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Sunday Sep 5, 2010 #
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Drank beer & stayed up late for Ant's 40th, squeezed in to a weekend of kiddie activities. Unsuprisingly felt a sore throat coming on the next morning. Better take it easy.
Saturday Sep 4, 2010 #
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Started out for a jog, but aborted when knee felt a bit sore - fascia around the right patella. Not too bad, but run didn't feel like it was achieving much anyway.
Hip flexors tight. Need to see Gav.
Hip flexors tight. Need to see Gav.
Friday Sep 3, 2010 #
Cycling 55:00 [3]
At 5pm I remembered that I'd promised to ride Katrin's MTB back home form the shop. Problem was that I hadn't brought any riding gear with me, and she heads off tomorrow for a week of riding.
Wandered down to the shop thinking through the feasibility of riding home in a suit (Andy Hill commute?). But through an incredible stroke of timing, the new shop kit had arrived today, so there was a fresh set of riding gear waiting for me.
Rode home in bike clothes, but with business shoes on eggbeater pedals. Funnily enough the hard flat sole worked OK - much better than running shoes. Was enjoying feeling a bit Macgyver, but then karma caught up as it started to rain.
Wandered down to the shop thinking through the feasibility of riding home in a suit (Andy Hill commute?). But through an incredible stroke of timing, the new shop kit had arrived today, so there was a fresh set of riding gear waiting for me.
Rode home in bike clothes, but with business shoes on eggbeater pedals. Funnily enough the hard flat sole worked OK - much better than running shoes. Was enjoying feeling a bit Macgyver, but then karma caught up as it started to rain.
Thursday Sep 2, 2010 #
Cycling (Commute) 1:00:00 [3]
Soft pedal with Katrin's scalpel in to the shop. I had no idea what was going on the gears ratios with the 2*10, but I suspect it is really good when you're used to it.
Cycling (Commute) 1:00:00 [3]
Left the city on Katrin's new road bike. Arrived home on my new road bike. Sorry dear.
Not exaggerating to say bike was lighter than my backpack.
Not exaggerating to say bike was lighter than my backpack.
Wednesday Sep 1, 2010 #
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....back to the run....
Uneventful run along the fire-trail out of Brooklyn, getting a feel for the pace of the boys. About halfway along a call came from a team a bit behind "did anyone drop a GPS?". Sure enough, the pin had popped on my watch band, so I dropped back to collect it with profuse thanks. I took a note of the guy's team number to be able to send a thanks after the run. I looked up the number this evening and found the team was called 'City Bible Forum' - talk about practicing what you preach.
Hit the singletrack after about 45 minutes, at which point most of the teams around us disappeared, and trotted through to Cowan behind a very serious sounding team called 'Redemption'. I think they blew up while leading late in the run last year, and were back to 'redeem' themselves. For the next couple of hours they yo-yo'd around us. Zooming of ahead, slow thru' a checkpoint, then zooming to catch up again. They didn't look like they were really working as a team or holding a steady pace, so we figured they'd blow up at some stage (they did).
The run has 8 checkpoints where you can grab supplies. Was most pleased at the first to be met by a support crew of 3 lasses all keen to see us on our way as efficiently as possible. Talk about luxury.
Got a bit tired after 3 hours - the sleepy kind. It must have shown, as a status update text from support crew sent from Berowra checkpoint read "Boys though first and moving well. Mounty looking a bit tired but in good spirits". Ouch. Usually the tired patches last about an hour but this one dragged on, and I struggled a bit to get food in. We dropped in to Apple Tree Bay at Bobbin Head after about 5 hours. I was starting to get a bit sick of feeling tired, and quietly wondering if the lack of preparation was catching up with me.
I chugged a can of Red Bull, which seemed to act as a trigger to feeling better again, and steadily improved as we ran up the switchback hill to the Sphinx. By the time we reached halfway at the Sphinx I was on the mend, and starting to enjoy. I then stupidly got distracted at the checkpoint chatting with volunteers, and chugged a large cup of strong gatorade. Stomach rebelled instantly. Decided the best approach would be to pretend it never happened, so I quietly wandered off the side of the track away from the CP and puked it up again.
Long story short, from 50k on I just felt better and better which continued to the end of the run. I have no idea why, but not going to complain.
60km checkpoint at St Ives showground was a bit of a status check. There was a big dogleg, so we could see there were 3 teams about a quarter of an hour behind but I didn't think they looked as fresh as my boys. It had also become evident that our girls had turned in to a scarily efficient super crew and we were a couple of minutes quicker than the others thru each CP. In the time it took to sign in-out, my camelbak had been refilled with water, a banana and mandarin in the side, and a couple of gu's in the waist-belt. Awesome.
The next 20k through to Roseville bridge went great, and we built a sizeable gap to the teams behind. Mostly due to a combination of steady pace, running well together, and 'granny gear' style through the rough stuff - short, quick soft steps through the rocks is defintely the way to go in long trail runs for efficiency and leg maintenance.
Popped out in to the park at Roseville Bridge to mark 80km, and be joined by young Annika for a bit. Katrin did some super-mumming today....
- Drop kids at school
- Do a 4 hour ride
- Collect kids, drop Tom at Taekwondo in Lindfield
- Come down to Roseville Bridge to meet us on way through
- Drive back to Lindfield to collect Tom, drive to Forestville to drop Annika at gymnastics
- Then drive back to Arrarat oval to meet us at the next CP. I was well impressed to be met by different kids at adjacent CPs.
