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3 weeks after running this event, I’ve finally come to terms that the months leading up to that day are important enough to be documented and immortalised.

This run has been a major milestone for me not due to the finish time (03:41) per se, but more so for the personal notion that it manages to break in my head regarding what was feasible for me in terms of endurance running; an attitude which, as many can appreciate, transcends into many walks of life. But let’s not get too deep here.

Considering this will be a reasonably wordy post, I’ll categorise it into 5 areas.

Let’s go!

1. Road to Boston

Before Perth marathon, I had run 2 marathons: the last one being around 2 years ago. This last one was a slow and painful 04:28 marathon that cemented the idea of me being a slow runner. Not too long after that, I told myself that I would focus on incremental gains with Boston marathon as my target. Considering the ambitious goal (Boston Marathon, at present, requires me to have a 03:05 qualifying time to attempt enrollment), I imagined this would take me around 7-9 years from then to get to.

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After Ironman Sweden in Aug 2016, I ended up gaining around 10kgs in 2 months and figured I better get my shit together and pick up some routine, before heading towards my next goal of Ironman Busselton 70.3.

Couldn’t quite afford another bike fit, so I worked on the aero bar and elbow pads positioning to what felt comfortable, and over a span of the next 2 months, worked on raising seat post height and taking off one of the spacers from the handle bars to get my positioning more aggressive without compromising too much on comfort.

With all set to roll ahead with some good will and determination, disaster struck on Boxing Day (26 Dec). To my dismay, a biking accident involving a snake and a desolate bike path put a spanner in the works.

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The grossest images were of the knees that I’ve conveniently excluded from here. A concussion ensured that I didn’t remember much from the crash. I recall riding, seeing a snake, being too fast to stop before the I got to the snake, the feeling of my tires climbing over it… and the next memory is me being catered to by some amazing cyclists that found me piled up on the side of the bike path and called an ambulance. The good part was that most of the damage on me was superficial. The best part was that my bike was still ok!! The not-so-great part, which I found out eventually after a CT scan, was that I had a fractured clavicle (collarbone). Although I had been darn lucky to not have it dislodged, so it was only a matter of giving it a couple of months of rest sans the need for surgery.

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Spent the time planning my return and JD helped forge my world domination plan MUHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!

 

2. Learning to suffer

After slowly crawling my way back to running as I wanted, I had a couple of instances withe the TEAM where I got distracted for whatever reason and ended up keeping up considerably faster paces at max intervals than what I perceived possible by me. This sparked a new mission between JD & I: learn to suffer and stop letting the head stop the body from doing what it can.

What followed were sessions where JD gave me ambitious paces that he believed I would be able to keep during interval runs, provided I stopped thinking about whether I could. The idea was to see pain as not something affecting you, but rather something willingly manifested by you. You hurt because you choose to be hurt, because you have created the situation where the pain is the desired result that gets you where you want. This shift in this mentality helps gain a sense of control. These sessions started paying off pretty quick, a lot of which I reckon was just from positive reinforcement after every successful run. Each interval session that went as per the new pacing plan was a layer of confidence upon the existing layers.

 

 

With this routine in place to break the walls around perceived limits, the next stop was to establish a routine in following the simple mantra: “run smart, run often”.

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This marked the rise of the weekly run mileages, hitting the 6 hour/wk mark for the first time (along with existing bike and swim routines that all added to around 19hrs/wk in the final month before tapering for IM 70.3 Busselton in May).

3. Revisiting Busselton

There’s a lot I could say here but I rather not since I wish this post to be focussed on the running aspect.

As I got closer to the Busselton half ironman, the greater was my desire to see more red on the bike (literally). However, with the amount of time triathlon training had been demanding of my day, I had been tinkering with the idea of stepping back from serious tri-training after Busselton and focusing upon running and other interests I’d like to see mature. This helped me keep the red-romancing at bay without too many new purchases.

