forward.
- The race is your time to shine, don’t be afraid of it but instead embrace it. The final part of your training is the race itself and this is where all that hard work pays off. The final 42.2km’s of any 12 week training program should be the most enjoyable. This is when the previous 12 weeks of hard work is suddenly worth the price you pay, sacrificing your social life, family life and work life. The race itself is pay back for all of this, enjoy it. !
- After you finish and achieve one goal, start on the next. Without a goal we become joggers and start saying things like ‘ I don’t run with a watch, I run by feel’, ‘I just run because it makes me happy’; you’ll be hugging trees next. We run to challenge ourselves to be a better person today than we were yesterday, and even better tomorrow. The only person we are really racing is ourselves and you need to continually work to better the old you , or get as close as you can to the old you as Father Time starts to add seconds to your race times and pace.
- Search the runbkrun website for my Golden Rules. These are my nuggets of information that will help you bring down your times. Not real surprises here but just good old fashioned advice from someone who knows, or at least thinks they do ?
After the obligatory warm shower it was off to the pub for the awards ceremony, I told you Rottnest was a magical place. After being presented with my 50-59 age group medal by my good friend Visna Jareb it was onto another one of my goals for the weekend, to drink the pub dry of Guinness. This sounds a lot harder than it actually is as the sub only serves Guinness in cans and one year there was only five and I managed to drink them all, hence the street goal every year since. This year I saw there was eight cans so had to get my good mates Zac and Steve ‘Twinkle toes’ McKean in to help me. I put in a good effort by demolishing three cans but that was me done. I staggered down to the 4:30pm ferry and back to the mainland I went. Bye bye Rottnest, as always it was a blast and I’ll see you in 2020….
Last weekend was the Bridges 10k where I managed to win my age group with a respectable finishing time of 35:55, albeit a minute slower than last year. The field was loaded this year , where as last year I was 8th , this year I was 33rd and well and truly beaten by two women. In my defence the two women that beat me are on the cusp of Commonwealth or even Olympic call up’s so I’m ok with it . Anyhow as you can see in the photo I was certainly enjoying the first 100 metres , sharing jokes with my fellow competitors and looking forward to what lay ahead. Not my normal scalded cat start (please note the correct spelling of scalded after many “scoulded cats” in previous posts …..) , can you teach an old runner new tricks ?
Of course it was a different picture a kilometre or two later as I moved backwards down the field at a rapid rate of knots. Initially it was nice to run in a pack of runners but I spat out the back pretty quickly and it was time to open the pain box, jump in, lock the door behind me and assume the foetal position ! Got to love racing ! I managed to hold position from about 4k onwards and even pegged a few back in the second half so all in all a great day racing. Of course it was painful and of course you ask yourself why you do it but as soon as you finish and you have that medal in your hand all is forgotten.
This weekend I get to enjoy the experience again as I’m racing the Joondalup half marathon. I actually prefer a half to a 10k as you can ease into the race and it’s not all at threshold, there may even be a small amount of fun involved in a half, maybe ? I’ve raced Joondalup many times and always enjoyed the run as it’s a lap of the lake with a small loop to start to make the distance. No hills , bar a nasty rise at the finish, so it’s pretty quick. Predicted time would be around the 80 minutes which would be my slowest time but I’m still recovering from injury and it just takes time. The most important thing is I’m actually looking forward to the race with the pressure of a finishing time not as prevalent as normal. That’s not to say I’ll be giving it my all, if there’s a bib on my chest then it’s on for young and old… (I may have said that a few times ….)
So how can you stay motivated as you ease into back into the pack , assuming you are on the wrong side of forty. The answer of course is age groups. For the bridges in the 50-59 age group there was nearly 100 runners and it was my number one goal to be the first 50-59 runner over that finish line. This would then give me another medal and a voucher for another bag (to add to the 10 or more I already have?) Of course it’s not the medal or bag that’s really important , it’s the bragging rights as the 2nd and 3rd place runners were my good friends, a force competitors, Steve ‘Twinkle Toes’ McKean and Stephen ‘ the Surge’ Stockwell. In their defence I think both are either recovering from injury or nursing an injury but I’ll take the win.
