The realisation of what I had accomplished and the fact I had gained a wealth of knowledge, experience and gained a personal insight in to what ultra running was really about, was all relevant to the Track Championship. It changed the way I looked at and felt about my running, and I feel it has made me a much stronger runner.
Training in the lead up to the event mainly consisted of running a good bit of distance over a period of a few weeks, mainly on road. I normally like to train on trail these days, as it makes for a great workout and is also very scenic. I also have the Adelaide hills on my doorstep, so I’d be silly not to take advantage of that.
I knew there would be a chance it would be hot at the event, even during the night. It was around this time Adelaide was experiencing its normal summer bout of very hot days and nights. Everyone thought I was nuts as I ran a lot in the midday sun to prepare my body and mind for the heat should it be like that. Getting in a run when I could, shuffling between work and family life.
Unlike the GSER100 where I ran solo and relied on no one, I was very fortunate to have a support crew at the Track Championships, and excited about the prospect as I have never had one before. My wife Jen and our two friends Stacey and Stephen Holt made up the team, and with our children taken care of by friends, this meant we could all focus on the event.
We arrived at the SA Athletics Stadium at roughly 6pm, with the race due to start at 7pm. The day had been scorching, around 42 degrees and looked like we were all in for a hot overnighter as the next day was forecast for another big heat.
Years back, I used to run for my local athletics club in England, and having run many times around a track, the surrounds for the Track Championships all felt familiar. I never would have thought that 30 years later, I’d running 250 laps around another track, but I felt very at home and calm.
Having been used to running on bitumen, pavements and trail terrain the track surface felt amazing, and I had a spring in my step.
We set up roughly 50m up from the start/finish line, and we had a gazebo and table for all our gear. Before I knew it, race organiser Ben Hockings gave the 10-minute call for the briefing. Feeling very excited, I had no idea who I was up against, and at the briefing there were not many of us – perhaps 8 runners. All seemed friendly and I felt very much like the new kid on the block amongst experienced ultra runners.
Two runners had travelled from interstate John and Greg, and I knew fellow SA runners from previous runs. There were no women in the 100kms, only men.
My Garmin was set, the countdown began, and then we were off. We were told that every three hours we would turn and run in the opposite direction, which broke up the monotony, which I thought was great. I started off conservatively, and from early on I realised I was probably not going to have any major competition unless it all went wrong for me. If I was to be challenged I would have reacted and upped my pace, but I didn’t want to push too hard if not necessary with a possible chance of burning myself out in the early stages.