Next year I’m running the Montane Spine twice, once in the dead of winter and again in the height of summer. The post below is from Andy Glaze, a well known American Ultra runner and fireman. It’s bloody good so I’d thought I’d put it here for all to read. It came from Substack, which I’d never heard off. ( https://substack.com/ ) So if you like this post I’m sure Andy has written many more on this platform.

Like Andy I signed up for this event because it is another level of ‘hard‘ compared to normal 200 milers. Especially the winter version where you are battling freezing conditions, probably snow and eighteen hours of darkness.  I’ve raced seven two hundred milers and the distance now doesn’t faze me anymore, but the winter spine is another one hundred kilometres in brutal conditions with no support and very few aid stations. I am scared and that’s the point I suppose, do hard shit while you still can.  

They call the Pennine Way the backbone of England. 268 miles from Edale in the Peak District to Kirk Yetholm, just over the Scottish border. Bogs that swallow legs. Wind that holds you up when you lean into it. A 156-hour time limit and five checkpoints scattered across some of the wildest country in Britain.

I signed up because it scared me. That’s the honest answer. After many races of 100 miles and a couple of races between 200 and 300 miles, I’ve learned that the races that scare you are the ones that change you. Comfort doesn’t build anything. Comfort maintains. Growth lives on the other side of the thing you’re not sure you can do.

This is the story of six days on the Spine. But really it’s a story about what happens when you deliberately choose hard. Spoiler: you find out who you are.

Getting There

I arrived into Manchester on the afternoon of June 12th, 2026, jet lagged and carrying more gear than I’d ever brought to a race. A friend picked me up and drove me through the English countryside to Rushup Hall, a stunning stone farmhouse bed and breakfast nestled near the race start in the Peak District. Ancient stone walls bordered narrow winding roads. Sheep dotted the hillsides. The building looked like it had been standing there for centuries, which it probably had.

It felt genuinely remote. Quiet in a way that California never really is.

I took an Uber into Castleton that evening. Yes, Uber works in the English countryside, which surprised me. Castleton is a small medieval market town sitting at the mouth of the Hope Valley, flanked by dramatic limestone ridges and the ruins of Peveril Castle perched impossibly high on the hill above. Stone cottages line the narrow streets. The whole place feels preserved, like time slowed down and never quite caught back up. Most things close early here. This is not a late night town. But I found a pub still serving food and ate a proper meal, trying to carbo-load without overthinking it.

The strangest thing was the light. It doesn’t get dark until nearly 11pm in June at this latitude. I sat outside and watched the sky glow golden long past when it should have been night. Beautiful and deeply disorienting at the same time.

A Trail Worth Fighting For

Before 1965, these moorlands were locked up. Private grouse-shooting estates, guarded by gamekeepers, off limits to the working people who lived in the industrial towns below. On April 24, 1932, about 400 ramblers from Manchester and Sheffield walked up onto Kinder Scout anyway. Factory workers. Mill hands. They scuffled with gamekeepers on the way up. Five of them went to prison for it, some for up to six months.

The sentences backfired. Public outrage swelled. A rally at Winnats Pass drew 10,000 supporters. Three years later a journalist named Tom Stephenson, inspired by America’s Appalachian Trail, published an article calling for a “Long Green Trail” up the spine of the country. He described it as a faint line on the maps that the feet of grateful pilgrims would engrave on the face of the land over the years.

It took 30 more years of fighting. The Pennine Way finally opened on April 24, 1965. The exact anniversary of the trespass.

I think about that a lot. Every mile of this trail was won by people who did a hard thing when it would have been easier to stay home. The trail itself is a monument to the idea that discomfort in service of something bigger is always worth it. I’d be running on ground that ordinary people went to prison to open.

That’s not lost on me. It shouldn’t be lost on you either.

Race Registration Day

Mandatory kit I was required to carry at all times:

• Backpack/running vest capable of holding all compulsory kit
• Physical baseplate magnetic compass (no electronic compasses allowed)
• Custom Harvey’s race maps (provided at registration)
• Emergency whistle
• Clear lens eye protection with rubber seal and head strap
• Headtorch (minimum 100 lumens) with spare batteries or second torch
• Waterproof jacket with hood, minimum 10,000mm hydrostatic head, fully taped seams
• Waterproof trousers, minimum 10,000mm hydrostatic head, fully taped seams
• Warm insulated hat covering ears (no thin beanies)
• Waterproof gloves with fingers
• Spare socks
• Neck warmer
• Spare base layer top (long sleeved)
• Spare base layer bottom (long legged)
• Spare insulated down jacket with zip
• Appropriate footwear
• Waterproof bivvy bag (not the emergency foil type)
• 3 liters of water carrying capacity
• Minimum 1,000 calories of food (750 must be ready to eat)
• Working mobile phone on a UK network
• Rear red LED light
• Toilet kit (trowel, tissues, poo bags)
• Metal mug (the race is cupless)
• Personal first aid kit including antiseptic wipes, hypodermic needles, kinesiology tape, safety scissors, paracetamol, rehydration salts, foil emergency blanket, waterproof plasters, and nitrile gloves

Mandatory drop bag kit transported between checkpoints:

• Lightweight sleeping bag
• CP footwear (kanes or flip flops)
• Towel
• Sun cream and a peaked sun hat

With all of that mandatory gear, plus enough food to cover up to 65 miles between some aid stations, my pack weighed approximately 25 pounds. Around 11.3 kg. I knew immediately that my back and shoulders were going to pay for this before my legs did.

Another racer staying at the hotel drove me to Edale for check-in, a quick ten minute drive into the village. The weather was sunny with scattered clouds, which was shocking after weeks of forecasts promising relentless rain. I started to feel cautiously optimistic.

The check-in process at Edale Village Hall was impressively organized. They assigned staggered time slots and the system moved efficiently. My advice for anyone doing this race: go toward the end of your time slot. Everyone floods in at the beginning and the queue gets long.

I was randomly selected for a full kit inspection. Of course the American would get the complete check, I laughed. They went through every single item methodically and thoroughly. I’d spent significant time and energy making sure everything met spec and it paid off. Everything passed. No issues.

Then came the navigation test. I had to demonstrate how to read true north using my physical compass, locate a six-figure grid reference on the race map, and then reverse it. Given a location, identify the grid coordinates. The Pennine Way is a National Trail and reasonably well-marked, but skilled navigators have gotten lost out here in bad weather and sleep deprivation. Navigation matters here in a way it doesn’t at most races I’ve done.

I also had to confirm my Garmin was configured for the British National Grid system rather than standard GPS coordinates. Position format set to British Grid, map datum to ORD SRVY GB. A detail that matters when you’re trying to find yourself in the dark somewhere in the North Pennines at 3am.

I got my bib, had my photo taken for the tracker system, and attended the mandatory race briefing. Well organized, thorough, no-nonsense. These people have been running this race for years and it shows.

Back at the hotel, I reassembled everything from scratch after having it all spread out for inspection. Filled all three liters of water capacity. Clipped everything into its designated pocket. Then put the pack on and went for a short shakedown run. Checked for chafing, bounce, hydration tube access, pack stability. When you’re carrying 25 pounds for potentially six or more days, every small irritation becomes a major problem. I needed to know everything worked before the gun went off.

It did. The pack was heavy but settled well.

One sleep until the start.

The Race

268 miles. Edale, Derbyshire to Kirk Yetholm, Scotland.

The Pennine Way traces the backbone of England from the Peak District north through the Yorkshire Dales, across the North Pennines and Hadrian’s Wall, through the remote Cheviot Hills, and finally over the Scottish border. It is one of the great wilderness routes of Britain. Exposed, technical, and completely unforgiving in bad weather. Summer temperatures can hit 77 degrees during the day and drop to freezing overnight.

Five mandatory checkpoints. A 156-hour time limit. No crew, no pacers. Whatever you carried was what you had.

That last part matters. In a world where we outsource everything, there’s something clarifying about a race that says: you, your pack, your decisions. Self-reliance isn’t a buzzword out here. It’s the entire format.

Day One – Edale to Hebden Bridge (CP1): 46 miles, 6,600 feet of ascent

Race start: 8:00am, Edale Village Hall. The village sits at the southern end of the Hope Valley in the Peak District, surrounded by moorland that rises sharply in every direction. Dark gritstone edges cut the skyline. The air was cool and clear with sunshine.

We arrived early and checked in. We were each assigned a GPS tracker to wear on our shoulder, which would let race staff and anyone with an internet connection follow us dot by dot across England. We also dropped off our one drop bag that would be moved from CP to CP. It could only weigh 20kg, and they were weighing them to make sure. I used a 110L Ortlieb dry bag. For 50 pounds I also had the option to drop off an international bag they would transport straight to the finish line. Basically my luggage for the trip. Clean clothes for the version of me that would exist on the other side of this thing.

A big group of people gathered to cheer us on as we started. The course wound up through Edale on the road for a bit before jumping onto the Pennine Way. The day was beautiful and the hills were impossibly green. Within the first couple miles I got my first taste of opening and closing gates. I’d been warned this would be a theme. The route crosses a lot of private farmland and every lot has a gate to keep sheep secured. I wish I had counted how many we went through, but honestly it would have been in the hundreds. By day three, opening a gate latch with wrecked hands becomes its own small skill.

The first significant challenge comes almost immediately. Jacob’s Ladder at mile 3 is a steep, rocky staircase of a climb rising brutally out of the valley floor onto the high moors of Kinder Scout, the highest point in the Peak District at 2,087 feet. The stone steps were actually built to repair the erosion caused by decades of boots, a reminder that this trail gets loved hard. At the foot of the climb sits a simple wooden bench with a poem carved into it: “Office bustle for leaves rustle. Mobiles ringing for birds singing.” I get it. That’s exactly why we were all there.

Kinder Scout is also holy ground if you care about how this trail came to exist. This is the plateau where those 400 ramblers trespassed in 1932. Climbing Jacob’s Ladder with 25 pounds on my back, I thought about mill workers climbing the same slopes in work boots, risking prison just to stand up here. Perspective is free if you’re willing to look for it.

The race sets its tone immediately. This is not a course that eases you in. The slabs and boulders demand attention from the very start, and with 25 pounds on your back, each step requires real effort. Once at the top we followed rocky ridgelines. Not small rocks. Very large stone slabs. It’s not technical but it requires concentration. The difficulty is that you want to look around at the beauty but also not trip.

I did trip. On a buffed out non-technical section, naturally. Cut my knee deep, blood running down into my sock. Rookie juice, I like to call it. A 268 mile race and I donate blood in the first ten. Forward is a pace, even when you’re bleeding.

I was introduced to the flagstone trails through boggy fields for the first time. Large flagstones around 3 feet by 2 feet form a path that keeps you somewhat dry through the wet fields. Many of these stones were recycled from the floors of demolished textile mills in the valleys below, flown in by helicopter and laid across the peat. The bones of the industrial north, repurposed to carry runners across the moors. Occasionally a stone would be loose and a step would rock it back and forth, creating a wet hazard. Occasionally they were fully submerged. A good system, but not a perfect system.

Then we entered our first truly boggy area. Deep mud and water that threatened to steal a shoe. I slowed down and used my poles to find the shallowest line, methodically working my way through. I did not yet have the confidence of the UK runners, who charged right through like it was nothing. I learned fast that sometimes there is no dry option. The only question is ankle deep wet feet or knee deep wet feet. That’s the whole menu.

There’s a lesson in the bogs, and I kept coming back to it all week. You cannot avoid the hard section. You can only choose how you move through it. Fight it and you exhaust yourself. Accept it and you keep moving. That’s true of peat bogs and it’s true of most things in life.

Around mile 20 we came upon a little food stand on the side of the road selling bacon sandwiches. I got 2 cokes and 2 waters. Refilled my bottles and drank the cokes. They hit the spot.

After this we had easy dirt road for a while before climbing again onto more flagstone, crossing Blackstone Edge with its medieval guidepost, the Aiggin Stone, that has been pointing travelers across this ridge for roughly 600 years. Everything out here is old. The trail doesn’t let you forget it.

Eventually we dropped down to a large parking lot where we found Nicki’s burgers. A shipping container converted into a restaurant for travelers. I got a burger and chips. It was heaven. I should have gotten two. I needed the calories and it would have been worth it. Write that down: at the Spine, when food appears, order double.

Continuing on, we crossed over the M62, the massive motorway cutting east to west across England, runners on a footbridge suspended over six lanes of traffic. In the distance we could see Manchester, its multistory buildings towering. The last bit of real civilization for a while. A lot of gates in our future.

On the final moors before Hebden Bridge we passed below Stoodley Pike, a 121 foot stone obelisk on the ridgeline that was originally built to celebrate the defeat of Napoleon. The first tower collapsed in 1854, on the exact day the Russian ambassador left London before the Crimean War. Local legend says if it ever falls again, war with Russia follows. It was still standing when I went by. Good news for everyone.

We started going through more private farmland and the trail became narrow and overgrown. Eventually we made our way into town. I ran down the road, excited to be there, but wait. One last technical descent to the CP. Down, down, down through singletrack. And the midges were coming out. I ducked into the CP building right as they started biting.

Hebden Bridge is an old textile mill town nestled in a steep wooded valley where two streams meet. The River Calder runs through its center, flanked by Victorian stone buildings that once housed the workers of the industrial north. It’s a striking arrival point after the raw exposure of the moors above.

Checkpoint 1: Hebden Hey Scout Centre. 46 miles in. Cut-off: 24 hours.

It was still light when I got there, which isn’t saying much since it stays light until 11pm. This was my first introduction to how they do checkpoints at the Spine, and it’s quite different than the US. We were given our drop bag and a chair. Food was in a totally separate building and if we wanted it, we had to go get it.

I decided to take care of myself before getting food. Cleaned my feet, retaped, relubed, put on new socks. Plugged in all my devices, then headed to eat. Several hot options were available. I got pasta with red sauce. It was delicious and I had 3 bowls.

I noticed everyone was wearing their sandals and realized I had made a rookie mistake. I should have taken my shoes off immediately and let my feet dry out in my sandals, only putting the wet shoes back on at the very end. Next checkpoint I wouldn’t make that mistake. Six days of racing is really just a long series of small lessons, learned fast, applied faster.

