Another lesson learned, Ultra’s teach you stuff.

Feral beauty

Well the Feral Pig Ultra well and truly kicked my backside. http://feralpigultra.com.au/ That about sums it up really. I probably underestimated the distance and the terrain. More the terrain really as I’ve ran longer this year,  albeit on looped courses. The terrain is both beautiful, inspiring and brutal. I got through nearly 3,000 metres of elevation in my 132k but missed out on the last 1,000m ‘s of elevation in the 36k loop was was beyond me.

Looking back at this DNF it seems to be consistent with my other two major running failures, the 12hour Lighthorse last year and the Delirious 200 miler earlier this year. On all three occasions I under estimated what was involved and also mentally was not ready for the challenge.  Driving to my lift to the race I was contemplating pulling out and even after registration, boarding the bus to the start line, I was still thinking of pulling the pin. In the end I made the two hour bus trip to the start and,  at midnight,  stood with 37 other runners looking into the dark bush.

The first 20k or so were at a good pace running with Nick , who had given me a lift to the start line. Nick had prepared meticulously where as I had done the distance but had spent no where near enough time on the trails, this was going to come back to bite me. I let Nick go around the 24k mark and slowed conserving energy for later in the race. Night time running is not my favourite past time and one of the positives I took from this race was the ability to run through the night,  albeit just 5 hours as we started at midnight of course.

I came across another runner , obviously struggling, around the 30k mark . Darren had started quickly but injured his knee and we decided to run together , remember it was dark ! I ended up running the next 70k or so with Darren and we had such a laugh, two road runners out of their league. It turns out Darren was/is a gun triathlete  and I had heard the name around the traps, we had a lot to talk about and time passed quickly. It was so lucky I had met Darren as the next 10k or there was some serious hills , when I say hills more like granite walls ! , to traverse. Without him I would have got lost, a lot ! When I said time passed quickly,  distance did not.  The track was certainly not runnable and we were happy enough to plod along , moving forward. Darren was about as excited about our situation as I was and when he hit the first aid station at 40k we both looked at the bus longingly, knowing that this was our last chance to DNF until we’d reach the Discovery Centre nearly 100k away.  It was close, trust me, very close ! We were both in a very dark place way too early into a 100 miler and we knew it.  Luckily we both decided to push on and I think then I made my decision that my race was now to get back to the start, the extra loop for the 100 mile distance I knew was beyond me. So off we went , up another granite wall !

More Granite walls. !

I had worked out in my head that there were four more aid stations before the start line at the Discovery Centre. In between each aid station there was normally a hut , which would have water dropped off earlier. Thus there was between 8-10 ‘smaller’ races between either an aid station or a drink station. This was now my plan, leap frog each one of these to the start line, simple really. Although the distance sound do-able when you’re running if you walk 10k it can take hours and this soon became obvious. Darren’s knee was getting no better but now his ankle was also playing up, making running difficult. Add in fatigue and heat and you have the ultra runners favourite place to be, the pain box. Sometimes I think ultra runners do what they do to find out how much pain and distress they can take, not for the love of the sport.  Maybe that’s the point, seems to work for David Goggins.

https://davidgoggins.com/  Think of Goggins as the Chuck Norris of the running world, google his quotes , he has some good ones !!!

At 65k I was certainly not thinking like David Goggins.. as the video link  shows. https://vimeo.com/477961609

I did manage to get to the drinks stop , around 70k , before stumbling to the second aid station, Brookton Road, at 73k. I had packed some rice and chicken , for breakfast, but it turned into lunch. It was probably the best thing I ate all day, real food. A big lesson is I need more of this and will be looking at my diet for Delirious in February, probably getting my Dietitian Guru David Bryant on board. It was starting to heat up now but Darren and I found a second wind and we managed to run for 5-6k before once again settling down into a stroll. The next aid station, Mount Dale, was 13k away with a drinks stop in between, how difficult would that be ? As it turned out very difficult, the heat and terrain were starting to take their toll and the extra time between aid stations, because of the walking breaks, didn’t help. As I said earlier time may go quickly but distance drags. We got to Mount Dale worse for wear but in the back of my mind I could see the finish , at the start line. It was now less than a marathon away, even walking this was manageable and the terrain really was so awesome it made the suffering almost worth it.

The next video is me at 90k . https://vimeo.com/477103879

and another video at 96k https://vimeo.com/477111216

I think a video paints a thousand words… in the two above a very bleak picture.

Me and Darren on a bridge.

Some footage here of ‘the three amigo’s ‘ destroying the course.. https://vimeo.com/477105799

Well maybe destroying is a bit optimistic but we’re moving in the right direction before Darren stops for a scenic break.   Next footage is around the 100k mark https://vimeo.com/477117008 and I’m pretty well gone by then , before the final video is just before sunset. https://vimeo.com/477118081

That’s it for the videos , once it got dark I was too busy concentrating on staying upright to think about video footage. I’ll need to work on this for Delirious as most of the interesting footage happens when the sun goes down, somesay.

I made it back to the Discovery Centre, the start line, around 10pm Saturday evening, about 22 hours of running, walking etc. I had a second wind a few hours earlier and called my elected pacer , Adam, and asked him to join me at the start for the final 36k loop.  Unfortunately since the phone call I had yet again fallen into a hole and by the time I reached him I was done.  After some time contemplating life and looking at what was ahead I decided to pull the pin rather than walk for another 7 hours in the dark to finish. As I was walking away Shaun Kaesler, the owner of the USWA and inventor of all these races caught me and persuaded me to have a go. Well actually he told me to have a go at the loop. Anyhow we did move on past the start into the dark but straight away got lost and ended up taking over 15 minutes for the first kilometre.  This did not bode well for the next 35 and I could see Adam wasn’t that impressed with the idea of walking around in the dark for 7 hours.  He had come to pace me to the finish and assumed it would involve some running, silly boy. !  That was enough, we staggered back to the start line and embraced another glorious DNF.

Some rocks ..

 

So what were the lessons from this race ? Number one is to be better mentally and physically prepared. This race was not an end goal race but it still needed to be approached with the right mind set. Has it done me any good pre-Delirious ? I think so. I’ve learned I need to go into Delirious with a very positive mental attitude but also I need more trail running experience. If you want to race trails, you need to run trails, it’s a simple as that.  As Rob remarked over lunch today I haven’t got the meatest legs but most road runners don’t , trails runners do. Their quads and calves are normally larger than road runners because of the constant ‘stepping’ motion while they run. Road runners, think Kenyans,  the smaller and lighter the legs the better , to a point of course. There will be definition  but not bulk.  My quads have let me down and I know I need to spend some serious time squatting , which I will pre-Delirious.

I need to also run my own race. Throughout the Feral I was either running when I wanted to walk or walking when I wanted to run, due to company. I wasn’t confident enough to set out on my own for fear of getting lost but this ultimately was my undoing. On the flip side the company , in ultra’s, makes the racing so much more enjoyable so it’s a fine line getting this right. Finally I need to get the nutrition guru on board, David Brant, http://www.catalystdietitian.com.au/about.html , his insight got me through Birdies backyard Ultra so I’m confident he can help me for my 200 miler next February.

The Feral Pig has beaten me for 2020 but I’ll be back in 2021 and the end result will not be the same. The lessons I have learned will hopefully propel me to a sub 23 hour finish, that’s the goal. As with the Light Horse this year I’m always prepared to go back to my failures and try to put things right, otherwise what’s the point of failure ? Right I’m off to do a 1,000 squats……

 

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