The last 200 miler in the Triple Crown Down Under was perhaps the most testing. A 200 miler in the Blue Mountains had never been attempted before and Shaun Kaesler, owner of the Ultra Series WA and SA ( https://ultraserieswa.com.au/  ) had to jump through more hoops than a circus clown to get this bad boy of the ground.  There were course changes right up to registration due to park closures and I lost count the number of times I uploaded the GPX file onto my watch and Gaia. In the end though we all converged on Glenbrook for registration and race briefing on Monday 20th June. The 200 mile race was due to start Tuesday at 11am (120 hours cut off) , with the 100 mile version starting Friday afternoon (44 hours cut off) . I had spoken to Rob Donkersloot, ( https://mindfocusedrunning.com/ ) my crew for the event, about a possible finishing time and he reckoned 80 hours would be a good effort.  Personally I was hoping to finish before the 100 milers started late Friday afternoon.  This really was not the main objective though, due to the unknown nature of the event I was more concentrating on enjoying the journey and finishing with a smile on my face. No pressure, just enjoy the whole experience.  Of course once we got going and after a few days into the race you start to give yourself targets, makes things interesting and it is a race after all.

The 11AM kick off on Tuesday allowed myself, Rob and Veronika to sneak off to our favourite cafe in Penrith where we were based, just outside Glenbrook. The High Street Depot was an oasis of quality food and coffee in sunny Penrith and I reckon we went there at least 6 times, and I had pancakes maybe five times.

This is why I run Ultra marathons and specifically 200 milers, quality pancakes consumed with no guilt what so ever ! High Street Depot, Penrith, if you are ever in Penrith go , the food is incredible. ( https://www.yelp.com/biz/high-st-depot-penrith )

 

I was very lucky to get Rob to crew for me as he has a wealth of experience and has crewed for podium finishers at locations as diverse as the Death Valley ( https://www.badwater.com/event/badwater-135/ ) and the Coast to Kosciuszko ( https://coasttokosci.com/ ) to name a few big events, while also finishing some massive ultra’s himself.  His calming influence is the perfect partner to my ‘excitable‘ personality.  He also makes a mean cup of tea, with three sugars of course,  which is paramount to success when I run ultra marathons. After helping me to , surprising, victories in the 24hour Lighthorse Ultra and Kep V2 100km I was in good hands.

Shaun had come up with an unique idea where all runners are professionally photographed (by the Eventurers https://www.facebook.com/groups/2503403049690798/user/100064028886011  ) before the start of the event and then straight after finishing thus capturing them at their highest (pre-event)  and lowest (post-event). A great idea and it certainly worked in my case. The pre-start below show me excited but also apprehensive about what is about to befall me , the post event just shows me absolutely goosed.  If you have chance go to the facebook page and check out some of the shots, they are awesome. (https://www.facebook.com/groups/2503403049690798 )

 

Right to the race. There was over 40 competitors for the 200 miler and we all lined up nervously for the starting photograph. Lots of laughter belied a nervous energy boiling just below the service. As this was the inaugural running of the event no one was 100% sure of what they were about to face, WA runners more so as all we had to train on were ‘hills’ at best, no mountains. The elevation was going to be a challenge as well as the temperature.  Amongst the WA runners were five runners aiming for the triple crown, completing all three 200 milers in the same calendar year.  Rob, Sarah, Raquel and Aimee would all complete the three peat while Nicola succumbed to the cold near the halfway point, coming from Broome this was always a risk. She’ll be back I’m sure and slay the beast that is the Unreasonable East and I look forward to watching her do it !

 

Right to the race. There were over forty runners in the 200 miler and nearly 100 in the 100 miler, massive numbers for the inaugural running of this event and I’m sure these numbers will more than double next year and beyond. The image below is the 200 milers all nervously smiling for the cameras, in most cases, or is that more of a grimace contemplating the journey ahead. ? It is a nervous time the start of any ultra event because you do what you can to take out all the various problems or issues that can derail you but you know if it’s not going to be your day the event will find a way to torpedo you. You get in the best physical and mental state you can and hope the hydration, nutrition, conditions and any other variables fall your way. No one is ever guaranteed a finish in an ultra, nobody.