I decided not to sleep. I wasn’t tired and I knew the night would be short. I figured I would push through and morning sunlight would carry me through day two.

I restocked my pack with calories. I had 5 food sources: Precision 90g carb gels, Precision 30g chews, Phun bars, Skittles (guilty pleasure), and cold soaked ramen noodles. It should be noted that before leaving all CPs you have to do a gear check. They make you seal and hand over your drop bag first, then you go through all your mandatory gear. So no reason to pack up properly until after that’s done. I waited to fill my water reservoir until after the check since all my gear would be out of the pack anyway.

I had 65 miles until the next checkpoint, so I needed to carry a lot of food. I put my midge net on and stepped into the cold dark night.

Time to navigate in the dark.

Day Two – Hebden Bridge to Hardraw (CP2): 64 miles, 8,900 feet of ascent

The longest and arguably hardest section of the race. 64 miles between checkpoints, with a monitoring point at Malham Tarn in between. No drop bag access there, 30 minute maximum stay. This is the stretch I had been mentally preparing for since the day I signed up.

Leaving Hebden Bridge, the route climbs back onto the moors and traverses into the Yorkshire Dales, one of the most beautiful and exposed landscapes in England. The terrain shifts from dark gritstone moorland to the pale limestone country of the Dales, and the views open up dramatically. Navigating wasn’t challenging at first. The trail is pretty defined.

Top Withens sits high on the moors above Haworth. A ruined farmhouse, exposed and solitary against the sky, with nothing but heather and wind in every direction. This is the place said to have inspired the Earnshaw home in Wuthering Heights. Emily Brontë walked these hills, and standing up there in any kind of weather, you understand exactly why her writing is what it is. The farm has its own hard history too. Built in the 1500s, farmed by families who supplemented thin sheep income with handloom weaving, its last resident was a war veteran named Ernest Roddy who left in 1926. Now it stands as a stabilized ruin, and the trail signs nearby are printed in English and Japanese for the literary pilgrims who come from around the world.

I ran past it in the dark and the cold and just kept moving. That’s the strange privilege of this race. You pass world-famous landmarks at 2am, nod at them, and grind on.

Before reaching a small village we hit a downhill boggy section that was not crossable without a lot of wet feet action. It went on for around a mile, surrounded by tall grasses. The trail was hard to find in the darkness, but we could occasionally see the Pennine Way signposts sticking out of the ground and knew to aim for them.

Eventually we made it to the village and were treated to a beautiful pink sunrise. A huge mood boost. I had survived the first night of cold and navigation. In hindsight I should have grabbed my long sleeved base layer and been a bit warmer. Lesson filed.

I was hallucinating at this point. Early for an ultra, but the combination of poor sleep before the race and the jet lag had me seeing all kinds of animals and weird objects in the half light. My brain was in California. My body was in Yorkshire. Neither was fully committed to the project.

Around 20 miles in we came upon our first honesty box. A small building with a refrigerator in it, plus a hot pot for making hot water. Tons of food and drinks available. There was a little card machine and you just added up what you bought and charged yourself. Nobody watching. Nobody checking. The whole system runs on trust, and it works. I got some crisps, a coke, and a dense high calorie bar. I sat and ate them, then realized my morning bowel movement was arriving on schedule. I left in a hurry, found a section of tall grass, dug a hole and filled it. Glamorous sport, ultrarunning.

We then made our way along a canal, man made and dotted with long flat narrowboats. This is the Leeds and Liverpool Canal, part of the network that once moved coal and cloth through the industrial north. We passed under beautiful stone bridges and eventually reached Gargrave, a town with a small grocery store. I bought a bunch of candy and bread. Ate the bread, shoved the candy into my pack, and headed down the trail toward Malham.

This is when I first started getting sleepy, and I couldn’t understand it. It was morning, the sun was shining, and normally I feel great on day two in sunshine. But I wasn’t accounting for the jet lag. 8am in England is midnight in California. My body wanted to sleep. So eventually I gave in and took a 10 minute nap.

When I woke, I found my watch had crashed. Garmin does this occasionally. The blue triangle of death. This was terrible because I use my watch as my map. I reset it around 25 times, and on the 26th it came back to life with no issues. It even resumed my activity. Dodged a bullet. Adaptability isn’t just a mindset out here. Sometimes it’s pressing a button 26 times and refusing to panic.

Malham Tarn is a glacial lake sitting impossibly in a limestone landscape at 1,230 feet, one of the highest naturally occurring lakes in England. The surrounding carboniferous limestone creates terrain that looks unlike anywhere else in Britain. The house on its shore inspired Charles Kingsley’s The Water Babies, and Malham Moor mattered so much to the founders of this trail that they held the official Pennine Way opening ceremony here in 1965. For us it was a monitoring point only. Maximum 30 minute stay, no drop bag. Fill water, check in, keep moving.

Pen-y-ghent is one of the famous Yorkshire Three Peaks, rising to 2,277 feet of dark millstone grit and limestone, its stepped profile visible for miles. The ascent involves hands-on scrambling. A bit of a class 3 scramble, honestly. Very steep rock steps, and I definitely used my hands to climb this beast. I couldn’t help but think, how do the winter Spine racers climb this in snow? It was hard enough in gusty wind. If you’re afraid of heights, this summit will test you. It was mercifully short, and the views from the top stretch across the entire Dales.

You then get on the Cam High Road and it feels like it goes on forever. I watched the sunset for the second time of the race climbing this road. It’s not that steep, but it’s steep enough that running it with 100 miles under your legs isn’t going to feel good. Eventually it turns left and you start dropping toward Hawes.

After what seemed like a while you break off the road into a steep downhill section on a trail that’s been eaten by bogs. My feet got wet, it was dark, it was hard to navigate. And of course you’re at the end of a 64 mile section, so you’re a bit tired. I was hallucinating a lot and had already decided I would be taking a real nap at the checkpoint.

Eventually I got down through the boggy descent and into the outskirts of town. I was really out of my mind at this point. I remember going through a gate into a large walled field and I could not figure out how to get out. Eventually I found a small gate in the far left corner, but I was stuck in there like a penned animal for longer than I’d like to admit. Somewhere in Yorkshire there is security camera footage of an American ultrarunner losing a chess match to a sheep field.

Coming into the village it only got worse. The Pennine Way snakes through town in the most precarious ways, through yards and between homes, and at night I could not find all the little gates and paths. I got quite lost, hit a few dead end roads, and finally found my way to the checkpoint. The last mile seemed to take forever.

Hawes is a tiny village in Wensleydale, home to England’s highest single-drop waterfall, Hardraw Force, which pours 100 feet behind the Green Dragon pub. The sound of it carries through the village. At this point in the race, it’s the sweetest sound imaginable.

Checkpoint 2: Hardraw. 64 miles from CP1, 110 miles total. Cut-off: 60 hours.

I was way ahead of cutoffs, so no worries there. I believe they were serving a chili and rice dish. Truly, I cannot fully remember. I was that far gone. I know I ate, and then went to a tent and slept for 90 minutes. This time I kept my shoes and socks off as long as possible and let my wet feet dry out. Or attempted to. I slept like a rock. Thankfully I had brought a sleeping pad, because the tents have no cots. You sleep on the ground. It wasn’t cold enough for my sleeping bag, so I used it as a pillow. Pants, two long sleeve layers, and a jacket. Warm enough.

After the nap I ate one of my ramen noodles. They had hot water, so I ate it hot, which felt like fine dining. I cleaned my feet, retaped what needed it, relubed everything, put on new socks and squeezed my feet back into wet muddy shoes. It was still dark, the midges were biting, and I started climbing another large hill out of the aid station.

Emotionally this was a huge victory. For months I had mentally prepared myself to reach this exact point. Mile 110. CP2. The two longest sections of the race were behind me, and I had arrived in one piece, feeling good. That’s the thing about breaking an impossible task into pieces. You don’t run 268 miles. You run to the next checkpoint, over and over, until there are no checkpoints left.

Onward to CP3.

Day Three – Hardraw to Middleton-in-Teesdale (CP3): 34 miles, 4,700 feet of ascent

Leaving Hawes, the route climbs Great Shunner Fell and crosses into the North Pennines, an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty that feels genuinely wild and remote. The landscape becomes broader, emptier, more severe.

I had to take a 10 minute nap halfway to Tan Hill Inn. The midges were out in force. I put my midge net over my face as I slept, but my hands were exposed and they bit me all over. The only solution was shoving my hands into my armpits while I slept in the grass. Living the dream, warriors.

A side note on naps. If our stops were longer than 30 minutes we had to call HQ and let them know. Anywhere on course. The problem I kept running into was that jet lag hammered me every morning. 8am English sunshine, midnight California body. An intense case of the sleepies, on repeat.

We had 17 miles until Tan Hill Inn, and I was told they would have hot food I could buy. I was excited. It was nice trail for the most part. Definitely some climbing out of Hawes. A lot of sheep. Eventually you reach an area that feels truly remote. Rolling green hills as far as the eye can see. And then finally, Tan Hill in the distance.

Tan Hill Inn sits at 1,732 feet above sea level. The highest pub in Britain. It has been standing up here since the 17th century, originally serving the miners who dug coal from these moors from the 12th century all the way until the last pit closed in 1929, plus the drovers pushing livestock across the lonely upland passes. Local legend says the Viking king Eric Bloodaxe was slain in battle near here in 984 AD, and that the ghost of a formidable 20th century landlady named Susan Peacock still haunts the place. She reportedly kept a revolver behind the bar for unruly patrons. My kind of establishment.

Finding it in the middle of nothing is one of those moments that feels slightly unreal, like the moorland decided to produce a pub out of sheer mercy. In a multi-day ultra with sleep deprivation and mounting fatigue, the sight of it carries an emotional weight that’s hard to describe to anyone who hasn’t been out here.

There was a large group of people gathered in the parking lot, cheering racers in. And then, the bad news. The Inn had turned off its stove.

I couldn’t believe it. I went in and begged them to turn it back on. I offered 100 pounds. They sadly said no. So I bought some potato chips and walked out. Luckily there was a large box of food that locals had brought for Spine racers, and I grabbed a coke and a bagel. Sat down for a second. Ate them. Felt the disappointment fully.

And then let it go. This is the whole game. You will plan for a hot meal and get a cold bagel. You cannot control the stove. You can only control the next step. Grace over perfection, even when perfection was a hot plate of chips. Onward.

The next section I had been warned about. Around 6 miles of bog. Probably the boggiest terrain until Scotland. It did not disappoint. Several miles took 45+ minutes each. Just trying to navigate a very wet bog, mile after mile. You were going to get wet. How wet was the only question. If you weren’t careful, you’d be wet up to your nipples.

So I slowly poked and prodded my way through with my poles, stepping from grass tussock to grass tussock, the only place you don’t sink. It was exhausting, and I found myself taking another 10 minute nap. In waterproof pants and a jacket, I just laid down on the wet ground and slept deeply. There is no dignity left by day three. There is only forward.

Occasionally you’d find a little trail and dry out a bit. In the distance we started getting closer to a main road, and I could see the traffic moving. It hit me strangely. For two days I had existed in a world of bog and sheep and 17th century pubs, where progress was measured in tussocks and my biggest decision was ankle deep or knee deep. And there, half a mile away, was the other world. People doing 70 in warm dry cars, coffee in the cup holder, arriving somewhere in minutes that would take me hours. Two worlds moving at completely different speeds, fully visible to each other, and I realized I didn’t envy them at all. They were comfortable. I was alive. There’s a difference, and you only learn it out here.

Right before the tunnel under the road we crossed another intense bog. But the tunnel was mile 134, and that meant we were halfway done. I celebrated with cold ramen noodles, which tells you everything about my standards at this point.

I got lost in a giant field after that and couldn’t find the trail. A lot of jumping through bogs and getting wet trying to relocate it. Eventually I just found a road. Around mile 141 I came across another honesty box, though this one was an honesty barn. Around 10 other Spine racers were inside, in various states of repair. A giant table covered in food and drinks. I donated 10 pounds, grabbed some food and a water, sat down and ate.

Two miles down the road, a sweet elderly couple had set up a tea and coffee stand in a small hay barn. Of course I stopped and had a cup of hot tea. This is the thing about the Spine. The race is unsupported, but the Pennines themselves support you. Farmers, retirees, kids with cowbells. An entire landscape of strangers rooting for you. It rebuilds your faith in people, one honesty box at a time.

Then we climbed up and over a hill and dropped down toward Middleton-in-Teesdale. I was hallucinating badly, and at one point I saw someone waiting for me on the hill. From a distance I was convinced it was a naked man covered in tattoos. I wasn’t sure how to handle this situation, alone in the middle of a giant field. Luckily he was just a fan who wanted his book signed. Not naked. Not tattooed. I signed the book. Only at the Spine.

Middleton-in-Teesdale is a small market town on the River Tees, a stone-built settlement that served the lead mining industry for centuries. Arriving here, at the river, with solid ground and shelter ahead, is deeply welcome. But of course we got to town and then had to follow the river for what seemed like forever to find CP3. And to add insult to injury, more gates, more wall stiles, up and over, again and again. I just wanted to be there.

I arrived at dusk, hungry and tired. The food was incredible. Yellow curry, rice, and naan. I had several portions before asking for a bed. It was dark, cold, and starting to rain. Luckily this place had indoor sleeping. I did have to climb a flight of stairs to get there, but a thin mattress in a warm room beats a cold tent on the ground every time. I slept for 2 hours. Got up. Ate more curry. Retaped and relubed my feet, and continued into the dark and the rain.

Checkpoint 3: Low Way Farm, Middleton-in-Teesdale. 34 miles from CP2, 144 miles total. Cut-off: 84 hours.

Day Four – Middleton-in-Teesdale to Alston (CP4): 37 miles, 5,000 feet of ascent

The section out of Middleton follows the River Tees upstream through some of the most dramatic river scenery in England. The Tees gorge here is carved through resistant volcanic rock called the Whin Sill, a great sheet of dolerite that forced its way between rock layers 295 million years ago and now shapes everything dramatic in this part of the country. The waterfalls. The crags. Even, further north, the ridge that carries Hadrian’s Wall.

