A random update

Last month I posted that I had decided to toughen up and get fit, so I drew up a very gentle 3 month training plan, and off I went.

2 weeks into it, things were gong well and I was about to step up to a 5km run. Wow, 5km. Without stopping. And I got a monstrous cold.

This put me out of action for two weeks. The first week I couldn’t have run, and the second week I was being uncharacteristically sensible and giving my body the chance to fully recover.

But 2 weeks of inactivity after after only 2 weeks of gentle running put me back to square one.

I have been back running for 2 weeks, and gently built up to a 4km run last weekend. It is going well, with no heart related concerns, just my general lack of fitness. Hopefully my sensible gentle slow approach will allow me to build up to some proper running again.

What it has confirmed for me is that I just love to run. The very simple act of putting on foot in front of the other feels incredibly good to me.

I did not realise how much I missed it until I started running again.

9 Month Check Up

No, I am not pregnant

On Sunday it was 9 months since my heart attack.

As I mentioned in my previous post, last month’s stress-test ECG showed that there is nothing wrong with my heart.

And last week at my 9 month check up I was told that all of my blood test results were fine –  my cholesterol level is so low that the dosage in my anti-cholesterol drugs has been reduced .

Which is all great news, but doesn’t explain why I still feel crap.

My doctor was moderately surprised when I told him that the most energetic thing I have done since Christmas was to mow the lawns each week. He really was expecting me to be running again by now.

We had a long and thorough session, and in the end he convinced me that perhaps I just need to HTFU (this is a common endurance athlete term – I think in the UK it is expressed as TTFU – he didn’t quite use those words).

In essence we decided that I might be feeling unfit simply because I am unfit. And if I bite the bullet and get myself fit, I could then feel better. Hard to argue with that logic.

So I have put together a training plan. It is a lot different from my last training plan, where I was building up to my 5x50km, and was actually quite a challenge to get balanced.

I started on Monday with a very quiet jog of a shade under 3km.

Of course after 3 months of not running, my legs were rather stiff and sore, and 3km felt like a Very Long Way. I have run marathons that felt easier.

But on the positive side I only had one short moment of chest pain, and there have been no on-going chest pains (unlike my ECG test, which made my chest hurt for about 10 days). And I haven’t been totally wiped-out exhausted either.

It’s looking good after day 1. Check back here in another 3 months and I will let you know how I got on.

A run – of sorts

It has been 8 months since my heart attack, and I am finally feeling some real improvement. I have some energy back and have found myself thinking about running again.

I even went for a semi-run recently.

I had a heart stress test at the hospital, where they wired me up to an ECG machine,  took an ultra sound scan of my heart while I was rested, then put me on a treadmill for a bit and took another scan to see how my heart responded.

In the days beforehand I was quite excited at the prospect of running , even a short run on a treadmill with wires hanging off me. And it was as good as I had hoped. I was having so much fun during the test that they told me I was one for the very few heart patients who actually enjoy it. And they couldn’t remember when anyone else had asked for the treadmill to go faster.

To get a scan of my heart under stress, they wanted me to get to my “predicted maximum heart rate” – which they calculated at 169 beats/minute. When my heartbeat got to this target, they said the scan is best if I can keep working for longer, so I kept going and eventually got to 112% of my predicted maximum. I think that is awesome, but I’m not sure. I’m not sure whether it was good for me either. I’m an ultra runner, the whole idea is to go slow and conserve energy. My heart rate probably hasn’t been that high any other time this century.

The test results were negative – which is a positive result. No abnormalities in my heart at rest or under stress. This is great news, and I can officially “resume gentle exercise”.

Except that I can’t just yet. I have had chest pains and lethargy since the test. I am hoping that it is because my heart and lungs are not used to working that hard, and that it won’t happen when I get to do some gentle running. And of course the medical staff can’t tell me why – the scan shows there is nothing wrong with my heart.

We are still frantic at the office, but that all goes away at the end of the month, or perhaps the first week of April. I deliberately chose not to try and run while I am working long hours, and am really looking forward to being able to dust off my running  shoes next month.

