Training

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12 in 14 Holiday Hundred

Date: 6 – 17 July
Distance: 168km

I am still toying with the idea of doing the Northburn 100 next year. Actually, it’s more than toying. I want to, and plan to do it. Since I’m not getting younger (or fitter for that matter) I’m going to attempt walking the whole thing. Or at least start by walking for the most part, and perhaps try jogging bits on the last lap. But realistically that might be a big ask. I just don’t want to risk starting running early on and then be buggered sooner. Maybe I will be buggered just as much from walking. Question is, how long will it take to get to that point. Will I be able to go further or longer with walking rather than jogging?

At this stage I’m just trying to make it through winter, keeping our run-walks reasonably consist; five to six times a week.

What bothers me is that we did just that all through last year, and apart from a couple of months over Xmas where our training took a bit of a knock, we kept at it. And yet, I’m not getting fitter or faster. But to be honest, at this stage I’m just glad I can still move, as that is also becoming more challenging by the day.

For the school holidays I came up with the idea to do 12km each day for two weeks straight. That amounts to a 100 miles over two weeks. This is not remotely comparable to a 100 miles in one go, but it just wanted to see how this will affect me. And even though it seemed easy enough, I have hip and knee problems which are giving me a lot of grief at the moment.

My right leg/thigh is completely on the blink. To the point where I’m limping and am often in agony. I tried to foam roll and stretch my way out of pain, but that just worsened the situation. I have done this before where I manage to release fascia in wrong places, or the right place but neglecting another spot, or who knows what, but causing the issue to be worse that before doing anything. That’s always the problem with knowing a little but not enough. Or working on one area and neglecting the big picture.

I have very shallow hip sockets, and my theory is that weakness and tightness is causing the ball of my femur to move out of place, and that causes the pinching and pain down my leg. Whether anything can be done about it, is anyone’s guess. Strengthening the joint is probably my best bet. And on hindsight, this is what I should have done the past ten years since becoming aware of my hip problem.

During a stint like this one, there’s no hiding, unless you bail out, which is not something I like to do. So from the start I wasn’t 100%. That’s when I thought some foam rolling will do the trick. It has done wonders in the past. It’s just that without strengthening the muscles at the same time, it doesn’t stick. Only this time, I managed to do more damage than good. For the bulk of our 160km over two weeks, I was in quite a bit of pain, having to walk most of the way. Especially the last few outings. Which in itself is perhaps not the worst idea, as walking fitness is where I’m hoping to make a lot of gains.

Day 1. Linton (9km jog + 3km walk)

For the first outing I put on an old pair of shoes. Altra Superior. They’re not really old in wear and tear terms, but I’ve had them for at least eight years. I’ve always seen them as short distance shoes, and wouldn’t have attempted anything further than a 21k, and even that is pushing it.

Case in point. By the end of our outing, my ‘long’ toe (Mortons foot worse on the one side than the other) felt as if the tip was bruised and battered. It looked swollen and was very sore. I tried to ignore it, hoping it will magically heal overnight.

We decided to jog all the flats and downhills and walk the uphills. Day one done. So far so good, but ended up with a number of nagging niggles, including a sore toe.
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Day 2. Linton (9+3km)

Needless to say, I wore a different pair of Altra shoes – one that can go the distance.

The toe was very sensitive, and sore to the touch. Having the blankets pressing down on it at night was painful, so I wasn’t sure how I would cope on the run-walk.

We went for the same approach as the first day; walk the uphills and jog the rest.

Slower, but glad I could manage despite all the aches and pains.
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Day 3. Pacific Dr/Summerhill (6+6km)

It was a cold, and wet day. We had to fit it in before work to try and avoid the worst of the rain.

Pressed for time, this meant we nearly matched our quickest time so far on day one.

We followed a 2 walk, 4 jog, 2 walk, 2 jog, 2 walk strategy.

My toe was still giving me grief, and looked very inflamed and red.