Unlike other 200 milers when your crew is normally at every aid station in the Unreasonable I would only see Rob sporadically throughout the event. The first time I would see him on day one would be at Wentworth Falls, nearly 100km into the event. Drop bags were available at each aid station  but I was confident I could get to Rob with the food and drink from the aid stations and a number of bars and Gu’s I would carry in my backpack.  I would then see Rob again at Katoomba where he allowed me a 90 minute sleep break, he estimated I’d reach Katoomba around 5am with his Ultra pace prediction spreadsheet and it was bang on, actually it was bang on all event and myself and Sarah would often ask Rob what time we would be at certain aid stations and invariably  he was right.

Before jumping ahead of myself at Katoomba there’s important pieces of the jigsaw that need explaining. I had decided to run with Veronika for the first day as she was normally quicker than me at the start of these events, Adam and I always start these races very relaxed and often find ourselves near the back of the pack on the morning of day two.  For me the hardest part of any 200 miler is the first day and night, if you can get to the morning of day two you are in with a very good shout of finishing. This is then exponential for the next day or two as you near the finish, you just get into a routine of constant running and your mind and body react accordingly. Personally I finish on day four like a train as I believe the mind realises you are close to the end and releases more energy rather than trying to protect itself by convincing the body it is fatigued.

 

 

 

With this plan in mind Veronika and I set off down the hill from Glenbrook , over the weir and into the first 14k loop clockwise before rejoining the trail to The Oaks. On the return we would run the loop in the opposite direction and this would have tested runners towards the back of the pack hitting this part of the trail in the dark. It all sounds easy at race briefing but add in over 100 hours of running, extreme fatigue and darkness and you have no idea what’s up or down , forget which way the bloody clock goes ? There’s a story there but I’ll save it for later in the piece.

The photographers for the event , The Eventurers ( https://theeventurerstravelphotographers.com.au/ ) were/are amazing and they are responsible for the photos of me running , how good are they , very good. ! They even got me looking semi-reasonable off the ground in the image below, outstanding work. Please note this was probably 10k into the event and the last time I would ever be able to leap so high, trust me.

Another  image of Veronika and I as we move through to The Oaks aid station. Funnily enough we went past a naked hiker just after this photo, apparently it was naked hiking day , still wasn’t expecting to see naked hikers. Albeit I also encountered a naked hiker in the Delirious West 200 miler in February this year, albeit it was a lot warmer.  That’s two in two events, maybe I cursed or blessed ? Veronika seem quite enameled and actually started a conversation with the young fella, I just kept on moving , head down.

Image below is two very happy runners at the first aid station, The Oaks. 24km into the race, gorging themselves on great pancakes and Anzac biscuits. The aid stations really stepped up to the mark and the selection and quality of the food was just gourmet like. These events are so special in that all the volunteers will do whatever it takes to help you achieve your goal. it really is a team effort and when you succeed they also bask in your glory and rightly so.  Especially on 200 milers the shifts some of the volunteers do are biblical, sometimes they are out on the course longer than most of the competitors and this goes double for the race directors. These guys start weeks before the event and finish days afterwards, you need to be able to handle days and days with very little sleep and still be able to function, seriously hard core. !  Sometime I feel we runners have the easy part to play, all we do is stumble from one aid station to the next where we are treated like royalty and waited on hand and foot.

 

The only downside to starting at 11am is it gets dark very quickly, add in it was the winter solstice and you have more darkness than daylight, great timing Shaun ? This meant we hit the second aid station, Woodford,  at dusk (46km into the race) and hurriedly put on our head torches before continuing into the night and making our way to Knotts Hill,   14km later at 60km. We would then do a 13km out and back loop getting back into Knotts Hill around the 86km mark before making our way to Wentworth Falls and the first sighting of our crew at 99km.  As we left Woodford we were joined by Sarah Niven, a WA runner who was one of the five runners gunning for the triple crown. Sarah had spent some time in New South Wales before the event and ran with the Blue Mountain Runners so knew the course. This was great news as I had not ran the course and had little or no idea of where I was going without constantly checking the Gaia app on my iphone. I latched onto Sarah and ran with her until Friday morning with less than 30km to the finish when I left her as I was worried , in my sleep depraved state,  I wouldn’t be able to finish.