While all that was going on, we were trotting around Killarney Heights - my home track. Keith was starting to get a bit crampy, so we stopped for a sec. to give him a chance to down some electrolyte tablets. Sure enough, they came straight back out again. So he grabbed another couple and tried again. This went on for a bit until i think he just gave up and started running again. Hardcore.
Arrived at Arrarat oval on dusk, to be met by a rapidly growing support crew, and only 10km to go. Got through to the Spit Bridge OK, at which point Keith's puking caught up with him and he started to run out of gas. When you've run 95k however, and can see the finish lights up on Middle Head nothing was going to stop him and we got through to Balmoral with the pace not dropping too much at all.
Cheerful run along Balmoral beach, complete with the slightly bizarre incident when I was attacked by a young child wielding a foam light sabre, before climbing the evil stairs on to middle head and in to the finish in 12:07. Champagne fight on the line, shortly after which Keith proved that he really had finished with nothing in the tank and was taken off to hospital to get on a drip.
Great day. I'm still not sure how I got away with it.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/46325100
(Garmin travelled by support crew car between Berowra and Bobbin).
Uneventful run along the fire-trail out of Brooklyn, getting a feel for the pace of the boys. About halfway along a call came from a team a bit behind "did anyone drop a GPS?". Sure enough, the pin had popped on my watch band, so I dropped back to collect it with profuse thanks. I took a note of the guy's team number to be able to send a thanks after the run. I looked up the number this evening and found the team was called 'City Bible Forum' - talk about practicing what you preach.
Hit the singletrack after about 45 minutes, at which point most of the teams around us disappeared, and trotted through to Cowan behind a very serious sounding team called 'Redemption'. I think they blew up while leading late in the run last year, and were back to 'redeem' themselves. For the next couple of hours they yo-yo'd around us. Zooming of ahead, slow thru' a checkpoint, then zooming to catch up again. They didn't look like they were really working as a team or holding a steady pace, so we figured they'd blow up at some stage (they did).
The run has 8 checkpoints where you can grab supplies. Was most pleased at the first to be met by a support crew of 3 lasses all keen to see us on our way as efficiently as possible. Talk about luxury.
Got a bit tired after 3 hours - the sleepy kind. It must have shown, as a status update text from support crew sent from Berowra checkpoint read "Boys though first and moving well. Mounty looking a bit tired but in good spirits". Ouch. Usually the tired patches last about an hour but this one dragged on, and I struggled a bit to get food in. We dropped in to Apple Tree Bay at Bobbin Head after about 5 hours. I was starting to get a bit sick of feeling tired, and quietly wondering if the lack of preparation was catching up with me.
I chugged a can of Red Bull, which seemed to act as a trigger to feeling better again, and steadily improved as we ran up the switchback hill to the Sphinx. By the time we reached halfway at the Sphinx I was on the mend, and starting to enjoy. I then stupidly got distracted at the checkpoint chatting with volunteers, and chugged a large cup of strong gatorade. Stomach rebelled instantly. Decided the best approach would be to pretend it never happened, so I quietly wandered off the side of the track away from the CP and puked it up again.
Long story short, from 50k on I just felt better and better which continued to the end of the run. I have no idea why, but not going to complain.
60km checkpoint at St Ives showground was a bit of a status check. There was a big dogleg, so we could see there were 3 teams about a quarter of an hour behind but I didn't think they looked as fresh as my boys. It had also become evident that our girls had turned in to a scarily efficient super crew and we were a couple of minutes quicker than the others thru each CP. In the time it took to sign in-out, my camelbak had been refilled with water, a banana and mandarin in the side, and a couple of gu's in the waist-belt. Awesome.
The next 20k through to Roseville bridge went great, and we built a sizeable gap to the teams behind. Mostly due to a combination of steady pace, running well together, and 'granny gear' style through the rough stuff - short, quick soft steps through the rocks is defintely the way to go in long trail runs for efficiency and leg maintenance.
Popped out in to the park at Roseville Bridge to mark 80km, and be joined by young Annika for a bit. Katrin did some super-mumming today....
- Drop kids at school
- Do a 4 hour ride
- Collect kids, drop Tom at Taekwondo in Lindfield
- Come down to Roseville Bridge to meet us on way through
- Drive back to Lindfield to collect Tom, drive to Forestville to drop Annika at gymnastics
- Then drive back to Arrarat oval to meet us at the next CP. I was well impressed to be met by different kids at adjacent CPs.
While all that was going on, we were trotting around Killarney Heights - my home track. Keith was starting to get a bit crampy, so we stopped for a sec. to give him a chance to down some electrolyte tablets. Sure enough, they came straight back out again. So he grabbed another couple and tried again. This went on for a bit until i think he just gave up and started running again. Hardcore.
Arrived at Arrarat oval on dusk, to be met by a rapidly growing support crew, and only 10km to go. Got through to the Spit Bridge OK, at which point Keith's puking caught up with him and he started to run out of gas. When you've run 95k however, and can see the finish lights up on Middle Head nothing was going to stop him and we got through to Balmoral with the pace not dropping too much at all.
Cheerful run along Balmoral beach, complete with the slightly bizarre incident when I was attacked by a young child wielding a foam light sabre, before climbing the evil stairs on to middle head and in to the finish in 12:07. Champagne fight on the line, shortly after which Keith proved that he really had finished with nothing in the tank and was taken off to hospital to get on a drip.
Great day. I'm still not sure how I got away with it.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/46325100
(Garmin travelled by support crew car between Berowra and Bobbin).
