As I sit at home with a slightly sore left ankle and very tight legs, I am still trying to process all that happened yesterday.
It started at 7.40am, and in another way it also started 8 months ago when I cooked up this trilogy. But it really started close enough to a year ago (19th November) when I actually became Fat Dad.
So much has changed over that year, and yesterday was the third and final chapter of the trilogy. But it was really just another day… a VERY long day.
Stage 1- Waotu to Waipapa.
It was a misty start at 399 Waotu South Road, where I had my own support crew to see me off.
The course ran briefly along to the end of Waotu South Road, climbing to the highest point and the first vista of the river.
And then went very quickly downhill from there… but the view of the river improved.
The track ran along the lake heading upriver to the Waipapa Dam, a shortish section of around 16km.
The scenery along this section and indeed the whole track is world class, with one of the highlights being the first of two impressive swing bridges.
The next highlight was seeing the dam that marked the end of this stage.
I am lucky enough to have an amazing assortment of crazy friends and family, who have turned out in various combinations, to support me at each of the events, and this time was no different.
My sister-in-law, her hubby and two of my very good mates ably reinforced my chief support crew, with their own style of cheer-leading. For which I am most grateful, and became aware of, at the end of the first stage.
Stage 2- Waipapa to Mangakino.
After a quick restock of liquid, food items and with cries of “keep running!!” ringing in my ears, I headed off again.
Looking back on it now, I enjoyed stage 2 the most, except the actual finish. Stage 1 I was still settling into something like a rhythm (a shuffle), and stage 3 was still to come. But Stage 2, is where I did my best work, and despite the size of the hills, by the time I made it to halfway I was definitely in a good head-space.
A lot of this stage was either climbing up big hills or coming down them, the track did go past the lake a couple of times, and it did have me wondering whether I would’ve been better off going fishing instead.
Throughout the run there was both the official run distance markers and the trail markers, against which you could measure progress. On this stage there was one that I had in my head to look out for as it was where I knew it was all downhill into Mangakino from there. I had run up to this point a few days before. So in my head I knew what I had to look forward to.
Along this section, the old construction site around Lake Maretai has become all overgrown and otherworldly, and served as a nice distraction before the short run down the road to the end of stage 2 and the Beginning of stage 3.
Stage 3 Mangakino to Whakamaru (aka to hell and back).
Only a short section, a mere 12 kilometers…
The course brochure describes it as..
“The next 12km from Mangakino to Whakamaru Dam is a highlight of the day. You will enjoy the rolling gravel track as you hammer it through pockets of bush with farm land and friendly cows to your right and constant views of Lake Maraetai to your left – stunning!”
The view was as described, and the second suspension bridge was definitely a highlight.
But for me this section is best forgotten, the combination of short choppy hills with the warm afternoon breeze made it feel like running into a hair dryer on full while attempting to “hammer it along the rolling gravel track”. By this point I was rolling more like a hammer…
I dragged myself to Whakamaru Dam, and at the aid station threw two cups of water over my head before drinking one. I felt like I was burning up. My support crew cheered me onward, with larger signs and bigger noise makers, and a few jet planes helped too…
50km done only 10km to go.* (definitely not a sentence I ever thought I’d say).
Stage 4 Whakamaru to Hikurangi Island (Dunhams Reserve).
The distance markers changed from every 5k to every 2k and that helped somehow make the distance go faster. 8km with 80mins till the 9.5hr cut off, 6km with 60mins till the cut off, 4km…
Through the last drinks station.
Where the volunteers, absolutely golden, had hung around longer to make sure I had some supplies and to give me an extra cheer, along with my now officially equipped supporters club.
2km still shuffling.
1km out of the bush and a final “burst” across the causeway to the finish..
Ahh the finish….
I have so much to be thankful for, to everyone who has offered me support along this journey, I have always known, I have a wonderful bunch of crazy friends and family. Everything I have experienced on this wee adventure has just confirmed it.
It’s less than a week to go before the third and ultimate event in this challenge. Yesterday as part of the final lead, in I was able to play support crew for my wonderful amazing wife. Jules has just quietly been chipping away at the training to complete the K1 cycle race.
A 100km ride from Coromandel town to Tairua. With a tough head wind and 3 massive hills she toughed it out with her usual grit and determination. And even finished with a smile on her face.
The lady is amazing!
Mum and daughter both inspire me in so many ways and this Saturday I know it will be these two giving me all the support and inspiration I need.
So finding yourself awake at 2am or 4am or 507am is a situation that any new parent will be familiar with. Staring at the wall the other night while I waited for the jug to boil so bubs could have a bottle. I reflected on how normal it felt.