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The weekend at Busselton turned out to be an amazing one with the TEAM. Since I hadn’t been able to make it past the waitlist last year, this race seemed like a welcome closure.

Finish time (05:21) wasn’t where I planned it to be but considering the 36min improvement over my last half-ironman (Mandurah – 05:57) and the bike split of 02:36, I didn’t have much to complain about. I also took solace in knowing I pushed hard enough since the legs felt absolutely shattered the next day. Although I do admit the slow and hard run did make feel me with a bit heavy-hearted.

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I can see why this race is so sought-after. Gorgeous water (with a hint of sharkiness – the swim got cancelled around the end of the wave starts since a shark was spotted), flat as a pancake, well organised, and kept running smooth by some amazing volunteers. Glad to be finally one of the many that have tasted this race.

More than anything, I’ll remember this weekend for the good people I spent it with, and the crazy shenanigans that unfolded before and after the race. This sport for me is half – racing/training, and half – the company that makes it what it is.

 

 

4. The lead-up

The lead-up to the Perth marathon had heaps of running volume building up, much to my obvious glee. I have traditionally been pretty resilient to injuries, which I don’t take any credit for but am certainly very grateful for. JD, knowing this quite well, felt a tad more comfortable in pushing me past the 7-8 hrs/week mark in the final weeks. The long run Sundays started getting split up into ‘double-run Sundays’ to minimise the damage on the body and maximise recovery. The addition of trail running helped mix it up as well. Training with the TEAM and sharing the journey with like-minded individuals surely made a difference.

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Considering I had not had a proper shot at a half-marathon PB, and that the HBF half-marathon being 3 weeks from the marathon, it seemed like a good race to set a strong confidence-boosting PB and also practice steady pacing over an extended time. The instructions were clear: Stick to 04:55min/km for every km, re-evaluate at the 16km mark, and slowly start squeezing out whatever effort I had remaining in my body, towards a strong finish.

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With a finish of 01:42, it’s safe to say that my run volumes leading up to the race had been certainly validated!

The coming weeks had me peaking run volume at 9 Hours (~96km), a definite and exciting first for me. A couple of days before the marathon, I caught up with JD to plan out the little intricacies to world domination on race day. There was no disappointment as we determined a simple and effective plan to head towards our 03:40 marathon goal. Right after that, I took off for the WAMC pasta night to feast on some good carbs and listen to a couple of Aussie champs talk a whole lot about running. Food, legends and a whole lot of running talk. What’s not to like?!

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Just listening to these two legends, Steve Moneghetti & Jess Trengove, talk candidly about the world of running made me want to put on my runners and go get some more mileage under my feet!

5. Perth Marathon

The day started off with an exciting buzz starting at the first step out of bed. Pre-race playlist with thrash-metal set the mood for domination. I was pumped and ready to roll! It carried on to the WAMC centre, where I met Astrid who was awfully sweet to want to come over and support me, starting from before the race.
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Pre-Race ecstacy