Another way to level the racing playing field as we get older is to add distance to the mix. Anything less than a marathon and I’m starting to move back to the pack but I still reckon I got a few years in the ultra world closer to the front. To this end I’ve entered the Lighthouse Ultra 12 hour race http://lighthorseultra.com.au (my first) , the Wild Goose three days trail ultra http://wildgoosechaseultra.com.au (my first) and of course the 200 mile Delirious West Ultra http://deliriouswest200miler.com.au (my first) . These three events will certainly test my theory. The only fly in the ointment of course is my infamous lack of navigational trail running skills. As my mate Zac Jeps once famously said “You know you’re lost when Kevin Matthews says ‘I know where we are”…?” I’m hoping the GPX files that are available are accurate otherwise my blogging days may be over!
There is also the small issue with elevation. Apparently these trail runners like their elevation, something us concrete hugging show ponies normally avoid. Lets face it there’s a reason that the Boston Marathon is so popular anD of the big 6 marathons most , if not all, are virtually flat. Marathon runners don’t like elevation, trail runners are the complete opposite, they crave elevation.! I’m pretty confident I can survive in both worlds due to basic cardio fitness and the stubbornness of a long time runner who hates nothing more than the thought of slowing, or worse, walking! Of course I expect to do some walking over the three events I’ve entered but I steadfastly refuse to take poles along, sorry people but I’m a runner who may be forced to walk (quickly) because of distance , but I ain’t a skier and there will be no poles unless there is snow . Why do I get the sense I’m going to regret that last statement ? Maybe I’ll make my partner in crime , Jon ‘Tinder’ Pendse, bring along some poles and if we need them I can just ‘borrow them from him‘ (when he’s not looking?)
All joking aside I do need to start to think seriously about the Wild Goose in June as it’s a three day event starting with a 18k hill run on Friday (see, elevation!), a 106k hilly 2 lap loop Saturday and then a 53k version Sunday, 1 lap. That’s a lot of distance plus a lot of hills and some serious navigation. Just writing that I’m starting to get nervous !
Other news last weekend was Jon running another sub three at Bunbury for a 5th place finish , I think that was 11th Bunbury marathon in a row , and the T-train getting derailed with 800m’s to go to the finish of the Bunbury 50k while leading the race. ( https://www.tonysmithruncoaching.com ) Another Northern Suburbs Coach , Ray Orchison ( https://runetics.com.au ) ran over the top of the T-train after giving him over 9 minutes earlier in the race. Tone was going for his third victory in this event but even trains get derailed once in a while. In his defence Tony had gone out chasing a huge time and went though the marathon distance less than a minute slower than his PB time, a time that would have got him a podium finish in the main event. After that unfortunately it all went horribly wrong and that just serves to show us mortals even the greats of running can have a bad day at the office. Steve Prefontaine sums it up beautifully ….
After the Darlington half last weekend I was buoyed and ready for another race to continue my comeback from the year from hell that was 2018. Seven months of no speed work what so ever had certainly taken it’s toll but the Elliptigo commuting ( http://www.elliptigo.com ) had kept my aerobic fitness and running around like a headless chicken in Kings Park has also helped, albeit on trails and as slow as Jon Pendse running Darlington with a hangover!
Rocking up to the start of the Peninsula I decided that, unlike last year when I set off like a scolded cat, this year I would try and hang onto the leaders and work my way into the race, hoping the time on the Elliptigo would give me enough cardio base to finish strong. I had tried this at the Point Walter 16k last year and it seemed to work, from what I remembered. Looking at the splits below it does look like we went out too fast but at the start of the race I was running within myself and I’m surprised the first kilometre was so fast. There was a 5k runner taking point but it was obvious he was not in the longer race, so ignored. At about the 2k mark the different race distance part ways and I was disappointed to see three runners ahead of me take a right turn indicating they were racing the 10k like myself. That put me in my least favourite position, 4th, the first person to win nothing (assuming the top 3 get medals , which in this case they do.) Worse still one of the runners ahead was a 12 year old running prodigy and who had never beaten me and I had boasted to the boys on many occasions that no runner less than 13 would ever beat me, was today going to be the day I ate my words, again !