One thing about the first 20 miles: no cell service, which meant no tracking. We were told not to stop for longer than 30 minutes. Our trackers apparently rely on cell signal here, unlike in the States. Consequently, the trackers are giant orange boxes we had to wear on our shoulder, and they’re quite uncomfortable. Some people brought kitchen sponges to pad underneath and reduce the chafing. Genius level problem solving from broken people.

It was raining hard and I got sleepy again. I got out my bivy sack and took a 20 minute sleep in it. Dry and warm. Got up, kept moving. That bivy was mandatory kit I’d hoped never to use. It turned out to be one of my favorite pieces of gear. Funny how that works.

As the sun rose, the views going up the river were insanely beautiful. I felt so lucky to be there, doing this. The Tees passes High Force upstream, England’s largest waterfall by volume, and locals used to tell children about Peg Powler, a water spirit who dragged the unwary into the deep pools. The river’s foam is still called Peg Powler’s Suds. When you’re sleep deprived on the banks at dawn, you understand where legends like that come from.

Right before Cauldron Snout we had a quarter mile of large wet rocks to pick through. Not easy, but the rain had stopped.

Cauldron Snout is a roaring cascade of white water pouring 200 yards down a stepped face of basalt, more waterfall than rapid, the sound of it filling the valley long before you see it. It’s considered one of the longest waterfalls in England. After the exposed moors, the drama of the gorge feels almost theatrical. I looked at this giant waterfall and immediately thought, how am I getting up there?

The answer: climbing. Using my hands, I climbed up a rock cliff alongside the falls and followed smaller cascades upriver to a small bridge to cross over.

And then the wind started. Strong. A farmer’s windmill was spinning so fast I couldn’t see the blades. Straight into my face. We were on a road for a bit, then dropped back onto trail. A little wet and foggy. As we approached a large valley, the sun broke through for around 20 minutes. The fog and clouds lifted, and I was treated to one of the great sights of my running life.

High Cup Nick. A colossal U-shaped glacial valley, carved by ice and edged with cliffs of that same Whin Sill dolerite, forming a near perfect geometric horseshoe that drops away from your feet toward the Eden Valley. It looks engineered. It looks impossible. Ice sheets spent tens of thousands of years sculpting it, and the hard dolerite rim held its crisp edge while everything softer wore away. Geologists come from all over the world to see it. I got 20 minutes of sunshine and had it to myself.

I stood at the edge and soaked it in. Moments like this are the wages of hard things. You cannot drive to this view. You cannot shortcut your way to how it feels at mile 160 with a pack on your back and four days of weather on your skin. The mountain charges full price, and then it pays you back double. The clouds and fog rolled back in, and I followed the ridgeline down into Dufton.

Dufton is a small estate village arranged around a traditional green, a moment of civilization before the race’s highest and most exposed section. I was told there was a little café that opened at 10am, and I had timed my arrival for the doors opening. I got there at 10am to find it already full. They had opened at 7am for Spine racers. Tons of pastries and breakfast items. I got a burger and fries and sparkling water. I should have gotten two. Some lessons take a few repetitions. The Spine had another little check-in down the road with hot water, cold water, and real bathrooms. And then we started out of town, toward the roof of the race.

Cross Fell, at 2,930 feet, is the highest point in the Pennines and on the entire Pennine Way. For centuries it was known as Fiend’s Fell, because locals believed evil spirits lived on the summit. Supposedly it took a saint planting a cross up there to change the name. Having climbed it in a headwind, I’d suggest the fiends never fully left. The mountain is also home to the Helm Wind, the only named wind in the United Kingdom, a violent blast that pours down the western escarpment with a howl you can hear coming. In clear weather the summit is extraordinary, with views to the Lake District fells. In bad weather it is brutal.

I wouldn’t say my weather was bad. But the wind was pretty insane and it rained a bit. I had to take my hat off and pack it because the wind kept trying to steal it. Heading uphill in wet grass and rock with a strong headwind was next level. It was breathtaking though. You climb up and over a couple of smaller fells first, past the Knock Old Man cairn and the white radar dome on Great Dun Fell, and the overall theme is the same everywhere here: climb to the top, cross a plateau that goes on longer than seems fair, drop back down. Also, a public service announcement: bogs occur on steep uphills and downhills too. Not just flats. Gravity, it turns out, does not drain a peat bog.

At the top of Cross Fell there’s a large stone shelter with seats built to block the wind. I sat down and enjoyed some ramen at the highest point of the race before descending. The descent was very wet, boggy, and steep. I fell twice, sliding my body into weird contortions. Luckily nothing broke. No real trail at first, then eventually a wide road. And on that road you find Greg’s Hut.

Greg’s Hut is a remote mountain bothy sitting just below the Cross Fell summit plateau at over 2,300 feet, the highest bothy in England. It started life as a blacksmith’s shop and bunkhouse for the lead mine here, where miners lived all week before walking home on weekends. When a climber named John Gregory died in the Alps in 1968, his friends rebuilt the ruin in his memory and dedicated it as a free shelter for anyone who needs it. During the winter Spine it famously operates as a noodle bar for frozen racers. A tiny stone building with a fire, offering exactly what you need at exactly the right moment. That’s the spirit of these hills in one room.

I didn’t use it. The sun was out, the wind had eased, no rain. Instead I found a patch of grass and took a quick nap outside the highest shelter in England.

The road went on for quite a while after, and then through the fields and lanes above Alston. Back onto singletrack, doing the fun gate-and-wall climb every 100 yards until CP4.

Alston claims to be the highest market town in England, sitting at over 1,000 feet in the South Tyne Valley, its cobbled main street descending steeply to the river. The checkpoint is at the Alston YHA, one of the checkpoints with showers. A rare luxury at this stage.

I arrived and they took my poles and shoes at the door. They led me to a table with charging ports. I took off my socks, plugged in my equipment, and started eating the best lasagna of my life. After 4 servings I asked for a bed. They took me upstairs to a dark room with 4 bunk beds. I got a top bunk. Let me tell you, the logistics of climbing not just stairs but a ladder to a top bunk 181 miles into an ultra is its own event. They should hand out a second medal.

I slept for 2 hours. I didn’t shower. I ate 2 more servings of lasagna instead, did my feet, and at dusk headed back out on the course. Priorities.

Checkpoint 4: Alston YHA. 37 miles from CP3, 181 miles total. Cut-off: 110 hours.

Day Five – Alston to Bellingham (CP5): 40 miles, 4,800 feet of ascent

I left Alston at dusk. Crossing the river, I entered some giant fields and everything seemed fine at first. But in the darkness I got quite lost in this section. Lost the trail multiple times. Ended up in some very boggy areas.

Then I came across a local man standing in the darkness. He was ushering racers through a technical section with a steep drop to our right. He wasn’t part of the race. He just didn’t want anyone falling to their death, so he walked each of us through the section and then turned around for the next runner. Hours of his night, given to strangers. I’ve thought about him a lot since. Nobody asked him to be there. That’s exactly why it mattered.

We went through another small village and I got lost again as the trail threaded through people’s yards and between homes. At night it was hard for me to follow. Eventually I decided to bivy again for a 20 minute nap. It was a long night.

As the sun rose I found myself in more boggy fields. Not terrible, but not dry feet either. Then we met a road that took us to the visitor center for Hadrian’s Wall. Someone from the Spine had water and a couple of snacks waiting. I checked in and kept moving.

Hadrian’s Wall. Started by the Roman Emperor Hadrian in 122 AD, stretching 73 miles coast to coast across northern England to mark the northern edge of the Roman Empire. The most powerful civilization on Earth got to these hills, looked north into the wind and the moor, and said: this is far enough. Then they built a wall to make it official.

Running alongside and sometimes directly on the wall itself, this section of the Pennine Way is something else entirely. The wall undulates dramatically across the volcanic Whin Sill crags, the same rock formation that created Cauldron Snout and High Cup Nick, rising and falling over exposed ridgeline in a way that is simultaneously breathtaking and punishing on legs that have already covered 180+ miles. Two thousand years ago, Roman soldiers from Italy, Spain, and North Africa stood on these same stones, staring at the same view, probably just as cold. History isn’t in a book out here. You run on top of it.

The section was beautiful but rugged. The wall goes dramatically up, then down. Steep steps in both directions. At one point the wall seems to fade and you think, was that it? No. That was the warm up. Another parking lot appeared with a small food cart serving tourists. Crisps, candy, sparkling water. And then the real wall section started.

This stretch includes Steel Rigg, Housesteads Fort, and Sycamore Gap, the famous dip in the ridge where a lone sycamore stood for generations until it was cut down a few years ago by drunk locals. The stump remains, and new shoots are growing back. There’s something fitting about that. Even the most senseless damage doesn’t get the last word. Things regrow. Standing there, you can look north across the Northumbrian moors toward Scotland and understand exactly why the Romans stopped here. The landscape beyond the wall is vast and empty.

You will be getting some vert in this section. Very steep pitches, over and over. Then you take a left and head into an expansive field on a small farm road for quite a while. I took another nap and was awoken by some hikers who thought I was dead. I think I scared them worse by waking up. Sorry, friends. Just a Spine racer, recharging.

I knew we had another honesty box coming at Horneystead Farm, mile 222, but first came some very deep bog. I made a tactical error on a jump and went knee deep on my right leg. Didn’t lose a shoe though. In this sport, that counts as a win. The honesty box had a ton of food and cold refrigerated soda. It had turned warm that day and the cold Dr Pepper hit different. They had meat sandwiches. I had my standard crisps and candy. The owners were incredibly kind.

Then on to CP5. The last checkpoint. I couldn’t believe I had made it this far. I knew I needed to be truly put together before leaving, because ahead lay a long 47 miles with no shops, cafés, or honesty boxes. Just the Cheviots and me.

Bellingham is a small market town in the North Tyne Valley, the last significant settlement before the Cheviots. The checkpoint at Brown Rigg Lodges has showers, the last real comfort before the final wilderness section.

CP5 had bangers and mash, and they were so damn good. I ate many servings and then took a nap in a tent. I tried for 90 minutes but was restless and only got 60. Unfortunate, but I wasn’t going to force it. There would be naps on the final section regardless. I did the usual. Charged my electronics. Fixed my feet. Chatted with other Spine racers and volunteers. Passed my last gear check, packed up, and got out of there.

Checkpoint 5: Brown Rigg Lodges, Bellingham. 40 miles from CP4, 221 miles total. Cut-off: 130 hours.

The Final Push – Bellingham to Kirk Yetholm: 41 miles, 5,000 feet of ascent

The hardest section to finish. The Cheviots are a different landscape again. Ancient rounded hills of volcanic rock, the eroded roots of a 400 million year old volcano, covered in vast open moorland and some of the deepest, most leg-swallowing peat bog on the entire route. After 220+ miles, this is where the race finds out what you’re made of.

And honestly? That’s why I came. Anyone can be disciplined on day one. Day six is where the truth lives.

We left Bellingham, snaked through town and several farms, and got out into the wilderness. I was with a couple of other Spine racers for a while and we navigated together. It was challenging, especially in the dark, through wet boggy ground. Eventually I broke off and took a nap. I wish I could have stayed with them, since navigating at night is easier with company, but I was tired and needed a brain reset. Sometimes the best move forward is stopping for ten minutes. Discipline isn’t always grinding. Sometimes it’s knowing when to close your eyes in a bog.

I continued through boggy fields for what seemed like forever. The trail got so overgrown it was hard to move. A steep downhill came, with a steep climb waiting on the other side. I could see headlamps strung up the hillside ahead, which told me everything. The climb was very boggy, and at the top the sun started to rise. I found a small flat patch of grass and took another nap. When I woke, several other racers were scattered around me doing the same thing. A hillside of sleeping runners at dawn, halfway between England and Scotland. You had to laugh.

We then followed a broken stone road for several miles, then a wide dirt road through the edge of Kielder Forest, one of the largest man-made forests in Europe. If you had legs, you could crush this section. Rolling hills, easy surface, no bogs. CP 5.5 was coming and of course it’s all I could focus on. Not because I needed anything. Emotionally, it was a checkmark that meant the finish was getting real. I had a rough morning through here, taking 3 naps along the road and trail before Byrness. That early morning jet lag hit hard on day five, right on schedule. But eventually I got there. Made hot ramen. Ate more crisps.

Byrness is a tiny village at the edge of Kielder Forest. Monitoring point only, 30 minute maximum, no drop bag. A check-in and the road ahead.

Beyond Byrness, the route enters the Cheviot Hills proper and doesn’t come back down until Kirk Yetholm. This is the most remote section of the entire Pennine Way. Miles of exposed ridge walking, limited shelter, and navigation that demands your full attention even when your brain has been running on fumes for five days.

You leave CP 5.5 with a very steep climb straight out of the gate. Once on top, it’s rolling hills as far as you can see. Some climbs remain, but they’re gradual. I took my last nap at the top. Lots of hikers out on this section, doing the Pennine Way the sensible way, in three weeks instead of six days.

Much of the journey between Byrness and Kirk Yetholm follows a border fence, the actual line between England and Scotland. The path spends most of its time on the English side but occasionally decides it wants a change and hops over into Scotland. This ridge has been a frontier for a very long time. During the era of the Border Reivers, raiding families ruled these hills, and the wardens of England and Scotland would meet at passes like Hexpethgate to negotiate fragile truces. In 1585, an English warden named Lord Francis Russell was shot dead at one of those truce meetings. A Bronze Age burial mound on the summit of Windy Gyle now carries his name: Russell’s Cairn. People have been doing hard things on this ridge, and dying on it, for three thousand years. We were just the latest ones passing through, and the luckiest.

The Cheviot itself sits at 2,674 feet, a vast dome of peat and grass that feels endless in the dark or in poor visibility. Two refuge huts sit along this final ridge, and the race allows a maximum of two hours in each. Tiny wooden shelters in the middle of nowhere, the only real protection from the elements in the final wilderness.

I got to the first hut in good weather, warm even. I took off my wind pants and jacket. Only stayed about 5 minutes, then continued up the next hill. Up and down, up and down, as far as you could see. There were boggy sections, but most had flagstone, so no issues. I got off trail a few times. Pro tip: if you’re not on flagstone in a Cheviot bog, you’re probably off trail.

Then the weather shifted. The wind picked up. Then came the rain, sideways. I ducked behind some large rocks on a hilltop and put on my rain jacket. It wasn’t freezing. Not warm either. But I stayed in my jorts, because at this point the jorts and I had been through too much together.

