Onto the race, my suggestion of running the first kilometre in four minutes was quickly knocked back (I wasn’t joking), but in hindsight was probably sensible going along with a 4.45 starting kilometre. BK was already worried we were cooking the pace far too quick for so early in the race. I wasn’t so sure, I wanted to bank some time knowing the forecast of 29 degrees would mean a drastic slowdown over the last two hours.
Six-hour split distances of 70km and 60km would achieve the 130km target. Some simple maths said pace should be around 5:00 to 5:08 for the first six hours, and then a pace of six minute k’s for the last six hours, thinking likely actually running 6:30 to 7:00, when it’s hot it is all about survival. Targets were thrown out the window.
For the first hour and a half BK and I averaged around 4:45 per kilometre, mind you that with every kilometre ticking past BK kept complaining we should be running closer to 5:00. I was feeling very ‘comfortable’ with plenty in the tank.
By around 20km BK had to stop for the toilet and said he would catch up to me in two or three laps. Here was my chance, with BK flailing already, I wasn’t going to slow down to let him catch me, so I decided instead I would speed up and catch him! Then I’ll slow down and run at his pace (not the best strategy in hindsight, but it did work)
I was actually quite surprised when I hit 25km under two hours, which when averaging a comfortable 4:45 that was actually on track for an eight hour 100km time. It was a good idea to slow down and run closer to five minute kms.
Hitting anything under nine hours at the 100km mark, I’d be well on the way to my 130km target.
The good thing on a 2.5km lap is the amount of times you pass a person, and every time it was slightly less scary knowing that I wasn’t alone. Around the 22km mark Glen Smetherham decided to join me for a lap. He told me he was basically doing an interval race, resting, running laps ad-hoc with friends and some of his athletes for support – wow, what a coach! We chatted away whilst running 4:40s, and I mentioned to Glen my plan. But he said the most important thing was focusing on the feeling good part, and then worry about the time later. He said, “If you run low nine hours you might think that was a fail, but if you are feeling great then you are on a path to succeed.” Very true.
After Glen ran this lap with me, I decided, ‘screw the time, let me just focus on my running and getting to 100km feeling good.”
Around 33km, who do I see in front of me? BK! But he wasn’t feeling the greatest and withdrew around the 37kms mark.
I hit 50km just under four hours two minutes, and by this stage I was now starting to think where is Tony (T-Train), he had laughed at the suggestion of joining me and BK on the start line and said you guys are on your own, I’m running five-minute k’s and that’s it.
At five-minute k’s this would put T-Train around four hours 10 minutes at the 50km mark, so no wonder I hadn’t seen him yet, I was only around eight minutes in front. I slightly panicked thinking eight minutes isn’t much, I would like to at least lap him so that I know how much distance I have being the lead runner.
For those of you know him, T-Train isn’t one for slowing down; if anything, he gets quicker the longer a race goes on and many a time he’s rail-roaded me in the last hour of a race.