When the running is good, the blogging gets shelved because who cares about anything aside from your rippling leg muscles and amazing tan when you’re at your peak fitness in the middle of summer. BEHOLD MY DEFINED CALF MUSCLES!
When you get one strained adductor, two sprained ankles, put your back out then get a chest infection it means no running, no biking, no swimming with your arms (or legs), no doing weights, no anything. The silver lining is that you have more time to write your blog and your boobs grow back (ever so slightly). Not enough for a boobie photo, but enough to wear a bra at the very least.
It’s a month coming but here’s a bit about my last trail run race in the deep south, the Luxmore Grunt.It only just occurred to me that I’ve never run the same race twice, the Luxmore Grunt is the first. I had no brother to challenge me this year. No illusions as to what to expect on the course, no doubt who would be able to beat me either as the race previews were up on Backcountry Runner. I wanted to win the race but the report identified several high-class beeches including course record holder Shireen Crumpton that would be steaming through the beech trees making short work of the hills. That’s what happens when races get popular, they draw in some pretty amazing athletes.
So… I reset my goals
- Place in the top five
- Run under 2.5 hours
- Don’t fall over
The night before the race I was staying with my brother at Whare Creek. Where’s that you ask? Here is a helpful map. The internet can see Whare Creek but Whare creek can not see the internet. Lack of internet meant I couldn’t troll people in Youtube comments to let off some steam before the big day so I had to take this pent up belligerent illiterate stream of obscenities with me out on to the trails.
Being the social b-skins that we are my brother John and I went to the Manapouri Pub beforehand and had a pint with the locals. After my first pint hit me I realised then that I don’t get nervous about races like I use to and could happily sit here and strategise over a few more. Race strategy for this year was to run faster on the flats, run up the entire hill and take it easy coming down, like, not face-planting would be a great start.
The first 5km was easy, but I was sitting in about 8th place until just before the hill and wondering how with such a good training build up I was sitting so far back in the field. I had to remind myself to run my own race, and not worry about people passing me or people still ahead.
I put the speedy starters down to inexperience and told myself with a smirk that they can enjoy their 20 minutes of glory before I take it from them on the hill. I made sure my breathing was light and my stride was long when I overtook them; make it look like I’m finding it easy when the only thing spurring me onwards is the thought of demoralising a fellow competitor. ‘Making friends is for the finish line’ says race Amanda.
My newly inflated ego carried me all the way up Mount Luxmore, only stopping high up as the trees began to thin because it got so cold I had to put my thermal back on.
This year the Men’s race leader Tane Cambridge came past me before I even broke the bush line. Either I’m going very slow or he is going extremely fast. It’s not really an either/or scenario as both were correct. Alpine air greeted my nipples with a tweak as I ran through the low tussocks and on the board walk towards Luxmore Hut. Shireen came back past me leading the race followed by the other speedy women, I was way too far behind to make up any places now and was in 6th.
I took it easy enough down the steep downhill because I wanted to be able to run the last flat 5km at a decent pace and not repeat the painful 6 minute kms of last time I raced it. Even with holding back a bit I passed one more female. Yusss. Top five Amanda you bee-a-uty! Now just stay upright until the finish. Further down I passed another woman who was walking and limping. What do I do now?
Is she in the race? I wonder why she is walking?
Is she walking because she is tired? I smell weakness. Is this a trap?
Oh no she is injured!
Oh helllll yeah, another one down!
I better stop and see if she needs help
I better leap and click my heels when I go past to show just how strong my ankles are
That sucks, an injury so close to the finish she might have placed top three
This rocks, picking up a place so close to the finish line! Pew pew pew see you later!
I yelled out to ask if she was ok as I approached so that I had time to hear her yell an answer back without breaking my stride. Several other people would have passed her already, she was able to walk AND we were close to the finish line. Justified.
The final flat part of the run was easy this year and I managed to overtake a few men in the final kilometres. Again, motivated by imagining how they would feel to be so close to the finish and to have someone who had so poorly chosen their outfit overtake them making it look ugly, but easy.
I finished fourth female and 14th overall in 2.28.47. Full results here. The women’s race was won by Lizzie Wesley Smith in 2.18.24 with Shireen Crumpton in second and Sarah Douglas third.
Dad was at the finish line to greet me with a huge smile peeking out below his Ridgeline polarfleece uniform and hands caked in mud and dried blood from that mornings’ hunting exploits. Mum was a lot cleaner and had a little purple bag full of drinks and snacks which was exactly what I needed.
I went and had a beer in the lake and iced my legs and discovered that lake beers are right up there with shower beers. Mum had forgotten where she had parked the car. She actually said ‘It’s near some trees Amanda.’ Please refer to earlier image of Whare Creek to get an idea of how many trees there are in the area.
Looking at my splits from the race I definitely need to work on running up hill, I’m really not great at it. The scenery in Fiordland is beautiful and it’s well worth the trip in to Western Southland if you want to run a race with stunning scenery hidden behind clouds that you’ll have to google image search later on to know what you are supposed to be bragging about.
January 18, 2016 at 9:35 am
Great report! Makes me want to run it again which unfortunately won’t happen this year 😦
January 18, 2016 at 6:44 pm
I reckon run it every second year so that you get time to improve 😉
January 18, 2016 at 11:17 am
good effort amanda, and have a donut or 5 as you’ve earned them. are you going to have a crack at the kepler in the future?
January 18, 2016 at 6:45 pm
I’d love to do Kepler! Right now I have some goals over shorter distances though so no Ultras for a while for me. What’s your next event?
January 18, 2016 at 7:37 pm
Ive got the 21km Ian priest memorial 21km this weekend, and have been told by my coach to go easy…..easier said than done, but am wary of pushing things…..remember my collapse at the rimutaka half :)? Beyond that, theres the RTB 21km and in may im running my first full marathon (the Hawkes Bay Marathon) which tbh Amanda is both exciting and scary in equal measures. How hard can running 2 1:32.30 21km segments be?
DO THE KEPLER! as youre a little more crazy than me lol. PLease keep the blog going as its an entertaining and funny view on running 🙂
January 18, 2016 at 12:02 pm
Great race and giggle inducing report as usual. Nice job!
January 18, 2016 at 4:29 pm
Great to read Amanda and congratulations! I loved reading that your family were there too. So sorry to hear about your injuries and really hope you recover soon, but the silver lining is we get to read about your adventures 😉
January 18, 2016 at 6:43 pm
Oh thank you! It’s so cool having my parents at the finish line, they’ve been there since school sports day in 1992 😊
January 20, 2016 at 12:37 am
Yikes about the injuries/illness! But nice job killing it in your frankly stunning outfit. I say stick with the green/yellow pairing. If only so you now have to join me in obnoxious running outfit hell. I ran my best ever half marathon while wearing an outfit a highlighter would be embarrassed of – bright orange top, neon green knee socks, and brilliantly yellow shoes. Really unfortunate that I ran the race of my life in that get-up. Awesome race to you! And hilarious write-up, as ever.
March 3, 2016 at 9:10 am
Awesome work!! I am not good at hill running either, so that is my aim for training for my first trail run, the Great Forest Run. I am doing a week run up through the Wellington Botanical Gardens, torture!