Oxfam Trailwalker. 12:09:30. 90 seconds quicker last year, but course was 1km longer this time. Sounds straightforward when you put it like that, but a few 'challenges' to work with this time round. Good team effort to keep it together.
Arrived at Brooklyn at 6am to a hive of excited activity, and a beautiful Spring day. Well, lovely day for support crewing but already clear that it was going to be warm and humid for those running. In the end, temperature spent much of the day in the 20's with humidity in the mid 80%'s - tough for the big blokes in the team. Fortunately Im a short-arse that doesn't sweat much.
Donned the superb team-hats that Katrin had put together, and headed out of the carpark at 7am on to the b*stard hill out of Brooklyn. Settled in to a nice rhythm up the top, joined only by Toby's team who stayed with us for the first 45min, until we snuck away when the singletrack started.
All good until about an hour when I started to develop a sore spot in my left calf, which I think was a throw-back to ankle roll in the Jabulani run. Not ideal with 90k to go, and not a great feeling with 3 keen team-mates relying on you. Not much to do but keep running and cross the fingers. Took a little while to stop compensating, evidenced by other knee getting sore but eventually sorted my head out and after another hour I started to gain confidence that it was going to be annoying, but not deteriorate.
Pace was good thru' to Berowra Waters, but a bit disjointed rhythm wise. Was the first time we'd run with Jon W, and it took a little while to calibrate. Highlight of this section was coming around a blind corner to find someone had set up a tent in the middle(!) of the track. Took a dive over the invisible guy rope, and pointed out to the occupants that there might be a 'couple' of other people coming past shortly. Funny.
Just before the first checkpoint at Berowra Jono rolled his ankle. Badly. When I stopped to take a look and saw the swelling was bad enough to create a muffin top over the top of his shoe, figured we were done for the day. Impressively, he kept going without pause up the hill to waiting support crew. Katrin's gym background came in handy here with an expert ankle taping job, and we headed out on the next section still 4 minutes up on last year. To complete the ankle story, he just ran on it until the end and said no more of it. Here's a photo of ankle at the finish after the swelling went down.
ankle
Started to fund our rhythm now, and rolled thru' Mt Kuringgai, and down to Bobbin Head nicely. Quick water refill at Bobbo, and then quick up the hill to the Sphinx and halfway. Went thru' in 5:48 compared to 6:00 last year. The course opens out a bit thru' to St Ives showground, giving a growing feeling of running rather than rock-hopping. Getting pretty warm now, with Jono and Bull starting to feel the heat a bit. Boring out and back on a tarmac bike path, across Mona Vale Rd at 7.5hrs, and in to the home straight towards Belrose. Feeling great thru' here, but Jono starting to flag a bit. Found a comfortable tempo and rolled thru' to the gratuitous climb up the hill and back to Belrose. Checkpoint moved from last year, adding an extra 1km (thanks). Took a slight pause here to recharge, with Jono having a bit of a downer and feeling a bit queezy. Suggested he should try throwing up as its worked for me in the past. Sure enough after a puke he perked up, and was good for the rest of the day.
Back down to the Cascades, and it was Bull's turn for a flat spot. A few cramps and tired he dropped in to grind mode and chugged along quietly in the hurt box. He was hesitant to hand over his pack until I pointed out that I've given my pack to a chick in the past (thanks Kim!). Arrived at Roseville bridge 5min down on last year's split, to be met by the kids with Thomas giving an impromptu trombone performance after music lessons. Golden.
The grind continued around Killarney, past home and up to Ararat oval just on 6pm. Lights on, and headed out at 10:58. Bull started to come good, and the pace slowly lifted thru to Spit Bridge. With 7k to go the boys worked out they were in with a shot of matching last years time and took off. Literally. Hammered up the hill from the bridge, and thru to Balmoral at a silly pace which held thru to the finish. Glad we knew where to go as the course markers weren't out yet. I was hanging on the back wondering where the hell that came from, until we arrived just after 7pm to be greeted by organisers bearing champagne bottles. Phew.