Finding Sarah was gold, not only was she running the race of her life she was also so positive and this positivity rubbed of on all around her, mainly me ! We were perfectly suited pace wise and the conversations flowed in between me indulging in my audible app on my iphone listening to Matthew McConaughey talk about his life or Taylor Swift on my spotifiy.  Sarah is a nurse who chooses her placements depending on their location and the running and biking offered in that location, she then explores the area in her van and generally lives the life most runners dream about, thus she has some great stories. The miles just disappeared unfortunately this wasn’t the only thing that disappeared. Veronika was struggling to keep up with Sarah and I on the out and back from Knotts Hill and as she came in as we were leaving. This would be the last we would see Veronika bar crossing later in the race, remember it’s an out and back  It’s a pity Veronika couldn’t have hung on for longer but in these type or races you have to run at your pace and it’s difficult to continually run with the same person, in my defense I left her with another couple of runners under strict instructions to look after her.  Veronika would finish late on Saturday evening after a massive effort as she was unsupported which is another level of mental toughness. Rob stated before the race that he thought this was just about impossible unsupported, she proved him wrong but she certainly suffered for the privledge.  She is still battling third degree frost bite even now two weeks after the event, as I said so tough.

Knotts Hill cooked some seriously good ham and cheese toasties, now I don’t think I have ever eaten a ham and cheese toastie, not being a big cheese fan but in an ultra,  after nearly 12 hours of running,  you eat what is on offer and I know a ham and cheese toastie is full of the calories and carbs that I needed. It was bloody gorgeous and we left requesting the same when we would return three or so hours later. This certainly helped us run the out and back quicker than we normally would have, remember an ultra is all about the food in the end, actually it’s all about the food in the beginning, middle and end ! Funnily enough the ham and cheese toastie tasted even better three hours or so later and we put this down to the cheese aging well in this period, or us just being more and more hungry. Probably a bit of both.

As this was an out and back we bumped into most of the field, initially the front runners and then the back of the pack,  as we turned and returned to the aid station, and another round of ham and cheese toasties. Everybody looked great and we stopped for a few photos and many high fives with our fellow competitors. The first night there is a carnival atmosphere before the fatigue of further nights turns it into survival,  primarily, albeit with quality tukka.

As the image below shows the temperature dropped in the evening and this was expected. As part of the compulsory gear you had to carry a thermal vest and pants, as well as a good quality waterproof jacket.  In the image below I’m wearing my thermal top and a running top,  as well as my reflective top (also compulsory gear), also my  favourite beanie which unfortunately went missing. with my new gloves at Katoomba (my kids hated my beanie so they’re stoked it’s gone?, I reckon they bribed Rob to mislay it?)   It was cold when you sat at aid stations but when you were moving this was enough, we really did have perfect conditions, no wind to speak off the whole time and sunshine all day bar a sprinkling of rain on day one that was a minor inconvenience at worst.  The week after Unreasonable there was mass flooding in the Sydney area and the event would have been cancelled.

 

After Knotts Hill Sarah and I put on a spurt and caught a few runners coming into Wentworth Falls. It was less than 13km to this aid station and after gaps of 24km, 22km, 14km and 26km , this was a small leg. The night was clear, still and perfect for running with a good surface , we gorged ourselves and made Wentworth in good time.  The only downside was we passed the Falls at night and unfortunately we did the same coming back so it was the one of the only parts of the course I never saw in the light . The same can be said of the halfway point , Black Range and the three river crossings. We left Cox’s River at dusk and made Black Range in the early evening, a three hour sleep in the car, and we left Black Range in the early hours of Thursday morning , arriving at Cox’s River just before sunrise.

Seeing Rob at Wentworth Falls was just ace. We had a laugh with the volunteers and I got to sit down and eat some great tukka while updating Rob on the day so far and what lay ahead.  We had just caught another of Rob’s runners John Mcateer who had hobbled into the aid station with a bad knee. I asked if he would like to join Sarah and I but he decided to rest up and treat the knee. John then ran to Katoomba and onto the Medlow Gap before pulling the pin, the knee was shot and when you are not even halfway you can’t just ‘walk it off’. To even get to Medlow Gap was a massive achievement and he left everything on the course, today was not his day, it was the right decision.

