Registration at the Waipukurau Racecourse. Gerry all smiles with him number and clearly unfazed about the distance ahead.
Shortly before “take-off” in the small town of Waipukurau.
The short out-and-back section at the start of the race.
Lake Hatuma in the background. Look carefully – this is the last time you spot the lake.
Gerry with the typical rolling green Kiwi hills dotted with cows or sheep.
The snow covered Ruahine ranges in the distant background that makes for a chilly breeze.
The quirky signs indicating the kilometre marks. A very nice touch to keep you amused. 🙂
Friendly supporters at the water tables making sure everybody stays hydrated. The water point at halfway even featured some porta-loos.
Not so much hanging in as hanging on!
Barely hanging in, running through town around the 18km mark.
Prize-giving with close to 100 spotprizes – basically enough for half of the field! Gerry had his share in the form of a Makita cap from Carters.
Having relocated to NZ a bit more than a year ago, I am still trying to grasp the kiwi accent. For instance, one of the things that I’ve noticed is that the kiwi’s don’t seem to pronounce the letter “t” when it is in the middle of a word. Okey, I realise that it is a gross generalisation, but some examples include: butter becomes “bada”, better becomes “beda”, photo is phodo, water is “whoddah”, tomato is tomado and so on.
So, to my amusement I found it very interesting when overhearing one young lad talking to his mate at around the 8km mark of the run, saying something about the next “wa’rr” stop, letting it almost sound like a “war” stop. 🙂 It is a slight deviation to the more general “whoddah” pronunciation. Could the wa’rr pronunciation (the guttural sound) be more related to the South Island accent? Continue reading
Running in the lovely country side, passing paddocks and farm buildings on the way.
Gerry, the small red speckle on the right.
After the Manawatu Half Marathon, Gerry and I worked out a serious training plan to get us (or should I rather say me!) over the Auckland marathon finish line at the end of October. I don’t suppose you can really call it a serious training plan, but for a typical knit-one-slip-one-type runner like myself, rarely covering more than 30km per week, the program looked like serious commitment. We basically planned to run at least 5 days a week and never to dip under 40km for our total weekly mileage. Ideally we’d like to do roughly 50km or more per week. It’s only been three weeks, but so far so good. Continue reading