We reached the top of a large hill that seemed like the highest point. The GPS route had us going through a boggy field, but I think it was slightly off. Right across the fence was a nice flagstone trail where we probably belonged. The wind and rain did not let up, and then we reached the section called Windy Gyle. It did not disappoint. The wind was insane. You could lean forward and it would hold you up. The Cheviots were not going to let anyone coast to the finish, and honestly, it felt right. A race like this should make you earn the last chapter.

We took a sharp left and headed up another peak. Is this where hut 2 would be? No. Steep descent first. Spoiler alert: we had about 8 miles of very, very intense wind that beat me up. I got windburn on my face. But as I descended I could see Hut 2 in the distance, always much further away than I wanted it to be. At Hut 2, I ate another ramen and tried to collect myself. At least it was a break from the wind.

One more climb after hut 2. First a ridgeline traverse, then the last hill of the race. Descended down, jumped on a dirt road. Smooth sailing. Snaking through a couple of farms. A little civilization at last. Lots of sheep again, my constant companions of the week. Then onto a road. You can taste the finish.

But wait. They throw in one last steep climb before the half mile descent into town. Of course they do.

The final miles drop from the Cheviot ridge down through the Halterburn valley into Kirk Yetholm, a small village just over the Scottish border. For 300 years this little place was the headquarters of the Romani travelers of Scotland and the north, complete with a Gypsy Palace on the green where their kings and queens were crowned, the last coronation drawing thousands in 1898. And on that same green sits the Border Hotel, the official end of the Pennine Way. The legendary guidebook author Alfred Wainwright once promised to buy a pint for every walker who finished the whole trail. So many people finished that it nearly bankrupted him, and in 1979 he downgraded the offer to a half pint. The tradition survives to this day, sponsored by a local brewery. There are worse legacies than accidentally buying beer for fifty years of finishers.

I ran through the finish line and up to the hotel. There was a finish sign. I kissed the wall.

I was done. That was hard.

What the Spine Taught Me

268 miles. Six days. Two sunrises watched from bogs, a dozen naps in fields, hundreds of gates, one deep knee cut, one broken watch resurrected on the 26th reset, one cold stove at the highest pub in Britain, and one stranger standing in the dark to make sure nobody fell off a cliff.

Most of the race, I said I’ll never do this again. One and done. Then I crossed the line, and within minutes I found myself wanting to come back. That’s not a contradiction. That’s the whole point.

Here’s what I know. The race was magical, and I learned things about myself that you cannot learn without pushing past what you think is possible. Not what is actually possible. What you think is possible. Those are two very different lines, and the entire value of a race like this is discovering how much space exists between them.

We are built for hard things. Every system in your body and mind gets stronger under load and weaker in comfort. But somewhere along the way we started organizing our whole lives around avoiding difficulty, and then wondering why we feel restless, anxious, and small. The bogs don’t care about your excuses. The Helm Wind doesn’t check your follower count. Out there, the only currency is the next step, and it turns out the next step is always available. Forward is a pace.

The Pennine Way exists because 400 working people walked up a hill they were told they couldn’t climb. Ninety-four years later, I got to run all 268 miles of what their hard thing built. Someday, somebody will benefit from your hard thing too. Probably somebody you’ll never meet.

So find your Spine. It doesn’t have to be 268 miles across England. It has to be yours, and it has to scare you a little. Sign up. Show up. Get wet to your nipples if that’s what it takes.

And when the wind hits you sideways at Windy Gyle, lean into it. It will hold you up. I promise.

Smile, or you’re doing it wrong.

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The Cape to Cape 100 miler follows the Cape to Cape track (funnily enough) in Western Australia, from the lighthouse at Augusta to the lighthouse at Cape Naturaliste and adds another forty or so kilometres (with a nasty loop) to get the full miler distance. I ran this event last year in a ‘complex storm‘ (a technical term for a big bloody storm!) and it was brilliant as the conditions were so bad, think horizontal rain and powerful winds, it made the whole thing special. Please note the wind was for the most part a tailwind and this certainly helped push you along the beaches, this year all we got was heat so had to work so much harder on softer sand.

Coming off the back of a good Herdys BYU total (30 laps/hours for a equal tenth place) and a second place at the Delirious West 200 miler, I was hoping for a quicker time than last year, anything with a 26 at the start (hours that is) was the goal. I got my wingman dialed in, Andy Thompson, and gave him the finish time leaving the pacing to him as is tradition with 100-mile races.

The start line in Augusta is about a three-to-four-hour drive from Perth and I had Karen, no1 Wife, and Jasmin, my first born, along for the ride. After a very relaxing drive down we arrived in Augusta in time for compulsory gear check and race briefing before the early night where you spend hours tossing and turning and doing anything but sleep. I often wonder if a good sleeping pill would help the situation but have never had the courage to try, yet?

The conditions for this year’s event were absolutely perfect albeit it did get a tad warm later in the day but I’m a big fan of the heat so was more than happy. The trail runs mainly along the coast and the scenery is spectacular, perfect beaches coupled with beautiful single trail, a trail runners paradise. There was even a section through prestige forest which was very runnable. Yep, 2026 really did deliver.

I started with the lead group but quickly realised they were running way to hot so dropped back looking for my wingman Andy. I think Andy must have decided to start really conservatively as even moving back through the field I couldn’t see him? I worked my way back stopping to chew the fat with runners as I did. I ran to the first aid station with Max Batten and Elleisha Parish and tried to convince both of them Delirious West 200 miler was much more fun that these 100 mile ‘races‘, not sure I convinced them?

Elleisha dropped off just before the first aid station, but Max and I stayed together until much later in the race, until Gracetown aid station at around the ninety-three kilomtre mark. I had to let him go then while I waited for confirmation that I could continue after making a wrong turn and dropping three kilometres of the total race total. In the end the Race Director gave me an hour penalty, and I continued on alone into the night.

Coming out of the first aid station, Foul Bay, I bumped into Andy who was probably about twenty minutes behind me. I urged him to speed up but had Max for company, and also navigation, so was happy enough to continue along at the pace set by Max. This was Max’s first miler and he was killing it. He would eventually finish four overall which is pretty special for your first attempt, uncrewed.

As I said earlier the conditions were perfect, weather wise, but the sand was not so accommodating. There had been a nasty storm the previous weekend and I feel the beaches suffered. The sand was certainly softer than last year and add in the heat factor it made the going tough. Sometimes you’d get lucky if a 4WD had driven down the beach and flattened the sand, this was certainly true for the beaches just before the second aid station at Boranup. There was a section of four to five kilometres of runnable sand which made such a difference, without this this section would have been so much harder. Soft sand beach running and heat are not good partners for long distance runners.

Max and I picked up another runner, Will Jackson, heading into the third aid station at Conto’s where we stopped for our first proper food, a chicken pot noodle and a few glasses of coke with oranges and pineapples chunks. This was early afternoon before setting off towards the fourth aid station at Prevelley where I had my one drop bag with some food and a change of clothes.

Coming out of Conto’s I lost Max as I stopped for some photos of a hang glider and although I often caught sight of Max we never joined back up. This was to cost me dearly as I missed a deviation off the Cape-to-Cape track and ended up coming into Prevelley aid station ahead of him, confused?

We both set off from Prevelley towards the next aid station at Gracetown but I was very downhearted knowing I had cut the course short by three kilometres, I was devastated as I was running the best race and was confident I could knock out a good course PB. Chatting to Max I tried to think of ways I could keep competing otherwise I was just ‘running’ 100 miles. I decided to ask the Race Director if I could do an out and back loop somewhere along the course so I could make up the distance. In the end I was given an hour penalty for the three kilomtres I missed, which was fair. This allowed me to continue racing and in the end it made no difference to my overall final position. The only downside was while I was waiting for the decision at Gracetown aid station Max left so I had to continue alone. Max had been setting a good pace and I was devastated to lose his company but also his drive as he chased a podium position.  Leaving Gracetown it was good to be racing again but the legs felt heavy, I needed a partner in crime, and I would find him soon after the next aid station at Moses Rocks.

Leaving Moses Rocks after a great cup of tea, with three sugars, brewed by Jamie ‘Chemie Banger‘ Beck  I was caught by a 50-mile runner Ben Gardiner. who had come over from Sydney with his Wife and friends. His Wife was running the 100 miler but Ben, who was new to this ultra game, had decided to run the 50.  He caught me knocking back a few tablets from my goody bag of BK’s little helpers. (all legal, in some countries anyway?) Initially he ran over the top of me, but I managed to latch back onto his head torch and found we were running the same pace. We ran together to the Yallingup aid station and then to the turnaround at the furthest aid station, Cape Naturaliste lighthouse. It was great having company in the witching hours, or the DNF hours, between two am and sunrise. As Ben was from Sydney we had a lot to talk about and this made this section of the course disappear quickly albeit we were told it was a ten kilometre hop from Yallingup to Cape Nautraliste when it was thirteen, so the last three kilometres was challenging.  Glen Smetherham, one of the race directors, also try to convince Ben he had to run the three kilometre loop when he didn’t, luckily we asked some fifty kilometre runners coming back to confirm, never trust anything Glenn says.

I was at my lowest at the Cape Naturaliste aid station as I knew I would have to run the loop alone and this would be the last aid station for over twenty two kilometres, the next stop being the finish.  Luckily Jacki Catania was there to wipe my tears and send me on my way. As it was the three kilometre loop was ok and post loop there was a four kilometre downhill section on concrete, and then the sun rise; all of a sudden, I could smell the finish, and all was good with the world. It’s amazing how a race can change in a matter of minutes, one minute you’re tearing up in an aid station, the next you’re trucking along with a massive smile on your face thinking I could run forever!

Because Ben didn’t have to run the three kilometre loop we said our goodbyes at the Cape Naturaliste aid station. Unbeknown to me Ben was about to leave the aid station but decided to charge his head torch, he then got a mild case of hyperthermia and ended up waiting at the aid station for three hours. If I’d had known I would have picked him up on the way back. As it was I’d run the last twenty or so kilometres alone but at least the sun rose and I was heading home.

Mentally after the Cape Naturaliste loop I was in a better headspace and opened up the legs for a few fast kilometres (I say fast in the broadest sense of the word) heading back towards the finish line. As I said earlier there was a few kilometres of downhill concrete and with the sun rise ahead of me I was starting to enjoy myself after a testing night. I bumped into Max coming back from the Cape Naturaliste and it seemed he was in fourth place, meaning I was fifth.  Knowing I had an hour penalty I reckoned I needed at least a five to six  kilometre buffer from the next one hundred mile runner.  The first hundred-mile runner I passed running back, Mark Timoney, was about five kilometres behind me so I was confident I could hold fifth place, even with the hour penalty.  In the end Mark must have put on a push for the finish but I was good for fifth by abut ten minutes.

After Mark passed me, I bumped into the first female runner, my good friend and one-hundred-mile debutant Nancy Shaw. We stopped for a selfie but not for too long as she had the second female right behind her and these two would fight it out to the finish with Nancy eventually grabbing the win, outstanding debut.

The last ten or so kilometres were pretty uneventful really. My legs felt as good as they could after running for over twenty-seven hours and I was able to plod along quite happily enjoying another great day of gorgeous weather. After a nasty climb the final ten kilometres are mainly downhill, on good terrain, and a small beach section before you run over the headland and into the finish chute.  I crossed the line in twenty-seven hours and thirty two minutes, with a distance of 161km, but then had to add an hour so no PB this year.  Very happy with the event, I dug deep when I had to and spent less time in aid stations compared to previous 100-mile events.  Looking back I enjoyed the solitude of some of the nighttime running but also the heat and beaches. There are no real climbs so you do spend more time actually running in this event, which is good and bad of course. I still prefer the two-hundred-mile distance as it’s an adventure and you have crew and it’s just a bigger deal, the one hundred miler still seems to be more about a finishing time and less about the journey, the opposite to a two hundred miler.  Will I go again next year? Probably, I mean what else is there?

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Big shout out to fisiocrem , this product is just incredible for tired and aching legs. I use it daily and have noticed a vast improvement in recovery.

Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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Last year’s inaugural Cape to Cape miler was just brilliant but its brilliance was a mixture of the scenery and the weather.  ( https://www.cape2capeultra.com.au/ ) The scenery was stunning, as we all knew it would be, but the weather was so bad it was good, as weird as that sounds. We were treated to a complex storm, which is like a normal storm but on steroids in layman’s terms.  On the bright side we had a tail wind and it’s really a point-to-point race, so we were pushed to the finish. If it had been a head wind it would have been brutal.

Reads all about here , ( https://www.runbkrun.com/2025/06/26/perth-marathon-sub3-mission-week-three/ ) at the time it was week three in my Perth marathon training block, but this went out the window after running the Cape to Cape after I finished and just stagnated for about three months before injuring my ankle running the Transcend Ultra in August. When Perth came around in October, I think I had run five times in three months, not ideal. Anyhow I digress, another reason the Cape to Cape was so good was the company. I ran with my good mates Andy, Glen and Matty virtually the whole way and we just had such a great laugh. Great company just makes the miles disappear; it truly does. Andy would set the pace and we all hung on, of course any sign of weakness and you were ejected out of the back of the bus with the assumption you’d get back on sometime down the line. There was no slowing, Andy sets the pace and just grinds it out like a metronome, he is the white diesel van of ultra running.

This year Glen is one of the Race Directors as he hasn’t fully recovered from a nasty man-cold/chest infection that skuttled his 2026 Delirious race, I’ve not heard from Matty so hope he just turns up like last year as the pre-event dinner.  We’ll pick up a few more runners along the way I’m sure.

Unlike the Feral Pig Ultra ran later in the year, ( https://www.feralpigultra.com.au/ ) with a midnight start and serious elevation and heat, the Cape to Cape is virtually flat with ideal running conditions. You don’t worry about finishing as you’re having so much fun exploring the beaches, as you move along the course, and then just as you think you’ve seen enough beaches the course snakes its way through pristine forest, again pretty flat. Then of course more beaches. I don’t remember any time last year when I didn’t enjoy my surroundings and I feel it will be the same next Saturday when I tackle the event for the second time.