I just have to recover from my hospital check up first. That really was hard work.

A Book Review – of sorts

I have not run since 23 December. This is due to a number of factors, one of them being that I am taking longer than I expected to recover from my heart attack.

I decided to read a few endurance running books to help keep me interested over the summer, and want to share my thoughts on “Running Crazy” by Helen Summer

The book is a series of interviews with members of the UK 100 marathon club, with a chapter for each runner interviewed.

Running 100 marathons in your lifetime! I found it hard to get my mind around it.

There are some amazing stories in the book, from some truly impressive and inspirational runners. From the bloke who didn’t start running until after he had a heart attack , to the young woman who ran 100 marathons before she turned 30, the achievements are staggering.

Because the interviews all followed a similar template, the stories do get a bit repetitive. There are only so many answers to “why did you start running?” and “Does your partner run?”. And I personally found the author’s propensity to make each interview about herself (“I couldn’t run to the end of the street”, “I would rather stay in bed”, “I like to eat ….”) a bit irritating.

But the runners themselves are fascinating – Oldest, youngest, slowest, fastest average times, shortest number of months, longest number of years are all there.

Along with the average runners who just decided to run a lot of marathons. Respect to all of them.

I first became aware of the concept of running 100 marathons (and recording/celebrating the achievement) before I ran my first ultra. At that time I thought it was incredible – not only the running, but the commitment. I thought I could probably do a marathon every 3 months, and at that rate it would take 25 years to clock up 100. I have trouble committing to the next 25 weeks. It was mind numbing. Then there are the logistics. I live in a provincial New Zealand town, with a 2 hour drive to the nearest marathon. The time and cost required to travel to 4 marathons a year would be significant. Multiply that by 25!

Having read “Running Crazy” I started to think about it from an ultra runner’s perspective. There are a few chapters in the book where admiration was expressed for people who managed the astonishing act of running marathons on consecutive weekends (referred to as “a back-to-back”). A few super humans had even done marathons on consecutive days!

This made me reflect that most ultra marathon training plans will recommend back-to back long runs – meaning Saturday and Sunday, not one long run on two consecutive weekends. When I was training for my 5×50 at 50, I would routinely run a hilly marathon distance on Saturday, followed by a similar run on Sunday. Then repeat the next weekend. I think I ran 5 marathon distance training runs in 6 weeks. With this as my frame of reference, the concept of running 100 marathons has shrunk to only a handful of years (apart from the logistical problem of there not actually being any marathons where I live).

Now that I am over the mental hurdle, I just have to recover from the heart attack. Watch this space…..

6 months on

Yesterday it was 26 weeks since my heart attack.

And it will be 6 calendar months tomorrow.

So I thought I would split the difference and post something today.

At one point I thought I would post monthly updates on my recovery and associated and return to running. The posts haven’t happened because the running hasn’t happened.

In my previous post (November, 4 month update) I was frustrated at my slow progress, which felt like “two steps forward, one step back”.

Then in mid-December, after a careful build up, I managed to run 5km. It was slow and painful and I loved it. I realised that I had not run 5km since the previous March, and I was very excited. For no real reason I had built 5km into a major milestone in my mind, and I convinced myself that I had turned the corner.

I had a couple of 3 and 4 km runs in the following week, then tried another 5km just before Christmas. My heart/chest/breathing handled this fairly well given the circumstances, but my legs reminded me that it had been a long time between drinks, and when I had about 500 metres to go my hamstring decided that it had had enough. Of course I was so fixated on clocking up another 5km run that I did not walk to the end, I kept running (with a limp) until my gps said 5km.

I have only had one run since. With a lot on over the holiday period, and physio appointments hard to get, I decided to simply rest my hamstring and let it heal itself.

My heart-attack recovery has probably been helped along by the rest. I have more energy now than at any time in the last 12 months. If things weren’t so hectic at work I might have been tempted to go for a run last week.

This is not to say that I am back to 100%, there is still a way to go (although I recently mentioned to some one that I was only at 80%  and they replied that they only get to 80% on a good day. So these things are all relative).