Right, 3k in and fourth position, nestled a 100m’s or so behind the leading pack of three runners. Things took a turn for the worst when another runner over took me and I was relegated to 5th place, with the thoughts of a medal disappearing fast. It was at this point I decided to roll the dice on my fitness and put in three fast kilometres to try and get back into medal contention. The game plan was to establish a buffer for the last 2k which would be used to hang on to 3rd place. Digging in from the fifth to the seventh kilometre achieved this and I was confident the gap was enough, assuming I didn’t blow a gasket, to get me to the podium.
As it turned out the plan worked perfectly and the last two kilometres , although still very ‘trying‘ (and that’s putting it nicely), were do-able and there was no time blow-out as such. That’s not to say it was easy and that is the point of this post.
What is the best way to run a good 10k ? First of all I believe you need to either race quite a few 10k races, on a regular basis, to nail them or in training put yourself in the 10k ‘pain box‘ once a week and continually improve your time. This could mean starting 2-4 minutes outside your PB time but getting to within a minute in training, once a week, on tired legs. Thus when you get on your racing shoes (I assume you’ll have the Nike Vaproflys 4% ?) and you’re rested , together with the racing mentality of a bib on your chest or training chip on your shoe. you can produce the time you need. As with all things running experience and practice play such an important role. The more you run 10k the better you will become at running 10k, it really isn’t rocket science. (I’ve lost track of the number of times I have said that .) This , of course, goes for all distances.
Looking at my ‘regressive’ splits above you’d be right in thinking that today was probably not the best way to run a 10k but I was more interested in the medal, not the time. At 52 years old my days of getting on the podium are probably limited and I treat every time now as the possibility it may be my last, especially at the shorter distances. Today I worked very hard to get that third place but I was always have that reminder in my medal collection and it will bring back all the happy(?) memories of the race. (Well I enjoyed the last 100m’s ?)
You can break a 10k down into three stages, the first 1-5k you should be able to maintain your desired pace, if you can’t the second 5k ain’t going to be pretty. The hardest part of the 10k is then upon you, maintaining your race pace through kilometres 6-8k, this is where the 10k is won or lost in relation to reaching your required time. The last 2k you can normally find something and the mind will release the last bit of energy left to get the job done, bye bye fatigue , hello ‘sprint to the finish’ and vow never to do this again. !
Why is the 10k so hard ? A 5k is a hard race but worst case scenario, you won’t hit the wall until 3k so only have to hang on for the final 2k. In the 10k this can be double that distance. So many runners set of , full of beans, at their 5k pace. The one problem with 5k pace is at 5k you suddenly realise why it’s 5k pace. Your body reminds the mind that 5k pace is good for, well, 5k ? Not surprise there, leaving you with maybe 1-2 kilometres to digest this information from body to brain and then unfortunately four kilometres to reflect on your mistake , deep, deep in the pain box. To compound your mistake your body starts to remind your mind that its time to shut down vital bits to survive your earlier exuberance, starting with your legs , lungs and eventually mind. Trust me it ain’t pretty.
Is a 10k harder than a half marathon ? Yes, because for a half you’re a tad more sensible. No 5k pace for a half and also no 10k pace because a half isn just too long to fall apart before half way. The same for a full marathon, these are planned and people are usually sensible enough to set a goal pace and stick to it, at least for the first half of the race. Of course the marathon is a 10k race in itself , albeit with a 32k warm up ! Anyhow the half and full lend themselves to sensible pacing.
So whats the answer to run a good 10k ? As I said earlier practice and this can be either run a 10k race once a month or try and run within 1-2 minutes of your 10k PB once a week. Another option is running a park run every Saturday because if you can get to the end of a 5k and still feel fresh you can certainly last a few more kilometres before hitting the wall. Also if you can get to 8k you can always find something for the last 2k, surely ?