Fitness wise I’m in better condition than last year running an extra eleven laps at Herdy’s backyard Ultra in March (top ten finish from a world record field) and finishing the Delirious West 200 miler four hours quicker a few weeks ago.  (good for a second place overall) I never really race 100 miler’s as I feel I’m more competitive over the longer distances, i.e. 200 milers. A 100 mile is more suited to the younger runner who actually sets a time and get their head down, missing all the beautiful trails. At my stage in my running career, i.e. at the end, I enjoy breathing in the course and taking loads of photos and just spending times with my mates on the trails.

I’ve only ran two 100 milers, the Feral Pig, which I’ve finished four times, and inaugural Cape to Cape 100 miler last year.  The contrast in these two events is massive. Feral has some serious elevation and is held on the Bibbulmun track in November, ( https://www.bibbulmuntrack.org.au/ ) when it’s seriously hot (usually). This race really does test you and although there is excitement, it’s what we do right? ,   there is also some trepidation. A finish is never guaranteed when you race the Feral Pig, you just do the best you can and hope you’ve done enough. Last year racing the Cape to Cape I never even thought about finishing, I was having too much fun with the boys and the conditions. I’m hoping for more of the same in a few days and the weather report seems to indicate we’ll get some rain and that normally means there’ll be wind, let’s just hope it’s another strong tail wind.

Post Cape to Cape miler I have a completely free schedule bar the Montane Winter Spine in January 2017. This is a race that I am very, very nervous about but at the same time incredibly excited. It will be my longest race ever coming in at two hundred and sixty-eight miles, over one hundred kilometres further than the Delirious West 200 miler. ( https://www.nationaltrail.co.uk/en_GB/trails/pennine-way/ ) Add in more than double the elevation of Delirious and the extreme conditions, extremely cold conditions after training in a Perth Summer, and this will be an incredibly hard challenge. It is rated as the hardest race in the UK and the UK has its fair share of hard ultras. Training wise all I can do is try and get as ultra fit as possible and then hope that the proper clothing will protect me from the extreme cold, albeit a lot will depend on the conditions at the time of the race. I’ve watched videos of horizontal snow, wind that was blowing runners off their feet and visibility so poor you couldn’t see the hand in front of your face. This is daunting but at the same time why I’ve chosen this event, to test myself, go deep into the pain cave , curl up into the fetal position and just stay hard. Can I dig myself out or will I fold in a heap. Looking at the DNF rate it’s normally over 50% and I’m sure a lot higher if conditions go against you.  This one really is me against the elements. Add in no support, severe sleep deprivation, possible -15c temperatures on the higher areas, limited aid stations and unforgiving terrain and you have a real test of your ability to finish, forget chasing a time.

Of course there are options for other event before the Winter Spine. Probably Transcend Ultra in August ( https://transcendtrails.com/ ) to make up for my incredibly slow time last year after spraining my ankle in the first two kilometers. Then the last Lighthorse 24-hour event in September where I’m hoping to add to my five in a row podium finishes. ( https://lighthorseultra.com.au/ ) November of course if the Feral Pig miler for the sixth time and looking for my fifth finish. ( https://www.feralpigultra.com.au/ ) I’m also tempted to try shorter distances but am always wary about possible injuries given my vintage. I ran a 39.55 last year and it would be good to keep the sub 40 streak going. There is also Bibra Lake running festival first week in July but not sure how the legs will have recovered post Cape to Cape? ( https://raceroster.com/events/2026/108936/bibra-lake-runningworks-festival ) I feel the last few months I have neglected any speed work, even selecting the easier 10k option at Yelo every Thursday morning when back in the day it was a gut busting fourteen progressive. It’s a balancing act switching between ultra events and quicker, shorter distances.  Training and running ultras, generally, can keep you injury free for longer. As soon as you add pace, you’re rolling the dice, for us mature runners. Maybe target the Bibra lake half, the course is flat and three loops so it would be a good chance to break 90 minutes, maybe? I could always step up for the marathon and just try and get as close to three hours fifteen minutes as possible, make up for my disaster of a Perth marathon last year when I really did fall into a big heap, albeit I’m blaming the Puma Nitro shoes, and my Transcend Ultra injury. We’ll see, let’s get the Cape to Cape miler put to bed first before starting my next training block. Tally ho.

 

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Big shout out to fisiocrem , this product is just incredible for tired and aching legs. I use it daily and have noticed a vast improvement in recovery.

Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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Next Friday I take on Herdy’s Frontyard Utra for the sixth time. ( https://www.herdysfrontyard.com.au/ ) . I ran an assist to the great Phile Gore (current World Champion and record holder) and at the time set an Australian record of 48 laps (I was the assist and ran 47 laps) Since then I’ve ran 33, 28, 24 and 19 laps.  I’d like to at least reverse this descending total, and I’ve put in a good six-week block of constant training to give myself half a chance.

I’ve written posts on each backyard ultra I’ve ran, twelve as of writing this post, so feel free to search on the term backyard ultra in the search bar to read a couple. The one below has links to a YouTube video on the 2021 event where Phil and I set an Australian record. Certainly worth a visit.

https://www.runbkrun.com/2024/10/27/backyard-ultra-satellite-championship-the-hardest-race-youve-never-heard-of/

Below is a post I wrote on Birdys Backyard Ultra in 2024 where I staggered to lap 22, the tu-tu lap. It explains the backyard ultra concept in more details. ( https://www.birdysbackyardultra.com.au/ )

So, what are my plans for Herdys in a weeks’ time. Truth be told going into a BYU is really the only time when you shouldn’t set yourself any goals because when you hit them the urge to continue disappears. To run long in a BYU you just need to keep going one lap at a time until you either time out or the urge to get up out of your comfortable chair isn’t there. Most people don’t time out, I’d say about 90% just stop and then regret it ten minutes later after the field has left and they’re sitting there in their chair. This is what keeps runners coming back for more because they always think they could have gone further, and they probably could have.  It’s similar to a marathon when you think I can go quicker but in a BYU it’s just a deeper regret post event that draws you back.

The format is another positive as everybody starts together on the hour, every hour.  So much more sociable than traditional races where you see everybody at the start and then that’s it until the coffee van post event.  In a BYU you could stand next to the World Champion every hour and have a chat, it’s that type of event. Everybody is pulling together, similar to an Ultra, it’s a ‘we’re all in this together’ feeling, unique in running.

Of course there is a downside to a backyard ultra. The nature of the event means it goes on for a long time, day rather than hours and it has the ability to make you push yourself further than you thought possible. This could be a positive as well as a negative I suppose.?

Birdy’s backyard Ultra would be my fourth time running this iconic BYU and my eleventh BYU event. A description of a BYU below for those who haven’t come across this format before , or alternatively read my last post which has the links to my previous ten events.  https://www.runbkrun.com/2024/07/24/backyard-ultra-number-11-why-wouldnt-you/

What is a Backyard Ultra?

A backyard ultra is a type of ultramarathon where runners must complete a 4.167-mile (6.7 km) loop every hour, on the hour, until only one runner remains.

This seemingly arbitrary distance is derived from the need to complete 100 miles in 24 hours. The race continues until only one runner is left who can complete a loop within the allotted time. This format, popularized by Lazarus Lake (also known as Gary Cantrell) of the Barkley Marathons fame, has a deceptively simple structure but requires immense physical and mental resilience.

The details of the race:

• Hourly Start: Every hour, runners start a new loop. If a runner fails to complete the loop within the hour, they are out of the race.
• Rest Periods: Any time remaining after a runner finishes a loop is their rest period. For example, if a runner completes a loop in 50 minutes, they have 10 minutes to rest, eat, or tend to any needs before starting again.
• No End in Sight: The race continues indefinitely until only one runner completes a loop within the hour. The last runner standing must complete one more loop than the second-to-last runner to be declared the winner.

The Appeal: Backyard ultras attract a wide range of participants, from seasoned ultramarathoners to those looking for a new kind of challenge. The format levels the playing field, as it’s not necessarily about who can run the fastest, but who can manage their time, energy, and strategy the best.

I had entered Birdy’s after running a disappointing total at Herdy’s Frontyard Ultra in March this year. (Herdy’s is called a Frontyard Ultra as it is the sister event of the Birdy’s backyard Ultra, it’s actually a BYU but Shaun Kaesler, the Race Director,  likes the unique naming convention for the country and the city BYU’s ?) Herdy’s was hot and humid and I overdosed on electrolytes effectively killing my appetite and in a BYU you need to keep on top of hydration and nutrition, as in any ultra. I managed 24 hours but it was a struggle early on and,  as is the norm with these events , I retired from the format immediately.  As brutal as a BYU is it is also addictive in its ability to push you to places normal racing events can’t. As the race with no finish it really is up to you when you decide to stop (unless you win of course?) . No other format gives you this ability as the finish is either determined by distance or time before hand. This is what makes a BYU so alluring but then also so brutal because, post event, every single runner, bar the winner, I guarantee sits down and  thinks to themselves I could have gone further. This is why it is so addictive, you are competing with yourself and after every event you know you can improve. With experience you tweak things and go further but you will always think there’s more in the tank, just one more lap.

Birdy’s backyard Ultra is held on a campsite beside Lake Towerrining and the Ultra Series WA ( https://ultraserieswa.com.au/ ) takes over the site for the weekend. This is a major appeal of the event, it is a weekend away with like minded people all doing what they love and all encouraging others to do the same, one lap at a time. Birdy’s is unique.

Mentally I wasn’t 100% for this one. I had run the Bibra Lake Marathon four weeks prior and the legs hadn’t recovered. Post marathon I ran a two week recovery straight into a two week taper, not ideal. Basically a month of very little running coming into an event involving lots of running. As my good friend Dave Kennedy says ‘You don’t need to taper for an Ultra’. Not sure if there is any science to Dave’s quote but I believe the more distance you have in your training the better prepared, for an ultra anyway. Different story for a marathon or a faster event but for an ultra you can get away with competing on tired legs and doing well. I put this down to an ultra relying on mental preparation as well as good hydration and nutrition; less so pure cardio fitness.

For the first five or so laps I ran quick to the three kilometre mark and then walked a kilometre , over the grass meadow section, before running the last kilometres to the finish, bar any large inclines of course, it is an ultra. Looking at my splits on Strava (You are on Strava right ? http://www.strava.com ) I managed to hold this up to around the 100km mark. I was lapping between forty and forty five minutes , giving me good time in my chair to relax before the next lap.

Post 100km my splits tell a different story as my time in the chair became more and more limited before it was hard to see on my splits where my ‘chair time’ was.  I was lapping in the late fifty minutes now and coming in with no time to rest, just enough time to grab a snack or hydration.  This is the BYU death spiral and it is hard to get out of, fatigue just eventually grinds you down until you can’t make the hour and you time out. Gotta’ love a BYU.

One of the major draws of Birdy’s is the course itself. The Lake is stunning at sunrise and sunset and also pretty good during the rest of the day as well. Highlight though is the bridge installed for the event. You’re never sure if it is going to survive and in past years it has had some critical maintenance during the event. This year there was no issue albeit the water did seem to rise in the evening, or maybe that was my mind playing tricks on me ? In the evening it was good to take a few moments on the bridge and just appreciate your surroundings, the serenity setting was high.

The course can be divided into three sections and I do this with every BYU I enter.  At Birdy’s the first three kilometres to the bridge is good for running and banking time. The next two kilometres or so from the bridge to the ‘swamp area’ is green paddocks and the hardest section so I would normally walk large chunks of this. From swamp area, past the beach,  to the finish is again good for running.  Once I got to the swamp I was starting to think about what I needed to achieve back at camp, I would know by then what was required to get me onto the next lap.  If you take nothing from this post but this paragraph it’s worth the read. Don’t think of a lap as one start and one finish, break it down into smaller manageable and achievable smaller sections.  This is the way to run any race truth be told, this way you are achieving goals quicker and then onto the next one rather than waiting for the finish.

Running a BYU is as much mental as physical and as I mentioned earlier I was not where I needed to be mentally for this event. My lowest ever BYU result was 24 hours , my first ever BYU and my last (10th), but I was struggling after seven or eight laps and started to set increasingly lower goals. It started at 24 laps, then 22 laps (tutu lap) , 120km for AURA points, then 15 laps for 100km and even ten laps for double figures. I started to work my way though the list hoping to reach 24 as minimum.

Birdy’s starts at 10am so you have seven laps before it gets dark. You then have ten or eleven hours running in the dark and at Birdy’s its very dark bar the event village, which is very loud and light. For the first few hours there is a procession of headtorches but as the night wears on this number gradually falls each lap as runners DNF.  At each major milestone a number of runners leave the event for the warmth of their van or a hot shower. These milestones would be an ultra (lap 7), double figures (lap 10), 50 miles (12 laps) ,  100km, (lap 15) , tutu lap (lap 22) and then 100 miles (24 laps).

 

There was nearly 200 starters at 10am Friday morning but by sunrise Saturday  we were down to around thirty runners. A mixture of fatigue and freezing weather conditions made surviving the night challenging. Things got even harder with a morning mist that gave us virtually zero visibility. At one point I was totally lost as the head torch reflected off the mist and blinded me. I had ran the course nineteen times before but was very close to going  completely in the wrong direction. Funnily enough I could see a headtorch in the distance, way of course, and the runner called my name. I grunted back and carried on ‘swimming in a pea soup’. The runner eventually caught me up but if I’d been a few minutes earlier or later there’s no knowing where he would have ended up, certainly out of the race as I was lapping last at that point.

Once the mist cleared it turned into another sharp, crisp, beautiful morning.  The photos , as always don’t do it justice but  it was just so quiet and peaceful bar the odd frog calling for their mates. I was now heading towards the 22 lap target, the tutu lap. I was cutting it very close now , lapping around 55-58 minutes, straight from the finish line to the start line. I’d learnt from Herdy’s earlier in the year you can rack up quite a few laps doing this and sometimes its better to keep moving.  I know Harvey Lewis, the current World Champion with a 108 laps to his name, laps in the middle fifties and spends little time sitting in his chair.  It’s all about not expending too many energy, keeping in the low gears and just continually moving through the laps.