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Day 4. Linton (12km walk)

Our fourth day looked like it might not happen. The weather took a turn for the worse, and it was miserable outside. A freezing southerly gale was blowing, coupled with a drizzle, so we decided to don a tonne of warm and wet weather gear and walk to Linton and back.

It would appear that walking is more difficult that running. My shins hurt and I have a few other body parts that are equally unhappy.

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Day 5. Pacific + Massey (8+4km)

The cold weather hadn’t subsided, challenging us with an icy southerly and only 7 degrees Celsius. To make the outing feel like it’s ‘shorter’ than it is, it helps for me to stay near the starting point. We parked at NW Summerhill, did two kilometres down Pacific Dr before turning around, passing NW again to head down to Massey.

We walked the first and last 2k, and jogged the 8k in the middle. This was out quickest outing yet.

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Day 6. River upstream (4+8km)

For some change of scenery, we opted to go upstream from Firzherbeet Bridge. It was still very cold, turning an already difficult outing into a challenge. We went for a walk-two-jog-one approach. Sort of … (2 walk, 1 jog, 2 walk, 1 jog, 2 walk, 2 jog, 2 walk to be precise). With a totally buggered leg, and a throbbing toe, the walking started to gain prominence.

Later that evening I noticed that a red line was forming next to the nail of the long toe. It was still sore, and the nail had a blueish tint.

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Day 7. Summerhill trails (4+8km)

Being a weekend day (Sunday), we decided to do the new highway, as that was up the hill – the opposite of what we’ve been doing so far. It was very cold, but at least there was no wind at home. But on arrival in the carpark an icy wind was blowing a gale, and despite multiple layers we were not dressed for it. So we turned back and did the Summerhill trails instead. To get the distance, we went through the Massey science centres, over the foot bridge and back to Summerhill shopping centre where we started.

My long toe was still sore and swollen. That night I tried to inspect it to see what was going on. Apart from being very sore, the red was bugging me. I trimmed the nail again extra sort and accidentally cut into the skin. That’s when some bloody water came out from the blister underneath the nail which I hadn’t noticed before. With the whole thing so swollen I wasn’t expecting a blister underneath the nail. Hooray, finally progress can be made. I put some antiseptic ointment and a plaster on and went to bed.

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Day 8. Pacific Dr nooks and crannies. (12km walk)

From an altered walking gait due to a sore hip and knee, plus a toe problem on the other side, I developed a new blister. Never a dull moment. An no better way to lure out all niggles than a bit of mileage.

The chilly weekend weather stayed with us, and it was only 5 degrees C for our walk.

My long toe was still sore. It’s hard to believe that one little toe can cause so much drama. It’s like it just doesn’t want to get better. And maybe it’s because of the hammering every day. Only six more outings to go.

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Day 9. Pacific Dr nooks and crannies (12km walk)

Despite a sore and buggered hip, thigh and knee (things are seriously out of alignment me thinks) we walked again after work in the dark.

I was surprised by the fact that no-one was outside. It was a lovely evening – not super cold and no wind. Yet, the flickering light of TVs is the only sign of life.

Day 10. Linton (12km walk-jog)

Another lunchtime run where we walked for the most part, but with the occasional jog to try and finish in a quicker time. It didn’t really make a difference, as an extended stop to give a little girl some attention (she came off her bike on one of the corners) took a minute or two.

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Day 11. Pacific Dr nooks and crannies (12km walk)

By now I’ve almost given up on running altogether. My leg wasn’t getting any better, and the compensation caused my foot to become sore. The little bones felt bruised every time I tried to run. So walking it was.

Due to other commitments, we had a super early chilly start (in the dark just after 6am) watching the sky get lighter was pleasant. Unfortunately it was overcast, so no glorious sunrise. Not much in the line of wind made it a pleasant walk until people started driving to work.

We miscalculated the distance and ended up going a bit too far, taking ten minutes longer.