We rocked into Katoomba just before sunrise on Wednesday morning and was prepared for ninety minutes sleep in the 6 bed sleep station that would be there to greet us.  I reckon I was top 10 at the time and hoped that there would be space for me at the sleep station, if there wasn’t I would have to continue Foggy Knob over 25km away, not ideal. As it was I needn’t had worried as the sleep station wasn’t set up and I say sleep station in the broadest sense of the word,  it actually turned out to be a three room tent. Luckily for me Rob has influence, I told you he was good , and he knew someone staying at the caravan park so I was allowed to rest my weary head in a nice bed albeit I didn’t really sleep, go figure.  Rob woke me ninety minutes later and the sun had risen but it was still freezing. As the image below shows we got ourselves rugged up and of we trotted heading towards Medlow Gap, obviously after the obligatory pancakes from the amazing volunteers included the Godmother of the Ultra Series Melanee Maisey.

Day two started in spectacular fashion as we moved down the Furbar steps and along to Scenic World and the cable car before continuing to the Golden Stairs to climb out of the valley before heading to narrow neck, and some abseiling before finishing at Medlow Gap. This 18km had just about everything, views to die for, stairs that try to kill you and it seemed like thousands of them, great trail running around narrow neck, some abseiling just before Medlow Gap, awesome climbs, fire trails and did I mention the views. A stunning leg which Sarah and I ran at the perfect time of day, early morning moving into lunch.  I would have hated to run this in the dark  and miss all the aforementioned ‘good things.’ I’ve attached four images below showing some of the scenery but the photos can never do the place justice.

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday morning was so good, the crisp morning combined with stunning scenery made the distance fly by. There were testing segments of course often involving a serious amount of stairs even going up or going down, or serious climbs but it is the Blue Mountains.  We moved to narrow neck and our first date with the rock climbers who would help us traverse a rock ladder, well I say ladder in the broadest sense of the word more like random pieces of metal sticking out of a vertical rock wall. When you take on a Shaun Kaseler 200 miler it becomes more like a triathlon than a foot race. At the Delirious West 200 miler there is a river crossing in a kayak, here you abseil, so much fun. Again we hot this part of the course just before lunch on a crisp morning with no wind, other runners took on this beast in the dark with howling winds maybe not so much fun?  Veronika actually found herself wandering about aimlessly on the way back and had to be ‘rescued‘ by the rock climbers albeit I’m never sure if this was actually part of her master plan.

 

 

After the abseiling there was some really cool single trail running as you came off narrow neck and descended into Medlow Gap where we were met with probably the best aid station on the course due to the main chef being a professional cook. He was so good he was gifted a free entry to the race next year which I think is a good thing albeit they will be missed as this aid station was just ace. Please note all aid stations were ace and the food was of such a high standard throughout but the breakfast wrap (on the way out) and French Toast (on the way back) here were next level and all cooked over an open fire. We were promised French Toast on the way back and this was kept us going in some dark times as we moved to Black Range that evening , knowing we’d be back at Medlow Gap the next day eating French Toast. As I have said many times a 200 miler is more about the food than running.

 

Foggy Knob aid station is just 7.5km from Medlow Gap which was a reasonable distance and also one of the rare sightings of my crew as Medlow Gap was a no crew aid station, surprise that. A 7.5km leg is a breeze after all the longer legs and before we knew it we were at Foggy Knob enjoying some quality time with Rob.  The next aid station was also no crew so I would not see Rob till early evening at Black Range, the turning point. We were predicting a late arrival but Rob was confident we would be many hours earlier, as always he was right. I’m not sure how his magic excel spreadsheet works but everyone needs to get a copy, it knows us better than we know ourselves ! Because it was only 7.5km from Medlow Gap I must admit to not checking out the food offered at this aid station, actually both ways because I had filled my belly at the previous aid stations both times. Rookie error, next year will make more of an effort.

Conditions continued to be prefect, as they were the whole time and we headed off to Cox’s River and our date with the swinging bridge. There was a serious climb out of the aid station and then a long undulating road section before moving to Cox’s River on the UTA course and then heading up, and it was up, to Black Range where we would sleep for three hours.  Highlight of this section was the burrito at Cox’s River just before sunset, outstanding. Funny typing this post I can remember the food at each aid station but the terrain and running seems to be harder to recall. I just remember a lot of uphill and stairs, so many stairs. As you can see from the graphic below the climb to the highest point is from Cox’s River to Black Range and boy it is a climb.  Its a 19km leg and it it all uphill and serious elevation as well. I remember being at the bottom of one climb knowing it was over seven kilometers and working out in my head it would be ell over an hour and half of climbing to get to the top, and it was dark at this point. Luckily I had Taylor Swift on spotify to accompany me to the top and this helped albeit I had probably played her songs many times during the day, they still help time disappear, unfortunately not so much distance that’s down to me and my poles.

