24 hour redemption ultra.

This is the second post detailing my attempt to redeem myself from my first DNF last April at the 12 hour Light Horse Ultra. (It’s worth reading this post first..  https://www.runbkrun.com/2020/09/09/time-to-go-long-on-a-very-short-course/ ) To add spice to the occasion I upgraded two weeks out from the 12 hour to the 24 hour on the back of a great run at the Birdy’s backyard Ultra ( https://www.runbkrun.com/2020/08/16/most-fun-you-will-ever-have-in-running-gear/ ) Sounds like a logical thing to do but you need to factor in a nasty achilles tear limiting my training,  pre-event. As I always said logic does not come into a runners brain, ever ! Worse, an injured runner has more time on their hands and what’s the first thing they do, look for more events to enter, it’s a curse!

 

Lest we Forget, the Light Horse 24 Hour Ultra.

The event kicked off at 6pm and the plan was to run for 24 hours and finish at 6pm the following day. I had a few goals, as all ultra runners do which started with just being there at the finish (rather than scurrying off home in the dead of night like last year!) and then running a 100 mile total, with the ultimate goal being a 200 kilometre final distance (or better) I was as prepared as I could have been as the image below shows. I had my two bag of clothes including a sleeping bag, a small esky full of food, gu’s and drink and a cool bag with up and go milkshakes and various yoghurts. The largest bag was the reclining seat I used at Birdy’s , a life saver for the legs . With hindsight I had made the rookie error of selecting my youngest Daughter’s sleeping bag which was not built for the conditions I would face later than  evening. I could have also maybe packed a small two man tent (or a large RV with a comfortable bed!) as when I needed to have a ‘power nap‘ I would be unable to due to the fear of falling into unconsciousness and never waking back up because of the freezing conditions.  We will discuss this later in the post.

For a 24 hour race you need everything… including the Kitchen Sink !

The race director has started this event to honour the men and women who have given their lives serving for their Country and this year he out did himself with exhibitions and also volunteers on horseback performing during the race. An outstanding effort I must say. We were also privileged to be a part of a rendition of the Last Post as the sun set , the ‘hairs on the back of your neck’ stand up type event.

The Race Director did a great job of setting the scene.

 

So at 6pm we set off on what was to be my first of nearly 77 laps over the next 24 hours. I hadn’t really dialled in a race pace as such , it was to be a run at whatever pace I felt comfortable and adjust throughout the event. The most important thing was the hydration and nutrition as we all know an Ultra , of this duration, really is an eating and drinking competition with a bit of running thrown in ! It all comes down to it doesn’t matter how fast you are , if you run out of fuel you stop, ultra running is all about not running out of fuel , simple really.

Right to the race. The 2.5km loop itself is ran anti-clockwise for three hours and then we turn and run it clockwise, this is repeated 8 times. Funnily enough there was a difference and I preferred anti-clockwise. I moved along quite nicely for the first few hours concentrating on nutrition and stopping every two or three laps for a good feed. Given the distance I was hoping to achieve and the time I had up my sleeve these stops weren’t time critical but critical to me moving forward for the full 24 hours. I was probably stopping more times than I should have and maybe longer but I’d never ran 24 hours and it was better to still be running for the last few hours and make up time rather than hemorrhage it . In the back of my mind I had my Birdy’s experience where every 6.7k I was able to stop for 15-20 minutes. This made the final few laps at Birdy’s the fastest and I felt this format could work for the Light Horse.

I managed to stumble along until the witching hour, when you are at your weakest. For me it is the early morning when you have been running for 4-6 hours in the dark and you can’t see the morning light. This is when you are at your weakest and this is when the mental strength of running comes to the front. I was reminded of my previous post at this time, where I forecast a time when I would need my mental ‘Goggin’s’ strength, this was it.  I decided the best way forward was some serious massage gun time and then a power nap. This is where I nearly came undone. As I mentioned earlier I had brought my Daughter’s sleeping bag which was not built for the elements and temperature I was facing. I had planned for a 1-2 hour power nap but just ended up shivering, alone in the dark, at my lowest. Luckily I had foreseen this and made my Wife give me a lift to the start and then take the car home,  thus eliminating one exit point. This proved to be a good move as laying in that reclining chair , freezing, I would have found it so easy to take the easy option and bail, the same as last year. This year that option wasn’t there so I laid in my useless sleeping blanket wondering how long Uber would take if I could muster up the strength to stagger to the nearby road.

Whatever gets you through the night, in this case, a massage gun!

 

Trying to sleep and failing. The witching hours are lonely.

It got to about 3am , after 90 minutes of resting (and freezing) before I knew it was time to get running again and hopefully warm up or risk hyperthermia . So I left the comfort (?) of my reclining chair and off I went, into the dark. I couldn’t bring myself to shed my raincoat so ended up running in a thermal vest, running top, running jacket and a rain coat complete with a Georges beanie. I’d normally last about 10 seconds in this get-up but due to the freezing conditions I was able to run 3-4 laps before I needed to shed the rain coat. On the bright side I felt a lot better and actually managed to put in a few faster laps before the sun finally rose.  Trust me when the sun comes up all is suddenly good with the world…

The look on my face says it all. Suns up but the pain continues… the joy of ultra running ?