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Day 12. Pacific Dr nooks and crannies (12km walk)

This outing had to happen after work, so we saw another sunset. All our after workday outings, where we couldn’t go over lunchtime, happened after or before work.

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Day 13. Pacific Dr and Massey (12km walk)

It was a Saturday where we had a lot of things to do. Moving studio, collecting artworks and materials to go into storage, and the list goes on.

Exhausted we could finally do our walk, again just as it was getting dark. As it was the penultimate, and again with another commitment the Sunday night, we opted to have bubbly prematurely to celebrate.

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Day 14. Pacific Dr nooks and crannies (12km walk)

We started the day trying to finalise a retaining wall we’ve been working of for a couple of months. We started good, things were going well, and then came the rain. This caused some slipping behind the wall and into the holes before we could fill it up with concrete, which meant we had to undo everything and start over. It set us back considerably, and a week-long project took months.

Lots of digging and shoveling mud, clay and stone. Sore and exhausted, we had lunch and went for our walk. Luckily with walking, one can have whatever you like for lunch without too many ill effects.

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And just like that, we covered 100 miles. It’s unfathomable to think we have to do that in one go, over super hilly terrain. But it’s a start. And as I say, as long as we can get through winter okay, we can start training a bit more specific with regards to hills. Not that there’s anything remotely hilly enough near us, but an hour or two’s drive would help.

What bothers me is my leg situation. Although I struggled through the past two weeks, the pain is now non-stop, sore with every step. That is not the way to train. I have to get my hip dysplasia sorted. As long as the ball moves around in the socket, there will be pinching and pain. Foam rolling just aggravated it, stretching doesn’t help either. I am at my wits end.

Going forward, I might just try to keep walking at least. It won’t really help with fitness, but it feels better than doing nothing. Or giving up altogether. Will have to wait and see how things progress before making the final call about Northburn.

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Pillar to Pou

Date: 13 June
Distance: 36km
Time: 5:40

Friday started as usual; breakfast, then Gerry went to work. He was taking a half day, so that we could leave a bit earlier for the trip to Taupo. I made food and snacks and got everything packed in the morning, and by 2pm we were on our way.

We arrived at our accommodation at about 17:30, checked in and got the little fan heater going. It was quite nippy outside, but overall I think we were lucky with the weather. We could easily stroll the 600m to registration with nary a breeze as we watched darkness fall over Lake Taupo. Red at night, shepherds delight.

It is the second time this event took place and looking at the results, the first time wasn’t nearly as big. Less than 200 runners from my understanding. This time 1200 runners and walkers made it a ‘sold out’ event of which 180 were solo runners (which we entered as to allow for some running if we chose to), 18 solo walkers and the rest were teams. The plan was to walk the whole way, to see how we managed continuous long-distance walking at a reasonable clip. 

The event only started at 10:00 allowing for a relaxing beginning to a freezing (one or two degrees Celsius depending on which source you look at) misty morning. Our accommodation was about 100 metres from the river walkway (event course). Shortly after 7am Gerry moved our car to a parking spot right next to the walkway. This meant we could leave our food and extra gear within super easy reach. They have a drop bag area for participants without a support crew, but I didn’t feel comfortable leaving my phone or other valuables there. And I did not want to carry my phone on all laps – just the first and last laps to take some photos.

The plan was to do 36km, 5 laps. Each lap is 7.3km which, as anyone who knows me will know, is too long. If laps are involved I prefer shorter and preferably not longer than 3km maximum. Five laps in six hours meant 1:12 for each lap. I can’t walk that fast, so we had to jog a kilometre or so on each lap.

The nice thing about out-and-back laps (as apposed to loop laps) is that you see all the other participants all the time; coming from the front, or passing you from behind, only to be seen again coming from the front. It makes it very social, and we identified a young runner with a bucket hat whom we ended up looking out for. I liked his tenacity and eventually we rooted for him to win! Funny how you can get ‘involved’ in something or someone you don’t know from a bar of soap.