I am encouraged about the progress though, and can almost imagine myself being strong enough to run again in a month or so, once we are over the busy period at work.

With a bit of luck and some careful management I might actually post something about running later this year.

Recovering from a heart attack

But very bloody slowly.

Yesterday it was 4 months since my heart attack.

In my previous  post I was excited that I had managed to run 3km on the treadmill.

I followed that up with a couple more 3km runs, every second day, then I hit a bad patch and couldn’t run for two and a half weeks. I was just too tired. It was a bit of “two steps forward, one step back” as far as my recovery went. Very frustrating.

I have seen 3 doctors for routine check ups over the last 6 weeks, and they have all asked “Well, are you back running yet”?

The implication that I took from the casual way they asked was that they expected me to back to normal – at least normal for a normal person, not normal for an ultra runner.

It was a bit disconcerting that I still didn’t have enough energy for running. The doctors weren’t concerned – they all checked to see whether my heart was still beating (it was) and sent me on my way.

So I spent two weeks being careful to get a lot of rest and sleep, and cut back my hours at work (I am doing about 40 hours per week, so not yet back to full-time hours).

And it seems to have helped. I have had two 3km runs in the last week, and I don’t feel horrible. I am even hopeful that I will be able to manage a third before the week is out, without setting back my recovery again.

I can see a very faint light at the end of the recovery tunnel. It still looks to be an extremely long way away, but at least I am moving in the right direction. And hey, that’s what this blog is supposed to be about – running an extremely long way.

I went for a run this weekend . . . .

I managed a very tentative 3km on the treadmill.

Which doesn’t seem much, considering that this is a blog about running ultra-marathons.

A quick recap for those of you who came in late – in May 2012 I turned 50 and marked the occasion by running 50km per day for 5 consecutive days.

In July this year, aged 51, I had a heart attack.

This weekend was my first run since the heart attack, which was exactly 3 months ago. And I hadn’t run for 3 weeks before the heart attack, so it has been nearly 4 months since I was able to run (that was only 3km, my last significant run was 6km late in March. No wonder I have been so grumpy!)

I dislike running on the treadmill, but I was too nervous to go and run in the real world.

Everything hurt –and I loved it.

It reaffirmed that I run simply because I love to run.

Most of the aches were simply from having my first run after doing very little for several months. All the usual suspects were felt, with my knees hurting the most.

My chest got a little tight/uncomfortable, although it was nothing worse than I have put up with over the last 3 months, and nothing that felt like a pending heart attack. I think (hope) it was just from being unfit.

It has probably been 10 years since I was this unfit, and it is quite unfamiliar.

Apart from the fantastic fact that I ran for 22 minutes and my heart didn’t explode, I am delighted that I can just go and jog 3k after months of inactivity.

I am also delighted that it was the first time that I felt I had the energy to try and run. I don’t really care whether this was because I stopped taking  the beta-blockers, or just because I am almost recovered.

 I just enjoyed having the energy  to run.

The crap we carry whilst running

I wrote this article for http://www.ultratales.co.uk a UK based ultra running e-zine that I enjoy. Then I thought I might as well post it here as well.

First a quick update – I am recovering well , but still don’t have the energy to try running. I discussed this with the cardiologist and he suggested that I stop taking the beta blockers (my heart rate was only 50, and my blood pressure is fine). Hopefully I will have the energy for a run next week. Watch this space.


I am having an enforced break from running after my heart attack, so I took the opportunity to sort through my box of running kit. It made me realise just how much stuff I carry with me when I go for a run, and I thought it might be interesting to document it all.

I don’t carry all of this gear for every run, so I will include what I take for an unsupported run of around 4 hours on reasonably remote/isolated trails. Note that this is what I carry on a training run, it is not necessarily the minimum gear required by any specific race. And it is NOT intended as a gear review, so I won’t get into the pros and cons of various brands or models.