I was lapping last now and bar a miracle was never going to recover from my running fatigue and mental hole I had been digging myself the last few hours. I made it in on lap 21 by a minute and was handed a tutu and pushed back out again. Making the tutu lap was my second last goal but it was to be my last one. Luckily Astrid was there to get the photo which summed up the event really, hands on knees totally beaten. I had been feeling that way for many hours and the urge to continue to lap 24 was gone.  Could I have gone on and made 24 laps ? 100% yes, did I want to, 100% no. That’s a BYU.

One thing that is guaranteed after a BYU is you double guess yourself on why you finished and convince yourself you can go further next time. That’s the addictive nature of the event. It’s similar to chasing a time in shorter events. During the event I retired so many times and even until the following day I convinced myself I would never run another BYU, eleven was enough,  but then you start to remember the good things about the race itself and block out all the negatives.  Similar to never asking a Woman straight after child birth if she wants another child, you need time to digest what has just happened albeit for a BYU 24 hours is probably enough (not sure that is long enough for post child birth?)  Also I have already entered Herdy’s 2025 so it’d be a shame to give the entry away and it would be closure if I could finally find lap 48 at the event where really it all started with a 47 assist to Phil Gore.

I think the tutu lap was a tradition started by Phil Gore and is now taking off around the world in BYU’s. It was certainly ‘a thing‘ at the World Championships last year and would have been adopted since then. I wonder when we’ll see a 122 tutu lap ? Next year, the following year ? Soon I think.

The race for top honours came down to three runners by lap 36. Charles , Chris and a Japanese import with a very good racing pedigree, Kyohei Yoshizawa. Unfortunately Kyohei  could not complete lap 36 and was taken to hospital, which is a pretty good excuse not to go on. He is fine now. Chris had been nursing a foot injury the whole event and had let Charles know. Charles had to stop at lap 38 due to religious reasons (no exercising on a Sunday) and did the right thing by allowing Chris to take the win a lap or two early to save any further discomfort.  So on lap 37 Chris ran alone for the win and a silver ticket , which is entry into the Australian team for the satellite Championship’s to be held in October in Perth, actually at the Herdy’s loop.

I love the image above of me and one of the race directors, Felix, after he presented me with my DNF spoon and the Birdy’s five year anniversary medallion, that look on my face is pure joy at finishing the event. These are the moments you run these events for, the roar emotions, BYU’S only really the only event where you decide how deep into the pain cave you go and how long you stay there. The ability to push yourself harder and longer than you think you can possibly go. As brutal as they are beautiful.  This is why runners come back for more.

So what did I learn form BYU number eleven. I learnt I can do better and need to be more mentally switched on.  My goal is still 48 laps at Herdy’s in 2025 which would be a great way to complete my BYU career, coming full circle from my 47 laps in 2021 when I was so, so close. To do this I need to make Herdy’s one of my A races and get physically and mentally ready. I have the experience now and understand what it takes, it will happen.

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Big shout out to fisiocrem , this product is just incredible for tired and aching legs. I use it daily and have noticed a vast improvement in recovery.

Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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Funnily enough I wrote a post on the subject title a few months ago , https://www.runbkrun.com/2025/08/27/how-much-is-too-much-or-is-a-dnf-better-than-a-dns-part-1/ . Little did I suspect I’d be asking myself the question as the start of the 6 inch trail ultra marathon yesterday morning.  ( https://www.6inchtrailmarathon.com/ )

First of all some background on the event. The 6 inch trail ultramarathon was started twenty years ago by Dave Kennedy, together with his bother-in-law Nathan Fawkes, as a fat-ass trail race (i.e. free entry) that would be staged just before the boys sat down for Xmas dinner and all that that entails. Their logic was if they ran an ultra, they could overindulge in the Xmas period without doing too much damage to their ‘trail running’ physiques.  Of course, their logic is flawed as we all know ultra runners always carry a bit of puppy fat , which they can then utilise when they run out of nutrition during the event, well that’s the theory anyhow.

This would be my 16th time racing the 6 inch and over the years there are many traditions that have started and strictly adhered to over the weekend. It use to be a family weekend away but as our kids have all grown up it has morphed into a boys weekend.

Tradition one is the photo of the boys before we set of on our adventure. In this case it’s me, Adam and Bartsy in the local IGA carpark, Saturday high noon.

Next is the photo in the Truckers Lounge at the Baldivis service station where we were joined by Veronika, whose driving is so bad no one is prepared to drive with her, so she comes alone.  This, as the name suggests, is a private lounge reserved for ‘truckers‘ but I feel as Convoy is one of my all-time favourite films I’m allowed entry.

Tradition number three is the photo outside the truckers lounge with the signage in view.  As you can see the signage, as with the whole service station, has been updated and looks very posh.  Unfortunately, the quality of the ‘tukka’ available within the establishment hasn’t changed and I was forced to take on an egg sandwich.  No worries, we were here for the two photos and we got them so time to move on to Goldmine hill.

Goldmine hill is where the event starts and it’s a two, or three kilometre , depending on who you talk to, nasty gradient that sets the tone for the rest of the day if you misjudge it.  Take it easy and you arrive at the top ready for a great day racing in the hills, get it wrong and you arrive at the top contemplating rolling back to the start and crawling home.

Tradition four is the drive-up Goldmine hill and taking photos along the way. We just did the drive bit this year for some reason although Bartsy did stop at the bottom and christened one of the porta-loos, this could now become a tradition for next year?

Tradition five is the shot of the boys in the water showing off their guns, this was added last year.  It’s good to know that even after so many years we can still find new traditions to add to the ever-expanding list. (We’re thinking of starting a calendar of us runners semi-naked, for charity ? What do you think? Answers in the comments section.)

Tradition six is the pre-race photo, just after we tick ourselves off as arriving for the start in North Dandelup Village Hall.

The final tradition is the finishers looking resplendent in their finisher’s shirts, showing off their medals but for the first time in over fifteen years I’m not in this one after pulling out at 18k into the event.  This brings me back to the title of the post, is it better to DNF or DNS?  It’s a double-edged sword me thinks. A DNS shows you realised you wouldn’t be able to complete the event and did the sensible thing by not starting. This protects your body and limits any damage that could, or would have been, taken on board if you had attempted to run an ultra, ill.  Unfortunately, runners are not sensible, and most would argue for a DNF being a batter option because at least you tried to finish.

Driving to the start line I knew there was a good chance I’d be in trouble if I started. I was feeling nauseous and had probably lost a few kilograms on the toilet a few hours earlier. I would have been dehydrated and weak from whatever bug had taken hold of me. (With hindsight probably the same one that had struck down my daughter and wife earlier in the week!)

The issue you face of course is if you DNS (did not start) you’ll always wonder if maybe you could have finished, albeit probably a tad slower than planned?  With a DNF at least you’ll know but you are then tarred with a DNF to your name, which for some is something they find hard to stomach.  Ultimately you are in a lose-lose situation as both options leave you open to criticism.

I decided to go with the ‘roll the dice’ option and hope I could still finish albeit towards the back of the pack, with a finishing time playing secondary to just finishing. Unfortunately, this seems to be my favourite word in my posts this year, I probably chose the wrong option and ended up pulling out at the first major road crossing at eighteen kilometres in.  Some of you may think that left only around thirty kilometres to the finish but at this stage I was probably just ahead of the sweeper and three hours into the event.  I would have been cutting it close to finish in the eight hours allotted time.  More importantly I wasn’t having fun, far from it, and five more hours of not having fun wasn’t that appealing.

Of course there is the finish at all costs mentality but after twenty odd years of racing, and this being my sixteenth time racing this event, I really wasn’t overly excited and couldn’t muster up enough enthusiasm to carry on. If I had continued there would then be a seven-to-eight-hour finish time against my name which I considered worse than a DNF. So many reasons to DNF , and this time, for the first time for many years, I decided to justify one of them and pull the pin.

So was it the right thing to do? It’s a personal question that one. I could have probably finished just before the cut off, around eight hours, but what would that accomplish.  This was an end of year event more about spending times with the boys than the actual event, at this stage in my running career.  The days of top three finishes are well and truly over and it’s not as if I haven’t finished this event fifteen times before.  Some will say it could have been sixteen but at what cost , I need to justify suffering and in this case I just couldn’t, simple.

Of course Bartsy was unrelating in his ‘banter’ which bordered on just being plain nasty but that’s Bartsy, he is very competitive and in his defence we did pay out on him last year when his hammy prevented him from finishing.  The rest of the crew were very understanding, and social media also aired on comforting rather than confrontational.   No worries, typing this post I am happy I made the right decision albeit having another DNF to my name hurts but that’s just ego and I’ll take some learning from this moving forward,  which is a good thing, one of the most important ones avoid your Wife if she is sick and you have a race coming up !

Finally, a new tradition now is the DNF runners started last year when Bartsy pulled out with TB at aid one with a dodgy hammy. Unfortunately, there’s that word again, I joined TB this year.  I’m hoping Jon (TB) and I avoid this photo next year, actually I’m hoping no one is in this traditional photo next year!

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Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

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What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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What was I thinking ? Taking on the Feral Pig miler with no real training since June , madness pure madness but a bloody good post for the blog I suppose. As you can see from my Strava extract below there are a lot of dot days, albeit for a lot of these I did go to the gym and hit the Pilates reformer and stepper machine. The races in this period all went badly.  Starting with the Transcend Ultra ( https://www.runbkrun.com/2025/08/27/how-much-is-too-much-or-is-a-dnf-better-than-a-dns-part-1/ ) where I rolled my ankle in the second kilometre and hobbled to the finish with the aid of hard painkillers, this was then repeated for the Perth Marathon where my ankle gave way with ten kilometres to go and I stumbled to the finish feeling very sorry for myself.  ( https://www.runbkrun.com/2025/10/14/perth-marathon-2025-deja-vu-it-is/ ) , without the painkillers (it’s an ultra thing obviously) )

I had put in a massive six run training block in the weeks post Perth but in my defense my ankle was pretty cooked post-marathon. I sold the Puma Nitro R3’s post event, not for my weak ankles it seems.  I had also had a day running the Sterling ranges with the lads which gave me some confidence, just over twenty kilometres but over two thousand metres of vert.

So yet again I found myself driving to the start with a sick feeling in my stomach knowing what lay ahead. This would be my fifth time taking on the Feral Pig and each time I had to dig very deep to get to the finish , bar the first year when I DNF’d at the Perth Discovery Centre, after 132km, throwing in the towel at the thought of the death loop on exhausted legs. I was certainly way better prepared that time but had no experience of the midnight start and the brutal course.  With zero time on the actual course itself I had to run with slower runners as I wasn’t confident of not getting lost. This slowed me when I was able to run faster and in the end I just run out of ‘puff’. ( https://www.runbkrun.com/2020/11/13/another-lesson-learned-ultras-teach-you-stuff/ ) 

Once I got to  the Perth Discovery Centre I relaxed a bit. Surrounded by the nervous energy of like minded individuals and greeting old friends is always good for race nerves. We had to hang around an extra hour because the course had changed due to access restrictions so we would start at Sullivans Rocks, normally the first aid station at forty kilometres north of the start line. This year we would run south for nineteen kilometres, over Mount Cooke, to Nerang Campsite before turning around and returning , back over Mount Cooke to Sullivans Rocks, the course would then continue as previous years following the bibulumun track back to Perth Discovery Centre before finishing after completing the death loop.

On the bus I sat with Andy Thomson, a runner who I had shared many, many adventures with over the years including three Feral finishes and more recently the Cape to Cape Ultra . ( https://www.cape2capeultra.com.au/ ) Andy is like a white diesel van, he sets a pace and just keeps to it, slow and steady, no surprises and no change of pace, relentless.  He would be the bus driver for this event, with me as a passenger hanging on.  The ‘proper’ bus journey takes a few hours and I try and block out everything in that time and close my eyes , I don’t think I ever sleep but I certainly relax and leave the bus refreshed , which,  given the midnight start, is a bonus.

Once you leave the bus there are words of encouragement from Shaun Kaesler, the brains behind this silly race, and then you’re let loose, over Sullivans Rocks towards Mount Cooke running south.  I’d opted to try a pair of road running shoes with a carbon plate as I had used a pair of  Hoka Mach X’s for the 6 Inch trail ultramarathon and they worked well. This time I tried a pair of Saucony Endorphin Pro’s but it soon became apparent this was a big mistake. I felt like Bambi as I skipped down the first hill barely able to keep my feet.  I had mitigated for this situation by putting a pair of Altra Lone Peak’s in my drop bag but I would not see said drop bag for another thirty eight kilometres, I was in trouble.

Sullivans Rocks to Nerang Campsite (0k – 19k). I managed to get to the front of the pack and led up to Sullivans Rock, about five hundred metres.  I  was very unstable on my feet for the first ten kilometres or so but eventually managed to get the hang of the road shoes and adjust accordingly. On the flat they weren’t a problem but any technical trails I’d be found out quickly. On the bright side I was concentrating so much on my footing I did avoid any falls and when I did encounter any runnable sections I really enjoyed the carbon plate as I bounced along.  Long term though they were not the answer and I did change them when we returned to Sullivans Rock early the next morning.

After the first five kilometres or so I managed to start to get on top of the Saucony road shoes, they were actually ok on the flats but useless for downhill sections bordering on suicidal, and ok for the ascents as long as they weren’t too technical. Not good news with Mount  Cooke looming on the horizon. As the image below shows I was dumped like a bad rash on the descent and had to work very hard to catch my fellow competitors once we hit the flat trail, luckily for me it was a nice runnable section and the carbon plates came into their own.  By the turnaround point I was back with the  bus.

Another small issue I was having at this point was a tight calf. I had pulled up sore the week before the event and promised myself I’d take care of the calf with rest and plenty of massage gun action. Of course I did nothing and was now regretting my decision. It felt like a tight calf but I could feel a calf knot or worse coming my way unless I could get on top of it with strapping or drugs. At the 19k turn around point I got out my strapping but without scissors I was unable to cut the tape to size and I don’t think it would have stuck anyway with my legs covered in dirt. Plan B it was then , straight onto the tramadol . This was a risk but I was banking on the calf coming good. (I had the same issue at Herdy’s frontyard ultra earlier in the year and strong painkillers fixed it. ? Don’t judge me.) There would be one of two outcomes, one, the tightness turns into a knot and that’s it for the race, or two the tramadol does it’s job and I finish like a train, or finish?  Luckily for me it was option two and post drugs I never felt the calf again. ( Post event and the calf is still good so it must have been tightness ? )

Nerang Campsite to Sullivans Rock (19k to 41k)

We had a few runners join our bus at various times during the evening but mostly Andy and I ran alone , encouraging runners as we passed at the turn around and as we returned to the start.  The field was already   spread out with the faster runners gunning for a time a good way ahead of us middle of the pack warriors who just wanted to finish. The first part of this event is the hardest when it comes to support, or lack off. The first out and back is almost a marathon and then it’s another thirty kilometres to Brookton Highway. So basically one aid station for the first seventy kilometres, and that aid station only stocks sweets and hydration, no food of any substance.  To this end I had a drop bag with my five weetbix for brekkie, and a few gu’s and nibbles for the next thirty kilometres.

