Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s that time of the year again. Where a group of weirdos don the oddest mix of gear and head out on a trip across the Bay of Islands. It’s Breca baby! Continue reading “Back To Breca Baby”
Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth. And that’s what happened to me in my build up to 72km The Ring of Fire Ultra, only mine was more of a gut shot. One month and two days before the big day I was literally lying flat on my back in the hospital with severe abdominal pain, that turned out to be a gangrenous appendix. So that made things interesting. Continue reading “ROF Is Not To Be ROFL’ed At.”
This is a post that, like my running, has taken a long time for me to finish. With the Ring of Fire Ultra coming up soon and with some persistent comments on social media, I got to thinking about my experiences of what it’s like at the back of the field and how it’s often misunderstood.
Shaun Collins is known by many names; Mr Hillary, Mr Lactic Turkey, The Running Beast, Arsehole, Demented Arsehole, Mr Demented Arsehole. And if you ever run at one of his events there is a good chance that you will call him all these names at some point during the day. With the inaugural Wild Auckland series, we were given ample chance for this.
I said I would show it the respect it deserved and train more for it, be better prepared for it, I’d be ready for it this time. In an act that only other trail runners would understand, I’d entered arguably one of New Zealand’s hardest events again; The Raglan Karioi Trail event, and it’s definitely a trail that demands some respect.
I’d never quite felt right in saying I run ultramarathonS since I’d only done one, it should have simply been ultramarathon. My aim was to get the ‘s’ this year, but I wasn’t planning on any of the big events. I simply couldn’t commit to the time needed for training, not to mention the cost, so what was I meant to do? Find the cheapest, easiest (it’s a relative term) event with a huge cut off. You can’t do much better than 5.5km (80m gain) loops of the Blue Lake in Rotorua, with a 24 hour cut off, oh and it’s free (though I did donate to their Give-a-little after and a bag of lollies).
I know I’ve been saying it a few times lately, but yes, I’ve been slack with my race rap ups but life has been super hectic lately. Continue reading “Time To Get Wild”