Technology – The first items are always my phone and earphones. The phone does multi duty as an MP3 player, camera, GPS logger and GPS live tracker. Sometimes I even use it to send texts or make phone calls. If it is raining the phone goes in a small waterproof map pouch.

 I don’t listen to music if I have company, but I enjoy it on a solo run. The music is mostly rock, with a lot of that being ‘80s hair bands. I have 21 hours of music on board, and don’t bother with playlists. I simply let it cycle through from A to Z then start again.

The GPS logger started out as a means of finding out where I had been, but I will confess that I quickly become addicted to recording my distance. It has been useful to plan subsequent runs, as in “OK, it is 16 km round that hill, then I can do 10km over this hill, and link up with that 12km track…”

The live tracker app was a recent addition, mostly as a safety precaution. If I become overdue on a bush track somewhere in the back of beyond, it will be useful to give the Search and Rescue crew an idea of where I was. It only updates when it has a cell phone signal, but it is better than nothing. It has been interesting to review the files and see where the pockets of cell phone coverage are.

With the cell phone doing all this multi-tasking, the next item is a USB battery backup pack. It can double the battery life of the phone, which should be enough for any mis-adventures that I get into.

The final bit of electronics is a wristwatch. It is handy to be able to check and see whether I am going to be home in time for lunch. Or know whether I have to stop next time I am in cell phone range and send an apologetic/reassuring “a bit slower than expected but still OK and moving forward’ text.

Clothing accessories – On a hot day I will wear a running cap to stop my bald patch getting burnt, and to keep me from overheating. On sunny days I also take a pair of light weight cycling glasses to stop frying my eyeballs.

On a frosty day I wear a thin merino “skull cap” type beanie and silk gloves. If it is mid-winter and I am going to be well away from civilisation I will take a thermal base layer top and bottom along with a waterproof jacket. I don’t often to run in a jacket, even if it is raining – my skin is waterproof and I won’t rust or shrink – but I carry it as a safety measure in case I have an injury or accident and stop generating body heat.

And I find myself increasingly in need of my discount store reading glasses so I can read the cell phone.

Food and drink –older readers will remember what this is. The younger readers will know it as “Nutrition and Hydration”.

I am fairly cheap, so I make my own electrolyte replacement gel by buying sports drink powder and mixing it to the consistency of goo with just a little water. I have two small squeezie bottles that each hold 3 shots of this.

For solid food I take a couple of peanut butter and jam sandwiches, a banana and a commercial energy bar. I will usually carry a few gummy snakes in a zip lock bag; these are good for the odd sugar rush, or just to reward myself for making it to the top of an 8 kilometre long hill.

Water is usually carried in 4×230 ml bottles on a “fuel belt”.  On a cool day this will usually see me through 4 hours, on a warm day I try to plan a route that takes me past a creek that I can refill from. I was once caught out halfway up the previously mentioned 8 kilometre hill on a hot summer day when I discovered that the creek was dry. That made the second half of the run quite a challenge. If I know I will need more water I will take a bladder in a backpack. I don’t put energy drink in the bottles or bladder, to avoid tainting them. Instead I get all my electrolytes from the gel shots.

Other stuff – I always have anti chafe goo in a pump bottle, and the tail end (pun intended) of a roll of toilet paper. 

Depending on the particular track, I often carry a rudimentary first aid kit – sticking plasters, strapping tape, scissors, whistle, bandage. Essentially the mandatory kit from the Coast to Coast multi-sport race. And a survival blanket in case thing get really serious.

If I am going to be running along roads with no footpaths I will wear a hi-viz vest. This is quite effective at retaining a bit of body heat on a cold day, but even better than that it is a none-size-fits-all vest that hides all of the gear I am carrying. It can be amusing to see people’s reactions when I reach under my vest and pull out a gel bottle. Then a bit later some anti-chafe. Followed by a peanut butter sandwich and a bottle of water.


All this, plus 4 hours of food

Where does it all go? – Surprisingly, most of this stuff fits in the pockets on my running shirt.