The only downside with the sun coming up of course if you have to start shedding clothes and look to keep cooler, rather than warmer. It was going to be a particularly warm spring day and a change of attire was called for. Bye bye thermal vest and beanie , hello singlet, short shorts and running cap. Initially the fresh morning temperatures were invigorating but that soon turned to annoying as the temperature rose, that’s running in Western Australia, you avoid the late mornings onwards due to the high temperatures. Another bonus at this time was the 12, 6, and 3 hour races starting. From a field of just over 70 for the big dance we were faced with another 250 or so runners, this made things more interesting as we all stumbled along the 2.5k loop together, some moving into the second half of their races but most just starting, full of life. This extra encouragement helped and I got my head down and just kept running. I never actually walked on the loop but my stops were becoming more frequent and longer and with the added incentive of company. I had managed to get through 12 hours and rack up around 98k which was behind schedule but I had ‘rested‘ for at least 3 hours of the 12 so was confident I could still hit the 200k total target.

With so many friends also now running the day passed pretty quickly but I was slowing and taking more breaks as we moved into the afternoon. After half way nutrition and hydration really become important as the body starts to eat all its fuel and you need to make sure to replace calories quickly. You can do this in various ways including real food like rice, pasta, bananas etc or carbo shots and gu’s and the like. Get this wrong and your race is over very quickly, remember what I said earlier ‘an ultra is an eating and drinking competition with running as a distraction’  . I have a pretty cast iron stomach , which is a must for an ultra runner, but I was starting to avoid the food I had planned to eat as I just couldn’t stomach it anymore.  I made sure I was hydrated though and used my supply of Maurten drinks to keep me going. I highly recommend Maurten products, they just work.  I was also lucky enough to be camped next to Jon who always brings enough for the whole race including so many drinking bottles I assumed they were communal. Jon remarked that each lap he saw his rubbish bin get fuller and his supplies deplete.

The sun started to heat things up but the beanie still felt good.

Early afternoon was probably my favourite part of the race where I had worked out the best way to keep moving at a reasonable pace while taking time to rehydrate and rest at the many rest stops. If I felt good I’d run past my chair, if I needed a break I’d sit down, ultra running is quite simple really, you’re either running or eating and drinking. I went through my next goal, the 100 miles, in a reasonable state and then this run became my longest run ever. Next target was 178k as this was the distance the early race leader, the legendary Michael Hooker, had blown his kidneys and  been forced to abandon after 14 hours. This would also put me top 5 male which was another one of my goals for the race, a top 5 finish.

Enjoying the sunshine, smiling on the outside,  hurting like hell on the inside !

There was aso another race going on with Jon catching me after he had gone home for a few hours sleep earlier in the night. He had complained of a bad knee and hit the wall to such an extent he had contemplated pulling out. Instead he went home and had three hours good sleep in an electric blanket heated bed, a refreshing shower and some breakfast before returning and running like he had just started.  I was two laps behind him when he left and probably 6-8 laps ahead when he came back. This became more and more important as runners ahead of me dropped out and I rose to the dizzy heights of second with three hours or so to go. Unfortunately I was unable to hold this position as,  although I was still running,  I was taking longer and longer breaks and my average pace was slowing, after 22 hours funny that ? In the end Jon got me with about 45 minutes to go and that was the last nail in the coffin. I managed one more lap to take out Shaun Kaeslers 190k,  24 hour record and I was done,  with about half an hour left. Final total 92.55k and third male, 5th overall.

The look of a runner being chased down!!

 

After over 23 hours and 192k I was done.

So what are the learnings from this race. It’s another tick in the box for my Delirious redemption training and also it’s a massive confidence booster as last year I DNF’d the 12 hour version of this race after three hours. To get to the same point this year , albeit at 7-8 hours in to the race,  and NOT go home was massive and add this to my Birdy’s finish I am more confident of doing well at Delirious in February next year.  Distance wise I could have done better but this was my first 24 hour race but looking at Strava (You do have Strava don’t you… http://www.strava.com ) I only ran for just less than 18 hours, (I had my Suunto on auto-pause so if I stopped running the watch would stop. )  That’s six hours of potential extra running time left out there. Next year I shall aim to take advantage of that extra time and break that 200k target.

Ultras test you and I mean test you. To quote Dean Karnazes ‘If you want to run a mile, run a mile. If you want to change your life, run a marathon. If you want to speak to God, run an ultra.’. In the image above I am making that call. ! On the plus side if you can keep running when every part of your body is telling you to stop it is an amazing achievement and one you can take forward into your everyday life. You can’t underestimate the power of mental toughness, look at Goggins ! ( https://davidgoggins.com/ I highly recommend some of his podcasts but be warned his language is colurful.)  Ultra’s help you hone this skill , they teach you valuable lessons.

 

Getting race bling, it’s why we runners do what we do.

 

Race Director, Phil Gore, Jon Pendse and myself.

Next on the agenda, in November,  is a good old fashioned point to point 100 miler, my first. The Feral Pig Ultra  ( http://feralpigultra.com.au/ ) is meant to be a hard race with some serious elevation but it’ll be another box to tick before Delirious next year.  Unlike my last two ultra’s this is a point to point trail run so I’ll expect lots of ‘Kev time‘ alone on the trails with some testing night time running. It’ll be as close to Delirious as I can muster pre-event so I need to finish it in a reasonable time and also feeling good at the end, remember Delirious is a 200 miler ! ( https://deliriouswest200miler.com.au/race-information/ ) Right that’s me for this post, as with the subject this has been an ultra-post but I hope you’re enjoyed it as mush as I enjoyed the event. I’m with Dean when it comes to Ultra’s , where else in life do you get the opportunity to speak to the big fella and if you run far enough he just might answer !

 

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