After some exchange of pleasantries with familiar faces, we were off. It helped that the day was a lovely one, but my lack of confidence in pacing did not do me favours. The idea was to stick to 05:11 pace, run a “systems check” at a couple of markers along the run, adjust as required and slowly start letting out whatever I had in the final 7km. Since my running had only picked up the pace in the last 2-3 months, I would often associate the current paces as something beyond my ability. I had to constantly tell myself to do as per what the body felt and not as per what the mind perceived.
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There were a couple of spots where I seriously considered pulling out of the race as a myriad of “difficulties” and “problems” started bubbling in my head. All the different places my mind started to get to, all the reasons that I was convinced wouldn’t let me finish how I wanted to…. Eventually, I decided that if I didn’t finish as per my plan, it probably was indicative of me not having trained as hard as I should have. You’ve got to own your shortcomings just as you would own your successes. It’s the only way to grow.
I started spotting the TEAM at different spots around the course and their presence was absolutely heaven-sent! James, Kieran, Sonya and Siobhan had finished their long runs around the run course and were now on their bikes trying to find me at multiple spots and keep cheering me along. There’s so much gratitude I feel for these guys who gave me their support, not just on this day but through the time leading up to this. With mates like these, I reckon there’ll be a lot more goals to be ticked in the not-too-distant future.
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A great clip taken by Kieran while on his bike:
The course was flat, the support was lovely and the day looked gorgeous, but between the 20km and 30km mark, I started falling well behind my pace targets. I was about 2min ahead of schedule at the halfway mark, but past that, I recall looking at my watching screaming out 1km splits at around 05:22s and thinking to myself “Oh well, so much for that. Just do what you can now.” It was only after turning around and heading back from Matilda Bay that I realised that I had crossed the 30km mark and that made a big bit of difference. Not to mention I noticed the folks from TEAM around the same point.
They say the 32-ish km mark is where your mind goes into the dark corners and when you need to dig deep and find your reasons for pushing hard. Today, this wasn’t the case. After the 30km mark is when my mind started getting its shit together and telling the body what it will do, regardless of what felt could be done. Liberation!
With about 5kms to go, I spotted these guys again and JD went “It’s time, Fred. Do what you have to do.”. Until I heard this, I didn’t realise how much I wanted to hear it. Regardless of how many times I had convinced myself today that I was close to my limits, I was wrong all along. After this point, I was able to bring the pace down to sub-5s and pushed to stick to 04:55, which then moved to 04:50 and then to 04:45 on the last km. At this point, it wasn’t about finish time, it wasn’t about Boston, it wasn’t about impressing anyone; it was just a raw desire to put an end to this pain at the earliest.
I crossed the finish line reading 03:41, a number I wouldn’t have considered, a year ago, to be achievable this soon. A 40min PB that has done heaps to my perception of running and what is achievable with consistent efforts and the right support from the ones around you.
JD, Kieran, Shiv, Sonya and Astrid were all there waiting and it took some time to wipe that smile off my face. I was so freaking happy to see their faces. You know what’s better than accomplishing something you hold dear? Celebrating the accomplishment with close ones. It was only an hour later that I realised that my left shoulder wasn’t doing too well. All that swiminging on the previously fractured shoulder had it immobile past shoulder height. I take it the fractured clavicle still wants some time to itself. Wuss.
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A shout out to this man who helped me smash out my previously held running standards by a good margin and set new benchmarks for my future-self to beat!

Part-time coach, part-time friend, part-time token pommy; full-time top bloke!


So what now from here? Well, with this new time in my collection, my idea of what can be achieved has certainly taken a dramatic shift, and the idea of Boston at 35 (2024) seems a bit too far for my new impatient self. Regardless of all of that, I’m certain that with the support of the ones around me and a persistent attitude to do more, we’ll be smashing goals left, right and centre.
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KB later mentioned Melbourne Marathon in passing, which is 3 months away and a great course. Now that I think of it, it’s been a while since I’ve been to Melbourne, and did someone say sub 03:30……

 

Halfway through my 2nd marathon, I was convinced that my story here was not going to be one of thrilling success but rather a brutal beatdown. But it doesn’t make sense to only document the successes, since the failures gives you a fair perspective. So here’s my take on the Bunbury 3 Waters marathon, held on Apr 12 2015.

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For the impatient, my time was 04:28. That’s 30min more than what I wanted. So umm…. yeah.

The first mistake was the Comrades Ultramarathon cap. I had no idea that there would be so much recognition of that race by a single sight of my cap. As a result, there were folks coming up and talking to me about Comrades and having an expectation of something worthwhile from my performance. Ahhh how I proved them all disastrously wrong…. I saw the reactions go from “Ohh you did Comrades?!” to “Did you do Comrades?” to “Guess you know someone who did Comrades?”. By the end, I was doubting that I did it myself.