A large zipped pocket on the lower back takes the first aid kit, survival bag and battery unit.  There is a smaller pocket on each hip, which share between them the two gel squeezies, the anti-chafe bottle, the solid food and glasses. If I am wearing a hat and gloves, they usually go in a hip pocket once I warm up, although they also sit comfortably in the waistband of my shorts.

The phone sits in a cheap cell phone pouch that I hang on the fuel belt. The rear pocket on the fuel belt will have some toilet paper and the smaller front pouch takes a handful of gummy snakes.

If I am taking the extra clothing I will carry it in a small backpack, which then allows me to use a 1.5 litre water bladder instead of the fuel belt. It also means I can take some of the heavier items out of the rear pocket of my shirt.

I don’t travel light – I realise that this is a lot more than other people carry, but I eat and drink a lot on a long run, and I like the peace of mind of knowing that I have some safety gear if something goes wrong when I am a few hours away from civilisation.

I have done a few runs where I knew I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) stop to refill my water, so started out with a staggering (almost literally) 3 litres on my back. That is 3kg of water, before all the other bits. If nothing else it serves as great resistance training.

It would be interesting to hear what approach other runners take.


Picture courtesy of Scott B Wesley. The inspiration sign was NOT part of the design brief

As Serious as ….. a Heart Attack

I had a heart attack last Saturday evening.

Which was a hell of a shock, but might explain why I have felt like crap and been unable to run for several months.

It was almost amusing watching the Emergency Department doctor running through the heart attack risk assessment questions –

  • Over 65 – No
  • High blood pressure – No
  • Diabetes – No
  • Overweight – No
  • Smoker – No
  • Ever been a smoker – No
  • Heavy drinker – No
  • Stressed – No
  • Family history – No
  • Previous attacks – No

I could almost see them stop and ask why the hell I was there.

I have been home for a few days now, and am recovering well. They tell me that it was “only” a mild attack, which is a relief of sorts –  I certainly wouldn’t want to experience anything worse, it was excruciating at the time. Apparently I should recover fully and be able run again in a few months.

So although this blog was set up with the sole purpose of chatting about my 5x50km efforts, if I celebrate my return to running with another crazy ultra-running scheme I will post about it here.  I am in no hurry though. At the moment I am happy to just be breathing in and out.

Ann and our daughters Olivia, Antonia and Hillary have been fantastic. It would have been so much harder to get  through this without them and the support I have received from our wider families.

Denise, Fiona and Noeleen are doing a marvellous job of keeping the business running while I am recuperating, and I have been humbled by the messages and support from my friends and business colleagues.

Sorry, this is meant to be a running blog. Check back in a few months to see whether I am dong any.

World 24 Hour Running Champs – Crew Report

Insanity is hereditary, you get it from your kids.

Which is how I got involved with running ultra-marathons. Our daughter Antonia talked me into my first one in 2010 and she has gone on to run several since then.

Her most recent event was representing New Zealand at the World 24 Hour Running Championships in Holland recently. The timing was great for me and Ann – we were going to be in Scotland for Antonia’s wedding in June, so we went a few weeks earlier which allowed me to join Antonia’s sister Olivia as support crew for the champs. It also allowed us to meet Antonia’s fiancé Scott for the first time, but that is a different story.


Proudly wearing the Silver Fern during the Opening ceremony




Antonia has written an excellent report of her race (http://www.petitefeetrunaway.blogspot.co.uk/), so I thought I would write this from my perspective on the crew.

Olivia and Antonia had crewed for the New Zealand team at the Commonwealth Champs in 2011 and the World Champs in 2012, so they knew what was involved and had met most of the kiwi team. This was my first time at a 24 hour race; it was all new to me.
The concept for a 24 hour race is reasonably simple – run for 24 hours and see how far you can get. The person with the most distance wins. It has been described as a bunch of crazy people running in circles to see who is the craziest. And yes, the support crew get to stay awake for the duration.

Antonia had found us a B&B that was located right on the race course, and it turned out to be quite handy having our headquarters this close, especially when Antonia collapsed at the end of race.