There was a nearly a  full moon for the run ( it was a beaver Moon on Wednesday )and once in a while you’d lookup and appreciate your surroundings.  Running through the night is fun and I enjoy losing myself in the circle of light of your headtorch. I had downloaded about eight hours of podcasts and didn’t listen to any of them, it was just nice plodding along chatting to Andy or just breathing in your surroundings. The night was still and the temperature just about perfect, all bar the top of Mount Cooke where it is always blowing a hooley. It made a pleasant change from last year where we got absolutely soaked at the top of Mount Cooke and I had chaffing challenges for the rest of the event.  (read all about it here https://www.runbkrun.com/2024/11/06/feral-pig-100-miler-surely-my-last-time-surely/ , love that title by the way ?)

Sullivans Rock to Brookton Highway ( 41k to 71k) 

Post weetbix and some cordial I was back up Sullivans rock, in the daylight this time , and turned left heading towards the finish. The first few kilometres are brutal with some steep elevation gains and some very technical downhills that you really can only walk, albeit the first few 100k runners tend to glide over the obstacles. This is another big hop from one aid station to another and the last big hop for the event. I always think once I get to Brookton Highway I’ve broken the back of the event. My good mate Shannon Dale is normally there as the aid station captain and that man can cook, normally we all over indulge as it’s the first proper hot meal since the previous day and you’ve been running for well over nine  hours by that point.

Andy and I had picked up a couple of extra passengers for the bus , Michael Burgess and Brodie Larkin and we chatted together as we made good progress to the water stop at Canning Campsite. It was starting to heat up and the water tank at the campsite was a perfect place for a cool shower before filling my bottles for the last eight kilometres to Brookton Highway. Andy left before us, post water full up,  and I put on a spurt to catch him, dropping the other two runners who it seems both DNF’d in the end.  If they maybe stayed with me we could have got them to the finish ? Michael got back to the Discovery Centre for a second year in a row before pulling the pin and Brodie got to Allen Road. Given the conditions bloody brilliant effort lads, see you on the bus next year !

Unfortunately when we got to Brookton I was so dehydrated I couldn’t eat the bacon and egg roll so had to give it away and instead chowed  down on banana’s and coke, not ideal but in the past I’ve had no problem eating here. The heat definitely played a part as the last few times I’ve ran Feral it’s been cooler. making eating easier. No worries, Andy and I were joined by Del, Andy’s Wife and off we went skipping along to Mount Dale.

Brookton Highway to Mount Dale (71k  to 83k)

Post Brookton Highway it’s a small hop of twelve kilometres to Mount Dale  and then eleven to Beraking, a lot shorter than the forty and thirty kilometre distances we had just completed. This is why I mentally perk-up as I can start to see the path back to the Discovery Centre. Also from Mount Dale to the Discovery Centre is really good running terrain, and from Allen Road to PDC (Perth Discovery Centre) it’s my all time favorite trail. Once I got to Mount Dale I was able to pick up my first drop bag which was full of goodies I ended up not eating. That is the thing with ultra running, you pack your drop bag with all the things you think you’ll eat at the time but when you actually get to the drop bag  you’re normally off all the food you’ve packed. It’s a catch 22 situation, you really need to think about what you need to eat , not what you think you’ll want to eat.  I did manage to get some nutrition in but probably not enough , albeit it was only another short hop to Beraking aid station so was confident I wouldn’t bonk on the way.

Mount Dale to Beraking ( 83k to 93k) 

We bumped into the famous Paul ‘Hopi’ Hopwood on this leg, another three times Feral finisher. We were joined by another runner and all of a sudden we had a good size 100 miler bus, bumbling along putting the world to rights. We were also in the midst of the other distance runners, i.e. the 100k and 80k (50 mile) runners. It was good to see so many runners out and about on the track albeit they all seemed to be running quicker than us. A big shout out to the runners who offered me encouragement around this time, you know who you are, I appreciate it . The hop to Beraking seem to go quickly mainly down to the company. Another drop bag at Beraking which I shared with the flies, there was thousands of the little flying protein balls.  I convinced Andy to give me ten minutes so I could lay down and rest the legs , and shut the eyes. Given the heat and the hard surface I wasn’t able to nod off but the time helped. Andy left the aid station a few minutes ahead of me and I didn’t see him again until the Perth Discovery Centre, he found a second wind and for the first time I fell off the back of the bus, I was alone. ‘Hopi’ also left before me but I caught and passed him before Allen Road.  I’d bump into Hopi many hours later on the death loop as I ran back to the finish and he ran to the furthest point, after a sleep.

Beraking to Allen Road ( 83k to 110k)

For this hop I was alone with the bus well ahead of me. There were 100k runners around me and I always had a runner to chase, which kept me honest. The 100k runners seemed full of beans and there was plenty of noise ahead of me and behind me. I was running probably the best I had for most of the day and my goal was to get to Allen Road before the sunset, and climb the hill in the daylight. In the back of my mind I was also worried as my main head torch had died prematurely which left me with my back up head torch and only two batteries, was it enough to get me back to the PDC ? I really wasn’t confident.  My plan was to ask for batteries at Allen Road and hope I could grab one at least ? Otherwise I could end up using the iphone torch, not ideal.

The hop between Beraking and Allen Road was shorter than I thought, I was thinking I had about four kilometres to go and it turned out it was just under two, that is a great feeling when you’re not expecting an aid station and it just appears, with an Ultra Series event it does not happen often. At Allen road I sat down and was looked after by Willah and AB , two of my favorite people. These two really make a difference,  as  do all the volunteers, I was fed salty potatoes and pineapple slices as well as oranges. Nutrition wise I was good but fumbling around in my pack I couldn’t find my backup head torch. This was not good with the sun disappearing fast and a sixteen kilometre hop to PDC incoming. Luckily for me another runner was about to throw in the towel and offered me his headtorch. Big shout out to Nic Sweetman , he saved my race as without that headtorch I would have had to DNF. (Albeit post event , after many hours sleep I did find my headtorch tucked deep in one of the side pockets of my vest)  So head torch crisis averted it was onto the climb from Allen Road to Helena Hut, a nasty incline over four kilometres, starting as the sun began to fall under the horizon and darkness began to creep into the game.

Allen Road to Perth Discovery Centre  ( 110k to 127k) 

Another leg I ran alone bar a few runners acting as rabbits as I chased them down. I know this stretch like the back of my hand as it’s my staple run for getting ready for Delirious Wat 200 miler ( https://www.deliriouswest200miler.com.au/ ) I have felt better on this leg but was able to keep moving forward at a reasonable pace bar one episode when I found myself on all fours dry retching with my fingers down my throat, the joys of ultra running.  Unable to vomit I continued on. I got into PDC around ten pm and decided to get out my recliner and give myself ten minutes total rest, taking the weight off the legs. I just got into position when I heard the tannoy asking for me at the aid station as Andy was waiting for me, it seemed the bus was about to leave for the death loop.  I had no choice but to answer the call and off into the night Andy and I stumbled, the death loop was calling.

Perth Discovery Centre to Camel Farm  ( 127k to 137k) 

Not much to say about this leg bar I was absolutely goosed, it was nearing midnight which meant our second night without sleep and twenty four hours on our feet. I was starting to hallucinate and feel unsteady on my feet. I was never going to make the turnaround aid station which was nearly twenty kilometres away so Andy and I decided we try and get a fifteen minute nap at Camel farm. As we stumbled in Rosa Haywood greeted us, sat us down, covered us in blankets and set the sleep timer. I think the image below sums up how I felt ?

Camel Farm to Jorgenson ( 137k to 145k) 

This is the hardest part of the whole event, although it’s really only the last four kilometres. Un-runnable climbs and descents mixed in with rock covered terrain desperate to trip you up, and steps, so many steps. Mentally I wasn’t ready for this and it just seemed to go on for ever.  On the bright side when we reached Jorgenson I knew it was mainly downhill to the finish and I started to believe we could beat the pig. A pumpkin soup at Jorgenson set us up for success and we hobbled off into the night on the last leg of our epic journey albeit I was so tired I could have slept for hours.

Jorgenson to Camel Farm (145k to 153k) 

It’s a lot easier heading towards the finish line and running downhill, still bloody hard , but nowhere near as hard as running in the opposite direction. Once we stumbled back into Camel Farm for the second time we knew we had beaten the pig and a finish and sunrise awaited us, post a good cup of tea of course.  Rosa and the team fueled us up as Hopi came into the aid station and instructed Rosa to let him sleep for thirty minutes. He was heading towards the death loop, alone, brave boy, we were heading in the opposite direction with the finish and sunrise coming our way.

Camel Farm to PDC ( 153K TO 162K)

The last ten kilometres was accompanied by a incredible sunrise , the sun welcoming Andy and I are we ran to the finish. We had originally aimed for a finish around twenty eight hours but we would finish just over thirty hours. It was hotter than last year and I certainly wasn’t as fit , nowhere near the level of last year, so to finish so close to last years time was a big achievement.  Time , for the middle of the pack runner, isn’t half as important as just finishing, that in itself is a massive achievement when you take on the Feral Pig.

We met quite a few runners who were just starting the death loop after they had either had some rest at the PDC or just racing cut off times, these guys would take on the heat of Sunday and finish late afternoon, these were the real warriors pushing close to forty hours. All of them were smiling and positive and all look to be making good time, they would all finish.  The role call of legends including Kylie Langford, Bianca O’Neill, Sue Roberston, Jonathon Smith, Ashley Slocum, Matt Graham, Ben Bowes, Phil Johnson, David Martin, Matt Lambert, Nick O’Neill (after a long sleep!) Brendan Heavens, John Herzfeld and Dru Furlong.  All these runners were out there for thirty five hours plus , that is very, very special, a long time taking on the pig and eventually bringing home the bacon.

Andy and I were passed by a runner and his pacer a few hundred metres from the finish, Daniel Perry,  but were quite happy to let Daniel go, we were just stoked to get to the finish line for a fourth year in a row which in itself is no mean feat. We crossed the line , as we started the race thirty plus hours previously and over 160km ago, together, albeit in the results it had me winning our age group and crossing first, sorry buddy.

So that’s a wrap for the Feral Pig 2025, finish number four and I join Andy and Hopi as four time finishers, a small select group of masochists. Will I go again in 2026 ? At the moment probably not, I have plans for retirement from work next year and if I do will look to travel or even buy a boat, I don’t envisage being in WA next November but if I was it would be hard to resist another crack at beating the pig on the death loop. At the moment I’ve stumbled through the death loop the last three years , it would be good to run it like I did in 2022 or even try and get close to twenty four hours  may need to fit a turbo to the diesel van?

How hard was Feral this year ? An eleven on the Spinal Tap speaker dial I’d say. I really had no right even starting with my training but yet again I managed to pull a result out of the fire and finish. Early on I was harboring thoughts of a DNF citing many reasons but with experience I knew that if I just kept eating and drinking I had enough ‘muscle memory’ to get to the end, it would just hurt more.  On a number of occasions I channeled my inner Goggins and recited a few of his mantras to keep me going, they seem to do the trick.  ( https://davidgoggins.com/ )  How long can I keep cheating these events  ? Not sure, a marathon (and ultra more so) is an honest event and you will get found out , as I probably was this year.  I’m relying on mental toughness more than physical conditioning at the moment but there is only so much you can achieve using this method, it’s not ideal.

I have the 6 inch trail ultra late December, for the 16th time,  and that’s it for 2025. ( https://www.6inchtrailmarathon.com/ )  I’ll finish with eight ultra’s , one marathon, one half, two 10k’s and a 5k. Not a bad year but my smallest  training  mileage ever, since my spreadsheet started in 2008.  That’s a lot of event for a runner who doesn’t run that much, need to pull my finger out and to quote Goggin’s ‘stay hard’

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Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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The Feal Pig 100 miler is one of the hardest over the distance in Australia, in my humble opinion. It’s a combination of the midnight start, which translates to two nights without sleep as you near the finish, the terrain and the heat ; a trifecta of pain. I have DNF’d this bad boy of a race once and finished it three times albeit the last two times I stumbled to the finish rather than running.  I have attached the four races reports for your pleasure to set the scene on why I’m back for another go in 2025 . (Please note in 2023 it was cancelled due to extreme heat , although luckily I was injured so had volunteered.)

https://www.runbkrun.com/2024/11/06/feral-pig-100-miler-surely-my-last-time-surely/

https://www.runbkrun.com/2022/11/17/beating-a-pig-feral-2022/

https://www.runbkrun.com/2021/12/13/feral-pig-100-miler-in-case-you-missed-it/

https://www.runbkrun.com/2020/11/13/another-lesson-learned-ultras-teach-you-stuff/

Strava reminded me of my Feral Pig adventure in 2022 when I finished it for the second time.  (see below) I think I summed up me feelings pretty well and yes I did enter the following year , although I was saved by the cancellation due to extreme heat. I went again in 2024 and pretty much had the same result but still I entered again this year. Always reminds me of the definition of insanity by Einstein

“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”

As you can read from the posts I’ve never really beaten the pig although in 2021 I’d call it a draw. The last two years I’ve really suffered on the final ‘death loop’  and ended up walking more of it than running.  (The death loop is a 30+km loop you need to finish after first passing through the start/finish line at around 128km into the event. It is very tempting to pull the pin , get in your nice warm car and drive home! To add to the fun factor I consider the death loop the hardest terrain of the event, a double whammy. )

As I type this post it is with mixed emotions about the event this Friday, three days away, part of me is excited about spending quality times on the trails with good mates while another part of me is dreading taking on the death loop again.  I suppose I know what’s coming and just need to buckle down and accept my fate. I haven’t don’t half as much training as I should have this year and I really shouldn’t be entering a tough 100 miler but it’s the Feral Pig and it’s just special.  Although I have been missing my running I have been regularly hitting the gym and the Pilates reformer machines at Revo, Innaloo.  Is this enough to get me though Feral ? We’ll find out this weekend. Probably not for a good time but I’m running for a ‘good time’, not a good time; see what I did there ?  I just want another finish and am not bothered about finishing time, Feral is never an A race , more of a mental challenge to see if I can still dig myself out of some dark places. (Which is where I will find myself on the death loop.)