 

Photographs never show gradient, the image below looks like a nice gradient , trust me it wasn’t. The leg to Black Range was so steep and so long. Luckily it got dark and that helped, I think ?  There was also three river crossings which were unavoidable so wet shoes and socks added to the fun.  Highlights of this leg was seeing all the front runners coming back from Black Range ahead of us, flying down the hill as we stumbled up it. We arrived at Black Range in the early evening, as predicted by Rob, and had a quick hot chocolate before completing the 6k out and back loop and settling down in the car for a three hour sleep with Rob. I made sure I was fully rugged up in the car as it was freezing outside. Thermal top and leggings , running shirt, pajamas, jacket, beanie, I looked like the abominable snow man ! It certainly helped as I was warm enough and got some sleep, maybe a few hours, in between Rob’s snoring.

This little sign in the floor means so much to 220 milers in this event. It means you have reached the highest point on the course and now every step you take is heading back to the finish, not away from it. Mentally it is a huge boost and I was invigorated as I moved past it and back the way I came. Little things like this are massive when it comes to finishing these type of events.  Once I passed this point I was never not going to finish, I would be running more downhill than up on the way back and also on terrain I had already ran , so I was less worried about getting lost.  I had a good sleep planned and was  excited about running down from Black Range , compared to running up to Black Range. I also had a breakfast burrito at Cox’s River planned as well as French Toast at Medlow Gap for lunch, there I go again food, food, food.  This is becoming more of a post for Master Chef than a running blog.

 

 

We left Black Ridge in the early hours of Thursday morning with a goal to reach Cox’s River just before sunrise and indulge in another burrito before pushing on the Foggy Knob and Medlow Gap.  I have mentioned this many times but an ultra is more than a foot race it’s an eating and drinking competition,  with running between aid stations. For a 200 miler the nutrition and hydration become more important as if you get the it wrong you stop, simple as that. Without fuel things tend to grind to a halt pretty quick. Luckily I have an iron stomach and can eat just about anything but I know so many ultra runners who have come undone due to nutrition or hydration issues, get your strategy sorted before you get to  the start line, ultra running 101.

After our breakfast burrito at Cox’s River we arrived at the swinging bridge just before sunrise as the image below shows. We were still on head torches but as soon as we crossed the bridge the sun woke and it turned into another beautiful day in the Blue Mountains.

Thursday morning sunrise was spectacular and I have used that term so many times in this post but the race just kept on giving, day after day. The locals couldn’t believe how lucky we’d been with the weather and I wonder if we can be so lucky two years in a row, we’ll find out in 2023 I suppose.  We were back on the UTA track heading back to Foggy Knob and a rare meeting with Rob. The run into Foggy Knob was hard and the quads and hammy’s were starting to complain. I need some time on the massage gun as well as some fisiocrem just to release the muscles for the day and night ahead.  I agreed with Sarah to take some time at the aid station to work on my legs, while refueling of course, albeit we both knew we had French Toast less than 8km away at Medlow Gap to look forward to.

 

The massage gun and fisiocrem did the business and we were soon back on the trial heading the short distance to Medlow Gap and our favourite aid station,  with French Toast on order for lunch.  My legs were so much better and I’m not sure if it was the massaging and cream or just the anticipation of the food ahead if us.

 

So here is the infamous French toast with bacon and bananas drowned in maple syrup, you really have to experience this albeit you may have to wait until 2024 as the creator of this masterpiece is running Unreasonable next year.  As with all photos in this post they never do justice to the captured images, this French Toast will go with me to the grave ! After this there was a monster climb to narrow neck, some great single track trail running  before abseiling up a large rock face. Luckily as I mentioned earlier I have an iron stomach and as soon as the meal is finished I can run, maybe I should have been a cyclist ?

 

 

My Dad was a big fan of Physics and would often come up with the comment ‘It’s all physics Son’, this is also true when it comes to abseiling, what goes down must come back up, sort of like gravity I suppose.  I’m not sure if going up was easier than coming down, I enjoyed both and each had their own challenges.  This was definitely something I enjoyed and albeit I had the benefit of sunlight on both occasions and no cross winds, other people weren’t so lucky I hear.