At the start and with the excitement of everyone dashing off, we decided to jog the first bit, at least until we reached the car after about 500 metres. We could then drop our multiple extra layers for the start which was very handy. After that we walked some before jogging a bit again after the turnaround point at the far end. This is also where the other waterpoint is (the first one being at the start and finish). Coincidentally we never ventured into the start-finish aid station the whole day. We had our own aid station in the back of the car with a variety of goodies: gherkins, prosciutto, date bread, date balls, jelly snakes, liquorice toffees, even hot home made soup in a thermos.

Once we were on our way on the first lap, fresh and rested, it almost seemed very possible to do six laps, 44km. I know I am definitely not in a place to do that kind of distance, but it is easy to get caught up in the excitement. We recalculated our run and walk times for each lap, figuring out how we can achieve a lap an hour with the least amount of running, but after a while I decided we have to be sensible. Haha. So we stayed with the five-laps plan. 

And just as well, as after the third lap I could feel my legs and especially my feet getting tired. We tried to finish each lap in exactly 1:08, meaning a wee jog of about one kilometre somewhere along each lap.  With a very small incline towards the halfway mark of the lap, we ended up walking the first half so as not to have to run the ‘uphill’. 

The Pou is located in Te Ātea, a gathering space devoid of vehicles The previous time we were in Taupo this area was still a road. The pou is a beautiful carving by master carver Delani Brown made from a 2,000-year-old Totara tree. The thirteen metal pillars surrounding the main pou represent the 13 rivers that flow into Lake Taupo. Outside the thirteen pou are four timber that illustrate the four compass points, the four seasons, the four elements, amongst others.

Free beers (Asahi), bananas, and apples were at the finish. We strolled back to the car, drove across the road and up the driveway back to our accommodation, fired up the little fan heater again, had a shower and some bubbly before sauntering another couple of kilometres to a restaurant for some delicious food.

I had aches and pains in places I don’t have when running that distance. Which is good, I guess. Just goes to show how different the two disciplines are. Lots of work still to do before March next year.

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A trip to Nelson

Date: 8 June
Distance: 20km

I tried my luck with Changing Threads again this year, and was lucky to be a finalist again. Twice a finalist, and twice rejected over the past five years (the competition didn’t run in 2025). That’s the way it goes – you win some, you lose some. While I wasn’t sure that it was worth making a trip to the awards function and opening of the exhibition, Gerry was keen to make it a long weekend away, so booked our flights and accommodation.

Driving down to Wellington early the Friday morning, about a two hour trip, it was raining – at times, cats and dogs. On the way we received an email from Air NZ offering a credit due to flights hanging in the balance; delays, cancellations. Gerry called the accommodation to see if they might offer a refund or credit, but we had no luck from them. So we figured we may as well get ourselves to Wellington and see what happens with the flights. And as it turned out, everything was fine. Our flight went ahead on time as planned. Luckily we didn’t take the voluntary credit option, as it is a nuisance at best. If you don’t have anything to use the credit on at a later stage, you lose out eventually. 

While down in Nelson for the awards function and browsing the galleries, meeting other textile artists which I only knew through Instagram, we decided to take one day and jog-walk some tracks and trails. 

On the Sunday morning we made our way down towards the sea where we could link up with the Matai River and walkway. On the way we bought a small bottle of water to take with, while we also took a banana on the run. We have done this route previously (https://jogaroundtheblog.co.nz/2021/08/10/nelson-runs/). Creatures of habit? I could see how much the, at the time newly planted trees and shrubs along the track have grown over the past five years. 

After we passed Black Hole, a swimming and BBQ spot, I started searching for a pee stop. In a distance was a car park and the hope was that there might be a loo. Reaching the car park (without a loo) we asked a gentleman who was getting his dog back in the car after his walk where we could find public toilets. He directed us back the way we came but just across a huge park. We had the banana there as we could get rid of the peel also. 