Most people who have read the posts on my previous attempts and now read this will think I’m crazy for continually putting myself in these situations but that’s the whole point. If it was easy,  and a finish was guaranteed,  what’s the point ? Finding your limits and then moving forward from that point is an opportunity you don’t get in normal day to day living, the Feral Pig gives you that opportunity. 

I think back to my three finishes where I swore, on the finish line,  that I would never enter again but each time I find myself in the position I am now, questioning my decisions but at the same time excited about what lays ahead, that’s the Feral Pig and that’s ultra running.

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Big shout out to fisiocrem , this product is just incredible for tired and aching legs. I use it daily and have noticed a vast improvement in recovery.

Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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Week three was always going to be high mileage and less runs as I had the inaugural Cape to Cape 100 miler on Saturday .  ( https://www.cape2capeultra.com.au/ ) With this in mind I only ran two ‘time on feet’ ten kilometre runs on Monday and Thursday before the race itself Saturday , finishing Sunday morning.  The purist would shake their heads at the thought of running a 100 miler in a marathon block but my logic was it is early in the block and I have time to recover,  albeit as I type this post I think my logic my be flawed.

This gave me over 175 kilometres for the week which is more than I will run moving forward of course and I will be forced to take a down week as I haven’t run yet and it’s already Wednesday.  The legs are recovering well and I would hope to run ten kilometres tomorrow morning at Yelo and maybe try and find fifty to seventy  or so kilometres for the week.  The following week I had penciled in the Bibra Lake half marathon but will need to see how the legs recovery before I enter.

Right lets discuss the Cape to Cape Ultra, it started in a complex storm which means it was a bloody big storm, high winds, cool temperatures and even some hail later in the event.  I was saved by my thermals on Saturday evening  and the second day as the wind was freezing and without a thermal top I wouldn’t have finished.  Overall there was a 50% DNF rate which is unusually high and most of these would have been down to the inclement weather.

The event starts from one lighthouse, at Augusta, and finishes around a second lighthouse at Cape Naturaliste. The track itself is around 125 kilometres so Shaun Kaesler, the Ultra Series owner, ( https://www.ultraseries.com.au/ ) had to find another forty or so kilometres to reach the miler distance.  As it was due to permits not being accepted in time and river crossing that would become too dangerous due to the conditions I actually ran around 154 kilometres. I’m ok with this as for this type of event , in these conditions, you can never guarantee the course; it is ever changing. The team at Ultra Series did an incredible job getting all runners to the finish line , that were able to get there. This involved answering many phone calls for help from stranded runners faced with very dangerous river crossing at all times of the night.  I know at one point there was over fifteen runners who needed shuttling in cars as the river they were due to cross had become too dangerous to wade through.

The start was a example of what was to come with permits denied for a road crossing in Augusta town centre which meant we had to drive to the Augusta lighthouse and then run a six kilometre out and back to make up the distance.  The start itself was another Ultra Series classic with all the runners stopping after fifty or so metres with no idea which way to go. All this in the eye of a storm that raged all around us. In the end we went the right way but more luck than judgment, that’s why we love the Ultra Series , organised chaos.

There was more than enough aid stations for this event, compared to the Feral Pig ( https://feralpigultra.com.au/ ) where you need to run a marathon for the first aid station and then another thirty odd kilometres for aid station two !. The only issue with the first few aid stations was they were exposed to the weather so there was no hanging around for chit chat, it was too brutal. There was also no chance of putting up a gazebo, so there was little shelter. Later into the event things eased up a tad and we were blessed with gazebo’s and some quality food and sweet tea, the real reason we run ultra marathons.

As this was the inaugural event I had no idea was the track would be like, in the end it was inspiring with plenty of beach sections, which I love, and enough forest running and general trail running to keep me happy even with the weather conditions which actually made the whole experience better in my opinion. The strong tailwind on the exposed beaches was a massive bonus, if it had been in the opposite direction no one would have finished ! The only fly in my ointment was the amount of limestone which meant the balls and bottom of your feet took a right hammering. I use Altra Olympus trail shoes but may look at a more cushioned trail shoe for my next trail ultra, I’m hoping this will help. Post Delirious West 200 miler in April I had the same problem.

There is nearly thirty kilometres of sand and most of it very soft, not ideal for running in.  You were also totally exposed on the beach and luckily for us the very strong wind was a tailwind, a headwind would have made the whole event a whole different animal. I’m not saying the tail wind was all good though and a few times it was painful on the back of the legs as you were sandblasted.  For the most part though the tail wind was a big bonus and could help you scuttle along the beach a lot quicker than if there was no wind at all. It also added to the whole feel of the event, running through a storm, you need wind and lots of it. As soon as you got off the beach , for the most part,  you’d get some respite as you’d be shieled by the fauna.

The highlight of the beach running was meeting a couple of kite surfers who were getting ready to probably commit suicide, I’m assuming , by entering the water . The waves were huge and the wind was so strong, I was worried they’d disappear into the stratosphere never to be seen again.

Hydration wasn’t a problem and I survived using my two 500ml water bottles and refilling at the aid stations, taking on the tailwind available. ( https://www.tailwindnutrition.com.au/ ) Nutrition I could have done better and lost my appetite during the night culminating in me ending up on my hand and knees vomiting up a protein drink I tried at the Yellingup aid station. Apologies to the volunteers.  I’m putting this down to too many Gel’s with caffeine, upsetting my stomach. On the bright side, post puke,  I was able to eat again and made up for it instantly with a couple of Anzac biscuits and soup.

I ran with Andy, Glen and Matty virtually the whole event. Running with good mates makes the whole experience so much better,  suffering with friends is so much better than suffering alone. There’s also the added benefit of constant banter which makes distance and time disappear so quickly.  Over the twenty eight hours I reckon I used my shokz headphones for thirty minutes , if I was running alone I would have had my headphones on constantly. I’ve ran with these guys over many hundreds of kilometres the last few years and we still find sh*t to talk about, albeit sometimes the same sh*t .

So we finished in 28 hours and 23 minutes which was my target goal time , around 28 hours, pre-event but the course was seven kilometres short so really I would have been an hour or so over my predicted time. No worries, it was great fun running with the boys and I’ve done zero trail running , bar races, for the last eight months. In the end the fatigued legs could go no faster, even with fisiocrem and some serious pain killers onboard (don’t judge me) Moving forward I need to concentrate on road running now with the Perth marathon incoming in October and then hit the trails for a few weeks before the Feral Pig Miler in November and the 6 inch trail ultra in December. ( https://www.6inchtrailmarathon.com/ )

So that’s week three of Perth Marathon training, not your typical marathon build week but everyone’s different right ? Week four will be a down week straight into week five,  a taper week for the Bibra Lake half marathon where the goal is to go quicker than the HBF half I finished a few weeks ago.  A good indicator for a half time is around one hour twenty five minutes , which going by the double your half time and add ten minutes , gives you three hours for the full marathon. I’m certainly nowhere near that time at the moment but will aim for a sub ninety minutes, albeit a lot will depend in how the legs have recovered of course.

Two weeks post Bibra I have a 10k and then two weeks after that is a 5k. That will give me five good weeks to work on ‘proper‘ marathon training before another ultra in August, this one is a baby, only 65k, ( https://transcendtrails.com/ ) what could possibly go wrong?

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Big shout out to fisiocrem , this product is just incredible for tired and aching legs. I use it daily and have noticed a vast improvement in recovery.

Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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This weekend I take on the inaugural Cape To Cape Ultra, the miler option. ( https://www.cape2capeultra.com.au/  ) There is a 50 mile option but unless you’re a vampire it’s probably best to avoid this one as you start at 6pm and its the shortest day of the year week, basically if you’re a reasonable runner , or a practicing vampire, you’ll run the whole race in the dark.

This will be week three of my sub3 Perth Marathon block and probably not what most coaches would approve but as I always maintain I’d rather do more races at a reasonable level compared to less races but faster.  For me the reason I run is to race otherwise surely we morph into joggers right, and nobody wants that ?  ( Joggers are the sort of people who strut about at traffic lights , like a cat on a hot tin roof, a real runner stands at the lights with a look of disgust on their face, frustrated their run has been interrupted, still, silent, ready. )

(The phrase “like a cat on a hot tin roof” is an idiom that describes someone who is restless, uneasy, or agitated. It is often used to convey a sense of nervousness and anxiety. The phrase originates from the image of a cat trying to escape the heat of a tin roof, constantly moving and unable to settle down; like  joggers ! ) 

The Gaia map is shown below ( https://www.gaiagps.com/ ) and I’ll use the app on my iphone to keep me ontrack albeit the trail is well marked I’m sure. With just about sixty runners for the miler I should be with company which makes getting lost easier, like all things in life company makes stressful situations less stressful.  For example imagine in a zombie apocalypse , you only need to run faster than the slowest runner in your group; if you’re alone all the zombies only have eyes for you.  I would imagine in such situations you’d seek out slower runners to join your survival tribe,  like sacrifices.  I digress.

The event kicks off from Augusta at 6am and will complete over 100 miles later at Bunker Bay, albeit the cape to cape track is about 125k long but Shaun Kaesler, the Ultra Series owner,  has found another thirty five kilometres by adding a loop towards the end of the race. It has that Feral Pig feeling about it. ( https://feralpigultra.com.au/ ) The track itself sounds incredible with beautiful untouched beaches, pristine national parks , single trails meandering (well it is a 100 miler) through untouched forests , to say I’m excited is a massive under statement.  The only fly in my ointment is the predicted weather for the event,  rain and plenty of it. Being a point to point I’m hoping any wind will be on my back (currently is a South Westerly, which would be a good thing?) not a head wind, a head wind would be challenging. It’ll also be cold but not enough to be a problem as long as we’re moving forward, probably a good temperature for a racing.

One of the best things about a miler is the opportunity to run though the night cocooned in the beam of your head torch. I use a Silva Exceed 4XT which is 2000 lumens, turning night into day. Albeit the latest Silva head torch has 3000 lumens which is apparently visible from the moon, the runner Infront of you actually gets sunburnt if they get too close ! Night running is a special time and you can either lose yourself with a podcast, music or ‘raw dog’ it and chill out with the night animals going about their business, and the zombies.

I sometimes struggle with a 100 miler as it’s the longest distance when it’s a race as such, I always find anything longer starts to become an adventure , and to me that’s a big difference. When you race an event you are mindful of time and position , an adventure it’s all about the journey and just finishing, time takes care of itself. The Feral Pig miler is the only other miler I race regularly and have only really nailed this event once in the three times I’ve finished.  Feral does have elevation and heat as other factors which can derail your race quickly, plus the midnight start.  I’m hoping the early morning kick off ,  lack of elevation, plus a cool temperature prediction for race day, will push me along to a reasonable finishing time, around twenty eight hours or quicker.  Albeit I hear there are seriously long sand/beach sections and lots or rock hopping which are not conducive to fast times of course.  As this is the inaugural running it will be interesting to see if the finishing times are slower or quicker than Feral ?

It will be so good to spend time with the Ultra Series reprobates as I’ve not seen a lot of them since Delirious West in April this year.  The running tribe is as important to me as the event itself, spending times with these legends is just so good  and remember the zombie clause, always find someone to run with who , when the ‘shit hits the fan‘, or the zombie’s are chasing you down, is slower than you.

Finally another shout out to Bix products which will be my go to for quality hydration and nutrition products during the event bar the aid stations and real food of course. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )

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Big shout out to fisiocrem , this product is just incredible for tired and aching legs. I use it daily and have noticed a vast improvement in recovery.

Bix hydration is just ace, a product brought to life by Vlad Ixel a professional ultra runner who knows a thing or two about hydration. ( https://www.bixvitamins.com/ )  The best thing about Bix is it tastes good with many different flavours and you never get sick of drinking it, this is a big plus as Maurten and Tailwind (both great products)  can be difficult to digest later in the event.  From the website :-

As an Australian elite multiple trail running champion, with wins in over 40 ultra-marathon races across Asia, recovery from training and races has always been my top priority. 

In searching for a solid recovery and hydration supplement, I recognized that critical vitamins and minerals – both in diversity and quantity – were missing from almost all supplements on the market. I had the feeling that in an effort to maximize their bottom-lines, companies in the hydration space, failed to deliver a product that could meaningfully assist athlete performance. 

In order to address this, I began the development of a hydration product. After two and a half years of development alongside a leading German sports scientist, BIX Recovery, an advanced, high-quality recovery drink was born. 

BIX boosts 12 active ingredients scientifically balanced to replace lost electrolytes and assist in immune function. It’s designed with quality vitamins and minerals, in quantities that work! 

BIX is a recovery solution for everyone, that will get you to the top of your game!

What can I say about HumanTecar,  ( https://athleticus.com.au/ ) it looks great, smells great and is awesome for recovery or even pre-run/workout. Read about the science behind it first and then try the products. The compression bandages are just magical after a long event. Put these on and the next day you are recovered, I have used them on a number of occasions and they never fail to astound me albeit the family poke fun at me as I look like a ‘mummy and smell funny’ !

Fractel ( https://fractel.com.au/ ) have your performance headgear covered. I love the colours and the functionality of these hats, I guarantee there is one model you’ll fall in love with.

Shokz headphones, let you keep in touch with the world around while losing yourself in quality tunes or podcasts. ( https://shokz.com.au/ )

T8 running apparel is the best you can get, second to none. Designed for the ultra humid Hong Kong conditions the owners live in.  It is light and does away with any chaffing worries. T8 is the name given to the highest typhoon warning in Honk Kong,  storms and typhoons with gusts exceeding 180kph, which explains the branding. ( https://t8.run/)

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