A selfie after ascending the rock face of truth as I call it. We were both relieved and looking forward to the rest of the day ahead and enjoying the glorious surroundings, again. Thursday was such a great day as you are over halfway and your body and mind just get use to the all day running, it becomes the norm as such. I’ve said it many times and still believe a 200 miler gets easier not harder the further into the event you travel, culminating in a sudden burst of energy when the finishing line is in sight and by insight I mean in that day.

I was now so confident of finishing I put a post on the Facebook page asking for Glenbrook to get the Guinness ready as me and Sarah were as good as home, probably a tad premature, we were still well over 80km from the finish which equated to another day of running. Unfortunately unbeknown to me it is very difficult to get Guinness in Glenbrook and this is the one tradition I missed out on, my two pints of Guinness after finishing. At the after party Shaun did put on trays of Tequila so I did manage a few shots instead of my Guinness and a mojito. That will be it for me until probably next February after Delirious, I’m not a big drinker.

 

After Medlow,  and fueled on French Toast , we set a serious pace to reach Katoomba by late afternoon. Back down the Golden Stairs and then up Furbur steps , which seemed to have got a lot longer on the way up. Rob was waiting for me at Katoomba and we agreed a ninety minute power nap before powering on through the night to try and finish Friday.   At Katoomba they had set up the sleeping station, well two room tent, and I settled down for some shut eye. Unfortunately no one told the family next door that this was a sleeping station and in a tent it felt like they were sitting on the edge of my bed. The temperature was dropping as daylight gave way to darkness yet again and I gave up on trying to sleep instead I stumbled off to the shower block where they had heaters which would allow me to do some massaging and also get changed in relative comfort.   This would come back and bite me in a big way later in the early hours of Friday morning as sleep depravation was now becoming a problem. Usually I have a good three hours a night but so far I probably only had three hours total, for three days, this was unsustainable. Eventually I would have to pay the piper of course, to quote Boris Johnson ‘them’s the breaks’. 

 

 

So after my ‘sleep’ break (or attempted sleep break) at Katoomba we left for Wentworth falls, again in darkness as the sun has just disappeared on Thursday evening.  Fifteen kilometres to the falls aid station and then seventeen kilometres to Woodford, the second last aid station. Rob met Sarah and I at Wentworth falls as that would be the last I saw him until early Friday morning at the last aid station, The Oaks. We also met up with Adam Darwin who we have been leap frogging for hundreds of kilometres. Adam left the aid station a few minutes before us but we caught him quickly as he was suffering with foot blisters the size of footballs. He was obviously in pain but was still moving forward with a pacer.

Remember I mentioned earlier I would have to eventually pay the piper for my lack of sleep during the event well between Wentworth falls and Woodford I paid , big time.  The trail from Wentworth falls to Woodford is generally up hill and for the last few kilometres to the aid station very up hill. It was during the last few kilometres I lost my grasp of reality and the forest just turned into a hallucination, everywhere I looked things weren’t as they should be. I have hallucinated many times, mainly in backyard ultras, but nothing compared to what I was experiencing , the whole forest just came alive with all sorts of stuff. It was actually quite cool as I’ve always enjoyed the games the mind plays when it is totally sleep deprived and you are totally fatigued.

Luckily the aid station was only a few kilometres away and both Sarah and I needed sleep. There was two stretcher beds with blankets at Woodford and we both grabbed a bed with blankets and got some shut eye. We asked the volunteers to wake us in 30 minutes and as we awoke Adam turned up with his pacer. It was freezing cold of course and we settled into seats as Adam got his blisters looked at by the course paramedic, the volunteers provided some great toasties and tea but it was time to leave and move towards the last aid station which we would hope to arrive at just before sunrise.

This was now into early Friday morning and I was still sleep depraved. I would try and walk three or four steps with my eyes closed before opening them and then repeating the process. Unfortunately there was 22 kilometres between Woodford and The Oaks and we were both absolutely knackered. We were averaging 10 minute kilometres and doing the numbers we would not get to The Oaks before sunrise, things were starting to look grim. Eventually Sarah called it was time for a dirt nap, we were both dead on our feet.

Sarah had a pretty cool trail sleeping blanket so gave me her space blanket which I sued with mine and wrapped myself up like a burrito. These space blankets are surprisingly warm and I was pretty toasty in the dirt. Sarah set her alarm for 10 minutes and we both dosed. The alarm went off far too early and we both raised ourselves as the sun rose, it was pretty cool truth be told. Welcome to Friday morning with the image below greeting us.