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The marathon (42.2km) was an absolute gorgeous one with a good part being run along the shore. My last marathon (almost 2 years ago) was run in 04:17 with a lot of muscle cramps along the last 5km. So I figured a target of a sub 4 run here would be an ideal balance between realism and optimism.

I had set a few groundrules for myself to make this happen, on top of the physical aspect of being able to run and all.

1. Run the first half at an average pace of around 05:30min/km even though my body would insist I should do faster.

2. Run the second half at an average  pace of around 05:40min/km even though my body would insist I should do slower.

3. Maintain a run cadence of 160bpm or more.

4. Make use of downhills wisely.

5. Salt pills at every 30min to avoid muscle cramping.

6. No music for the run. Stay conscious of the pace and how the body is going.

7. Smile more. Don’t be grumpy.

Only Rule#2 failed. But oh did it fail miserably!

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The first half went as per plan and I averaged a pace of 05:28, right on target! But pretty much a minute after crossing the mid-point at 01:55, my stomach started cramping up. Owing to some personal issues, my mindset before the race had been a bit of a clusterfuck anyway. So the added physical setback was a major spanner in the works. The next 9km was me desperately trying to push myself to run/walk/crawl and at the 30km mark, I finally decided call it quits. I had had enough and told myself that there was no reason for me to put myself through this absolute BS and that it made a lot more sense for me to drown my face in some good pale ale instead. That’s when Pete happened.

Just when I stopped at the 30km mark, I felt a hand on my back and this 70yr old guy come up next to me. He said “You can’t stop, stopping is way too hard.”. And he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He asked me if I had done many marathons and goes on to tell me that the 30km mark is the make or break point. I asked him if it gets any better and he honestly says that it stays just as shitty for the rest of the race. This man was my saviour. Pete was running this marathon as a celebration of his 70th birthday. You would think that not wanting to be beaten by a 70 year old would motivate me but it was really just respect for him that made me want to run more. He would absolutely not take no for an answer and insisted that I beat him at the race. Eventually I convinced him to go on ahead after promising him that I would see him at the finish line. Through the remaining race, I saw him 2 more times at turns and bends, and he made sure to call out to me and help me stay strong to my promise. I owe this finish to you, Pete.

With Pete, at the finish.

The last 10km were pure hurt. To give you an idea, I “ran” the last 10km in the same time that I ran the first 17km. So much pain and yet it was the most interesting part of the race. I ran/jogged/hopped for 3km with a man who had just lost his job a week ago. I walked another patch of distance with a South African who discussed the Comrades race with me and then about his earlier years in Cape Town. I saw some incredible volunteers stand out in the rain (yes, it started raining on the last 3km stretch but the pain was too much for me to give a flying rat’s arse) and talk to the runners to help them smile. And I ran the final 500m with all my remaining might while the wonderful people of Bunbury cheered me on by my bib number.

The race clock ticked at 04:28 when I crossed the finish line and to be fair, that’s heaps better than what I expected at the 30km mark. Regarding why my run suffered so much, I don’t really have a clear answer to that. After talking to some of the other runners, my suspicions lie with the strong headwinds on the uphill section that covered a quarter of the course. Or it could just be something simple as my lack of preparation. Nevertheless, it was a humbling experience that ended on a good note.

On a closing note, I want to add that this was my first visit to Bunbury and the vibe of the town made me fall in love with it. Or rather the people in it. I don’t know if it’s a small town thing or if it’s just my luck, but throughout the day I had wonderful people come up to me and have nice little conversations no matter where I went. It’s almost like they knew I was there alone and wanted to be of help. This was especially true on the race, even when I was doing well and looking strong. Definitely made me feel very welcome and I am grateful for that. As for the running, I write this post with aching glutes, quads and hammies. But I’m certain that as soon as I can get back to running strong, my sights will be back on to that sub 4 marathon.