The race started at midday, and we sent Olivia down early to set up in the crew tent . The team was allocated one trestle table for the 5 team members, so space was at a premium. With 24 hours’ worth of food and drink and warm/dry/spare clothing for the runners and crew, the tent was rather cosy.

Antonia and I stayed at the B&B as long as possible, then wandered down to the start line. A few rushed photos, a short countdown, and the race was underway. We watched approximately 300 runners stream past, then finally spotted Antonia’s braids amongst the last handful of runners to cross the line. And she was already chatting to the people around her.

This year the World champs was held on a course of approximately 2.3km, so we would be seeing Antonia roughly every 15 minutes. She had prepared a very detailed set of lap-by-lap instructions for us, which was incredibly helpful, especially late in the race when we had all been up for 30 hours and my brain had turned to mush. The first few laps were exciting for me – we sorted out a routine in the crew tent, the runners settled into their rhythm, and I introduced myself to the other NZ support crews. Most of them had done this before, and they were a little more relaxed about it than I was.

Writing this several weeks after the event my memory of this section is a bit vague, so I have broken it into 6 hour chunks:
The first quarter – Midday to 6pm
The day started off cold with a very gentle but chilly breeze. Early in the race we got some light rain, and with the crew tents set back about 2 metres from the edge of the track we got wet every time our runner came around. The runners themselves seemed oblivious at that early stage, but I had wet cold feet for 20 hours.


Smiling happily in the first few hours

Antonia had prepared sheets for us to record her lap times. She wasn’t worried about them herself, but she thought it would give us something to do. Olivia and I love that sort of thing; we were carefully recording Antonia’s splits and noting how consistently she was lapping. Antonia kept chugging along, quite happy and relaxed. It seemed that every hour she was running and chatting with a different person.

The organisers had a PA system going, with speakers set up all around the course. The announcer was excitedly calling out the names of runners as they crossed the start/finish line, and it quickly became apparent that he liked Antonia. She always got a special shout out, with a mention of her smiling and waving.

As the afternoon wore on the rain settled in and it got even colder. Ann bought us some warm food for tea, and a few more clothes. Antonia didn’t seem to notice, she just kept clocking up her laps, chatting to other runners and taking her food/drink every 3rd lap as planned.

With about 30 feed laps expected, it was important to get the food and drink to her as efficiently as possible. Stopping for a minute each time would mean that she would miss half an hour of running time. We soon got a good system going, with Olivia handing food and any messages, and me handing over the small drink bottle. Antonia hardly had to slow at all.

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A very slick food and drink transfer

The second quarter – 6pm to midnight
Once the sun went down the rain got heavier, and the temperature dropped a few more degrees. Antonia kept clocking up consistent laps, and did not come in for her warm/dry clothes. I was worried that she would be getting too cold, but didn’t want to interrupt her rhythm. Eventually Olivia and I decided to pull her in and get her changed for the night. Antonia was a little surprised that we had deviated from our normal slick feed routine, but she appreciated it once we got her into warm dry clothes.

The rain did not let up, and the crew were all huddling in the cramped tent trying to keep under shelter as much as possible. And trying to keep warm.

The PA shut down at 10.00, and although we missed the updates, I found the silence quite nice as we all hunkered down to see the night through.


The crew tents at night

With us living in New Zealand and Antonia living (and running) in Scotland, we had spent the last 3 years struggling to find updates while she was doing her events. With this in mind I had setup a Facebook page with the intention of posting updates for the NZ team. Antonia had given this her blessing, as long as I remembered that it was for the whole NZ team, and not just her. As it turned out the organisers had done a good job of posting live updates from the electronic chip timing system (why don’t more race directors do this? The data is all right there, just post it on the net!), so there was no need for me to post specific lap/distance/time info. Instead I posted a few updates on how the runners and crew were doing, with the occasional photo.

The flip side was that friends and family could post support messages, and I was reasonably busy passing these onto the crews for their runners.

With a short multi lap course there was a constant stream of runners going past the tent, I had no idea how the race itself was progressing or what runners were in contention for medals. I recognised some of Antonia’s UK running friends and gave them a shout when I saw them go past. None of them know me, so it probably confused them, but it kept me entertained.