Once we awoke from our dirt nap I knew I needed to get to the next aid station quickly and get some Rob time before the push for the finish. I was worried that sleep depravation would get the better of me so close to the finish. My good friend Darlene Dale was pulled out of the Delirious a few years ago within 20 kilometres of the finish and I was desperate not to go through that. Thus I had to say my goodbyes to Sarah which pained me as she had been such good company but I just needed to step on and finish as quickly as possible.

I jettisoned all the extra clothing I had on to get me through the night , go down to shorts and a running shirt and hit the afterburners. This took Rob by surprise because as I arrived at The Oaks there was no sign of him and he admitted he had me arriving later than I did. IFinally beat his spreadsheet !) In his defence he was only a few minutes away and when he arrived I changed clothes and shoes for the last time and set off on the last leg for the finish line.

For the last loop I put on the Hokka Mach 5’s, a brand new white pair and they felt great. The Altra Olympus 4’s I had worn for the whole race are great shoes but better suited to single trail, they don’t have the cushioning that this race needs and when I come back next year it will be in a pair of Hokka Mach 5’s.

The last leg is a straight line initially and then a loop in the opposite direction to last time we ran the loop,  four days ago.  (anti-clockwise this time.) I knew we had to do this loop but wasn’t sure where the loop started , luckily while I was wondering which way to go a car pulled over and pointed me in the right direction.  I was still feeling good but the loop seemed to go on for ever and to add to my woes my iphone decided to die and my cable didn’t seem to be working with my back batteries, joy ! I was blind albeit I knew where I was on the course and which way to go but was starting to second guess myself as I seemed to be running for such a long time. Again I was thankful this was early morning in sunshine, I couldn’t imagine going though this in the dark and second guessing yourself, I was certainly missing Sarah now.  Eventually I hit the weir and knew all I had to do know was climb the hill to the finish, what could go wrong now.

Well it seems quite a lot. ! As I run the climb I came to a turn off and saw some pink bunting, did we take this off shoot from Glenbrook four days ago, I couldn’t remember. This was when I needed my iphone and Gaia,  unfortunately my iphone was dead and I couldn’t work out how to text Rob on the Garmin tracker. I was totally done so decided just to sit down and wait for some direction from the general public. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long before Jac Cresp’s Husband and Son stopped and asked if I needed help. It seems the son recognised me after meeting me earlier in the race at the  Katoomba showers.  They pointed me in the right direction and I was off again on the final rise to the finish line.

As I was taking so long Shaun had sent a chaperone to point me to the finish and I was happy for the help, I made a big effort to look reasonable for the finish and put on a spurt, for the camera of course, I was done !

 

Done and dusted, 73 hours and 8 minutes official time but it was so much more.  The elevation made it incredibly hard but the company, incredible conditions and scenery made up for that. At the end I promised never to run it again but two weeks later I can’t wait for entries to open and that sums up 200 milers, they become addictive. Next time we can’t get conditions as good so it’ll be a challenge for sure but I’ll be better prepared albeit the Race Director has found another 4,000metres of elevation and is keen to add this to the 10,000metres we already climb, joy ! I’m smiling as I type these words remembering some of the experiences I shared on the trail. Bad experiences, there weren’t any as such, there was challenging times of course and times it was a struggle just moving forward but that’s the point, the race makes you look deep within yourself and allows you to ask yourself questions which are , in normal life, you can’t answer. This is the reason you run a 200 miler, to find out who you really are. ?

 

 

 

As I mentioned earlier there would be an after shot straight after finishing and I love this image, trying to contemplate what has just happened and the relief to have finished.  This image sums up what a 200 miler takes out of you, everything, there is nothing left to give and that’s how I roll.  I love it.

So what do you get for finishing a 200 miler in the Blue Mountains bar memories , well a half finished jigsaw of course with the promise of the missing pieces if you run another 200 miles in the Blue Mountains. How good is that ? You’d have to return surely, wouldn’t you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally some products that helped me through the race and should be in your drop bags or backpack for all 200 milers… fisiocrem ( https://www.fisiocrem.com.au/ ) is just bloody brilliant and does exactly what it says it does , it just gets the major muscle groups moving again. I use this extensively towards the end of the race when my quads are hammered.  It really makes a difference and allows me to move back through the gears towards the end of an event when most runners are stumbling home.

 

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’ !

 

 

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