We decided to walk up Botanical Hill again which is the surveying centre point of New Zealand. We approached it from a different side than the previous time, which was a nice change of scenery. Coming back down we called in at the Suter Gallery for a coffee, before heading home for lunch.

We are currently on a bit of a walking spree, trying to gain walking fitness for longer trail events, and so opted to jog about 5km and walk all the rest. We covered about 14km. Content, we went back to our accommodation for some sustenance.

After some olives, cured meats and pickles, and fruit, we headed out again on another track not too far from the Admirals Motor Inn where we stayed. This time is was the hills behind Nelson, and we went for the Grampians Tracks were we did about 6km of up and down.

At the start of the track we encountered a cute cat. And then I noticed all the white feathers on the ground. Not sure if it was the cat’s work, but there was nothing other than the white feathers. No body parts. Did they come from a cushion? Not that many birds in NZ have a lily white plume, apart from the heron. And of course the rare white tui or fantail. And of course there are sea birds in the area, but it just seemed somewhat unusual.

We walker up the Collingwood Track to a grassy patch near the top where some sheep were grazing. It looked very peaceful with beautiful views across the town. A pair was having a picnic there and we also saw some other walkers on the network of tracks. Although it was chilly, it was nice outside and a good walk. If hill training was your thing, this track would be a good daily outing. 

Coming down the hill we followed the Tawa Track and before we knew it we were back at the bottom, but on a different road from where we started. We started on Van Diemen Street and finished on Endeavour Street.  

Back at our accommodation we showered and went out for dinner. With 20+km in our legs it was a good finish to our weekend. 

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I need a goal

Date: 23 May
Distance: 26km
Time: 4:06

Ever since the new highway (Te Ahu a Turanga: Manawatū Tararua Highway) openend in June 2025 linking Ashhurst with Woodville on the other side of the Tararua Range, we’ve been wanting to cross over by foot on the shared path next to the highway. We have done a number of outings, walking up the hill for 5km, turn around, and jog back down. I have been curious about what the rest of the path looks like.

But let me backtrack a little. I may have mentioned this before, but since COVID we have ‘cooled off’ somewhat regarding our running and participation in events. We did, however, manage to always keep on trucking in one form or another, mostly just a 4km trot down the road a few times a week. This meant we could ramp up the mileage somewhat to complete the odd marathon or half marathon over the last six years. It didn’t feel like we had any real goals or going anywhere with our running. I did toy with the idea of doing a 100 miler a couple of times, but it didn’t stick. Winter and Spring would be difficult to train due to lots of unpleasant weather, and come Summer it would be too late. Unless I set myself a lofty goal and really mean it, I have no chance of even getting somewhat fitter. So, I’m back to toying with that 100 miles idea. About a month ago we even drew up a broad sort of training plan with interim goals to get us there.

Let’s see how long this one lasts.

As part of the plan, we decided to fit in a long walk to see how our bodies would handle it. Of course walking is a different ‘sport’ to running, which is why lots of runners really slow down in the second half of very long events (and I count myself amongst them) simply because they haven’t trained enough to walk. Especially for extended periods. Who has the time! I know for a fact that if I was to attempt a 100km or 100 mile event again, there will be heaps of walking. So we made provisions for walking in our ‘programme’.

Starting on the Ashhurst side, we parked at the Gorge Quarter carpark late Saturday morning for our long walk. The weather could not have been more perfect. We collected our things, something warm for the crossing at the top, some sustenance and water, and then we were off. Perhaps because we started reasonably late (10:30), there weren’t heaps of people on the path as usual. Lots of cars in the carpark though, so they must have been somewhere (the gorge, the 3km loop on the other side, who knows).

The first few hundred metres are flattish. This is followed by a steep incline that just gets steeper as the kilometres pass. After about 3km you reach the tops which is an undulating stretch of about 3km across the mountain range. This is usually where a very cold wind blows as you are quite exposed in the ‘funnel’ that was created when parts of the mountain were carved out for the road. Though it was on the cool side, this was the first time I didn’t feel the temperature dropping significantly while there. 