Antonia just kept on going around, maintaining her consistent lap times. She doesn’t run with a GPS or even a watch, and doesn’t like to know what sort of progress she is making. I don’t think I could do this myself, but it works for her. Olivia and I were checking her lap times, partly to get an idea of how her race was progressing, and partly so we could estimate when she would be coming around for her next feed session. With the consistent lap times Antonia was doing roughly 4 laps per hour, and by the halfway point at midnight she had run about 110km.

In her only previous 24 hour race she had run 191km. None of us had spoken about a target for the world champs, but we were all thinking that 200km was a good target. It was looking good, and Olivia and I passed some time discussing it, but we still did not mention it to Antonia.

The third Quarter – Midnight to 6.00 am (roughly dawn)
It rained quite heavily in this period, including a hail storm around 3.00. I know I was miserably cold and wet, Antonia has since told me that she didn’t notice, she was just enjoying running through the night.

What became obvious to me was the increasing number of competitors walking past, and the reduced number of competitors on the course. The walking was starting to resemble the death march that I had heard of at these events, and I think that as runners slowed to a walk the cold and wet got to them, so an increasing number decided to sleep it out in their team tent until dawn. It wasn’t a huge exodus, but it was apparent that there were less and less people on the track as the night wore on.

Manually calculating lap times got harder and harder as we got tired. What’s 14 hours 7 minutes and 23 seconds less 13 hours 53 minutes and 48 seconds? After you have been awake for 20 hours? Just as well Antonia wasn’t relying on precise splits from us.
The other NZ team members were all doing well, with all of them still running strong. Each person had their own way of approaching the race –Antonia just liked to run past with hardly a pause, and only stopped the one time, when we put her warm/dry clothes on. Some runners took each feed session as the chance for a mini rest break, stopping for a minute to chat to their crew, others had scheduled longer breaks where they sat and had a quick massage or shoe change.


Just hanging on and waiting for dawn

Wayne Botha would have to take the support crew award, he arrived at the feed station carrying two cups of hot coffee that he had picked up from the communal feed station – and presented them to his crew! Brilliant. Where was my hot chocolate Antonia?
By 4.00 am I was starting to fade, it has been a long time since I was up all night! I was only just hanging on, waiting for dawn – even though I knew that there still 6 hours to go from there. Olivia was strong through this period, and she carried me through it. Antonia was fantastic, still circulating at incredibly regular intervals.

The final quarter – 6 am to Midday

Dawn finally arrived, as it does. The rain stopped for a while and we actually had a bit of weak sunshine. There were significantly less competitors on the course now, although as things warmed up over the next few hours a few of them staggered out of the tents and started clocking up more laps.

The PA announcer started up again around 8, and it was obvious that his infatuation with Antonia had not faded during the night. She was still one of his favourite runners.


Chatting to her new friend Pieter

It was around this point in Antonia’s only previous 24 hour race that she had hit the wall and walked for 4 hours. Olivia and I checked her total distance and saw that she could afford to slow her average pace and still achieve 200km, as long as she didn’t have an extended walk break. After a bit of “should-we/shouldn’t we?” we decided to share this information with Antonia – even though she doesn’t normally like to know where she is at in a race. Once we mentioned it, Antonia admitted that she had been counting her feed laps, and that there was an enormous lap board at the start/finish line being updated off the timing chips, so she had known all along what her distance was. So much for us trying not to upset her with this information.

Antonia had also picked 200km as her target, and was starting to worry that she would not get there if she hit the wall again. 20 hours into the run, and it was finally getting serious – everything up to this point had just been the warm up, now the hard work was going to start.

I have to admit that I found these last hours quite tedious. I have no idea how the runners managed it, I was just over the whole thing and wanted it to finish. I was felling the lack of sleep, and starting to fumble around like a zombie – Olivia was running the feed sessions single-handed. I decided that a change of scenery would help me, so I walked a few laps in reverse to get photos from a different angle and offer support to runners at the back of the course.