After all of the time we spent without even the concept of routine, the last few months have sped by.
Routine is a new friend. It tells me that after everything,things are ok.
Nyah is sleeping through the night about 80% of the time which has made coping with the increased training a bit easier. But it is also coincides with her becoming increasingly interactive. Recent developments include high 5’s and standing with a little help balancing.
Jules and I increasingly notice how much Nyah is defining her place in the world and making us aware how our family is developing as it accomodates this whole new multi-faceted personality.
At the end of last week I was on the verge of writing, that as we came to the end of winter, we were relishing something wonderfully close to normal life, and how happy we were simply experiencing routine.
Nyah has been making slow but steady progress against the markers that they assess for. And I had been making slow but steady progress in recovering from the marathon.
But Sunday, Sunday (the lesser known Neil Diamond Hit).
I went out for a run with my little, somewhat faster sister. And all of 10 metres into the run, I became all tangled up with my mates gangly dog, whom I was attempting to run with and who wanted instead, to chase a random distraction, on the other side of the road.
I attempted valiantly to hurdle the side of the dog, before tripping up entirely and coming to rest chin on kerb.
I hobbled the short distance home and was patched up by my always patient, ever loving wife.
That was just the start of the week.
Nyah has struggled this week with a tummy bug that saw a couple of days of full nappies followed by a couple of days of chuckie-chunders.
Jules has worn the worst of it, (on a couple of occasions this week literally).
My Wife, This Lady.
Jules is my love and inspiration, a source of motivation. I look back on all the adventures we have had and always I’m thankful that she is by my side guiding me, or in front of me urging me along, or behind me giving me a push when needed.
When I started this chapter of the adventure, The 3 long runs (aka. “Where I go out of my way to hurt myself”). I pretty much inflicted it on her, and in her ever supporting and patient way, she allowed me this extravagance.
And at the same time as providing me the time and the space to do the necessary training, Jules has also been training towards her own goal to complete in the K1 challenge. (http://www.arcevents.co.nz/k2home/raceinfo/)
Just quietly SHE IS AH MAZING!!
And as this week draws to a close, while I can’t wait for things to return to normal, I’m glad we don’t ever seem to do routine for very long.
You may not hear from me for a few hours as I concentrate on getting to the top o’ the hill at halfway. But I will share the scenery if I get reception and views.
More to come…
It took about 90 minutes to Kawakawa Bay. And included a rather big hill with an uncountable number of both zigs and zags; But the track was great underfoot and the scenery amazing!
The next 13k to the turnaround went by fairly quickly with frequent distractions in the form of the faster runners coming back down the track. Words of encouragement uttered at each meeting, helping when the energy was beginning to wane.
But by in far the coolest thing ever occurred at the turn around. As I was about a ‘k’ out, one of the trees stood up and quickly became the form of a crazy dear mate of mine. But that was just the first unexpected cool bit… As I neared the turn around point; I realized there were people there who not only knew my name, but had signs and loud voices.
I wish I had been together enough to get the photo of the welcoming party. My little sister and her family had traveled to the middle of nowhere just to surprise me…
The time at the turn around went by in a blur of hugs and well wishes.
It wasn’t until I was about a ‘k’ back down the track when I realized I had only made it to halfway…
But as I had seen the track once already I thought it was a good chance to take some photos of the highlights to keep my mind off the three hour run in front of me.
The natural progression occurred as I continued through the 33k mark. First running uphill went from just being hard to being impossible. Then even the flat ground looked uphill. However, I did manage to keep shuffling downhill with the help of gravity until the end.
At the end Jules handed me Nyah and I walked over the finish line with bubs in my arms, that photo will come later.But it was the sweetest feeling.
Well here I am again a little under a week to go to the full marathon.
I have only run two full marathons, ever…
One road run a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away….. (which I have blanked from my memory).
And an off road marathon that I got talked into last year… (The “T42”)
The more recent one was 5.48 of pure agony, and great scenery.
When I say it was 5.48 of pure agony the first 2.30 was actually pretty enjoyable but the subsequent 3 hours was less so. In a fairly expontential fashion.
My progress through the race looked like this…
My dad who was an avid runner, used to say a marathon was two sixteen kilometre runs with a ten kilometre run added on the end, and the last ten kilometre’s was as hard as the first two sixteen’s together.
I was often confused by Dad’s stories; but I expect that this run will probably hurt about the same.
I am ready for it though, I’ve been looking back at my mostly complete training schedule and I feel happy that I’ve done what I can.