Luckily, I had really crappy accommodation. Every time I pictured going up to my partner (the silent, steadfast sentinel crewing me all night) to tell him I quit, I imagined driving back to our crappy cabin aka donga, and laying there all night in a worn out bed with a too-high pillow, amped up on Fully Charged and caffeine, whilst everyone else ran. I had no idea at the time, but now I know how strategic it can be to make quitting really off-putting!
Finally, at 3am, it hit me. I was fixated so hard on the 8:22:17 AUS record time that I just wasn’t accepting the conditions. I widened my lens and remembered my mantra written on my toes: BESTDAYEVER. I held on to the aspiration of the 8:22, but shifted my mindset to fulfilling my mantra. What would it mean to have the best day ever? Run as solidly as possible for the conditions. Don’t stuff up nutrition or hydration. Run efficiently. Don’t back off and slack off, but don’t get into a heart rate zone that will destroy me. Finish strong. Smile.
The birds sang and the sun came up, so headlamps and high-vis vests could be dropped, and I could finally see the other runners clearly. By now, the 50kms racers had joined us (they started at 3am), and the 25kms entrants appeared at 6am. There was still plenty of space on a long course like that to run on my own, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Loads of smiles were shared with passing runners. The camaraderie and other good mojo were outstanding. I mean, the mountain-ultra-trail community is known for that, but in this race it really shone through. Maybe it had something to do with the 19 stuffed kookaburras that were hidden in the trees for racers to find and bring back for points. Nothing like seeing someone running at you with a big white stuffed animal to make you smile.
Our community has grown. In May 2008, when I moved to Perth from Canada, I had one connection: David Kennedy. He took me on my first trail run. He told me about his wild dreams and schemes for ultra events. I then met Rob Donkersloot, and we became regular weekend running mates for probably a couple years. You could count all the ultra runners in WA on your two hands in 2008 and 2009. Comrades was pretty much the only ultra anyone in WA had heard of, and funnily enough, it was the only one I hadn’t heard of!
I went trail hunting by looking for green bits on Google maps. I went to the topo store to get maps and dove into the bush armed with a GPS with breadcrumb functions, a pencil and paper for drawing mud maps on the go, a useless flip phone, and boatloads of water. My circle of running mates widened. Though most didn’t stick at first, when they found this trail running gig involved one-kms splits that didn’t start with a 4, 5, or even a 6. We all found our niches – road, flat double-track trail, hilly single track….but we still all knew each other. David Kennedy’s dreams of multiple ultras in WA couldn’t be realised until we had more mountain-ultra-trail runners, and so I birthed the Perth Trail Series, in large part to introduce people to trails and to create a way for people to get into the sport without having to do a 46kms race as their first event.
At ADU this year, I was reminded just how much our sport has grown in WA. I don’t recognise everyone anymore. I probably can’t even recognise 10% of our local ultra runners. I don’t know your history or your stories. That has bothered me, but I’ve had to reconcile with it. Many of you know me, or at least know of me. Shaun Kaesler, ADU assistant RD, introduced me by saying I am ‘pretty much the godmother of ultra running in WA’ (though I felt like a grandmother, perhaps, hobbling after my 8:27:39 run). It was a comment that I felt really honoured by. It’s one I worked harder for, in some ways, than any record-breaking title. I believe very much in the power of mountain-ultra-trail running for self-exploration, mental and physical health, and community building. Ultra running is a privilege, not a right. We earn it through dedication to training, strengthening, and recovering, and in our dedication to each other and the goodness we can bring to the fold. Thank you all for your goodness.
Featured Image: Bernadette Benson tackles the 100kms out-and-back course at this years Australia Day Ultra, held on January 20. Photograph – Rolf Schatzmann.
Image Above: One of the kookaburras runners had to spot and grab along the course of ADU. Photograph – Supplied.