This isn’t much fun any more

I saw Antonia and she confided that she was terrified that she was going to end up walking and miss her 200km target. I offered some pointless words of encouragement, but could not really help her much. Although she was showing the strain and had slowed marginally, she was still lapping nicely, going better than a lot of competitors. By now there was a large number of people walking slowly along on the death march, obviously just hoping to keep moving forward until the finish hooter sounded.


I don’t think Antonia is enjoying it much either.

During one of these laps I was approaching a supporter from behind as he watched New Zealand runner Kim Allen come towards him. He called out “go Kiwi – how is Antonia doing?” Kim replied that she didn’t know, but he could ask her father. I introduced myself and stopped for a chat, assuming that he knew Antonia from her UK running. It turned out that he had only met her in this race. He had run several laps with her during the night before he retired, and was so impressed by her that he was very keen to know how she was doing.

Olivia and I had another talk and agreed that Antonia was likely to get 200km, and could probably get close to 210 km if we could keep her moving at the same pace. Being as tired as we were, it took several attempts for us to calculate the required laps, remaining time, average lap time required. We decided not to share this with Antonia, but to just do what we could to keep her going. It was obvious that she was fading, so we made the call to change her food schedule, to try and get more instant energy into her. With hindsight, we should have made some different changes, and probably earlier. This might have improved her energy levels, but we will never know.

Antonia’s lap times had slipped from an incredibly consistent 14 or 15 minutes for the first 20 hours, to 16 or 17 minutes by now, but they were not getting any slower than that. At around 23.5 hours she came past to start what we knew would be the lap to clock up 200km, and we excitedly calculated that if she maintained her pace she would get close to 210km. We decided to share this with her when she came around again, to see if it would give her a mental boost.

We watched the clock while we waited for Antonia to finish that lap – 16 minutes, 17 minutes, 18, 20, ….. I got quite concerned and set off around the course to find her and check that she was OK. I caught up with her just as she walked over the start/finish line for her chip to record that she had in fact done over 200km. She was delighted, and shattered. She saw me and mumbled that she had done it, she could stop now. I tried to encourage her to keep moving, still thinking that we could convince her to try for 210km, but it soon became clear that she had run out of mental energy once she had achieved her target.

Although it had stopped raining, it was still quite cold, and Antonia was cooling down now that she was not running. I wanted to give her my jacket, but in my diminished mental state worried that this would get her disqualified, so I just convinced her to keep walking to the crew tents. During this 300 metre section she was joined on the course by her new friend Pieter. Another bloke that she had met and run with during the event, he was delighted that she had made it, and happy to walk her home. As we walked past all the crew tents, everyone seemed to know Antonia’s name and called out congratulating her as she passed. I am pretty sure she would take the award for “Personality of the race”

We got Antonia back to the NZ tent and it was obvious that she was not going to be doing any more laps. We bundled her up in warm clothes and blankets as the effort caught up with her quickly and her body started to shut down. This threw me into a panic, and Olivia had to get some help for her. We wrapped her up and Kim’s support crew kindly helped me carry Antonia to our B&B where we could get her warm and dry.


Collapsed in the team tent after 201km




Ann fed and showered Antonia while I crashed out and had my best sleep in years.


Ouch ! !

I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Ultra runners and their supporters are a great bunch of people, and the kiwi contingent are (of course) better than most.

This was a World Championships, and the runners were serious about running some ridiculously long distances, but they were also relaxed and outwardly calm about it all.

Olivia was fantastically strong throughout. She could have done the whole thing on her own, and she certainly carried me for the last 4 hours.

Antonia clocked up a staggering distance of over 200km. To put this in perspective, if you are from Nelson, it is the distance from the cathedral to Springs Junction. If you are not from Nelson, play on Google maps to see how far it is from your home. Think about driving that, then try to imagine running it. It still makes my head spin.

Ann and I are incredibly proud of her, and I would love to write an even longer essay, but I have to go and write my Father of the Bride speech now.