After 5.5km going into the traffic you cross underneath the highway to walk on the other side of the road going with the traffic for 5km, before crossing back for the final stretch. At the bottom of the mountain is a traffic circle, but we opted to walk all the way to the toilets next to the i-Site which added another 1.7km one way, to our trip. Since there are no toilets on the path, this is almost compulsory, and also a place to top up our water bottle. Unfortunately for us (great for users of the toilets), the water in the toilets was warm. We searched the area and luckily spotted a tap outside the i-Site (which was closed over lunchtime) to fill up our water bottle. 

It took just under two hours to reach the toilets, and I secretly hoped we could do the same going back and finish in under four hours. My feet and legs were already quite sore, so this was going to be unlikely, but one can hope. On top of that, we wasted time searching for water so the prospect became even less likely. Nonetheless, I was still going to try and go as fast as I can, hopeful. Going uphill from the Woodville side is more gradual, but relentless with no breathers for 4km. I was very sore by then, had blisters on my feet, and it started to became a reality that I might not be able to move the next few days. But we kept going at a reasonable clip, crossed over the mountain, and before long we were on the steep downhill stretch looking at the carpark in a distance. I was very happy that we made it to the coffee shop just before it closed, for coffee and an ice cream to share (fig and honey flavour). Unfortunately we didn’t make the four hour target, but went over by six minutes.

Regarding the blisters … I’ve been struggling to find road shoes from Altra that doesn’t feel like they changed the fit slightly. Yes, the toebox is still wide, but it feels flatter and therefore less roomy than before. Is it my imagination? This applies to a reasonably new pair of Altra Torin. Since I wasn’t 100% comfortable with them, I also bought the Altra FWD Via online which has more cushioning which I thought would be handy for long on-road walk-jogs. Unfortunately yet again, these felt flatter in the toe-box area that made the fit more snug despite it being wide (which I may add feels in any case slightly less wide and roomy than any of the Altras I had before). Maybe my foot shape changed from not running much! The FWD Via also has seams on the heel near the arch of the foot on the inside. The day before this walk, I decided to take them for a spin on a 6km outing. Just as well I did, as after a km I could feel a hotspot coming, and by 4km I had to take them off as the hotspots turned into full blown blisters on both feet. I walked more than a kilometre on my socks before putting them back on for the final bit back to the car. I was very annoyed as these seemed like the perfect solution for what I needed.

Later that evening I drained the blisters and hoped for the best for our long walk the next day. Trying on old pairs of shoes in the morning, I opted to use a pair of Torin of which the bulk of the outer sole was missing already. It must be six years old. But it felt soft and I didn’t think it would aggravate my blisters. However, after a while I could feet the drained blisters filling up again. It wasn’t from chafing so much as it was from fluid retention and swollen feet. We made it back to the car just in time before it became super sore. I walked to the loo half cripple, but looked worse for wear walking to the coffee shop. After we sat for a bit and had our coffee, walking again was not fun. 

After a nice warm shower I drained the blisters again which, it turned out, was actually blisters upon blisters. 

Even though we have this beautiful path specifically for walking, running, cycling, it is very noisy from the constant stream of vehicles and too close to the traffic for my liking. I keep thinking what if someone looks at their phone and drives off the road? And flips over the wires that forms the barrier between vehicles and pedestrians? I noticed a good few spots along the road where vehicles have crashed and went into the wires. Plus there are a lot of trucks using that road. And of course some people seem to go as fast as their cars are capable of just for laughs. 

But I guess it is pointless to think about the worst case scenario, and as my mum always reminded me – a miss is as good as a mile. 

The path itself is really quite pretty and a lot of effort went onto making it. All along the way trees and grasses were planted and mulched, with lots of little ponds along the way. There’s a viewpoint and rest area for cars on both sides, and a few other viewpoints for pedestrians along the way. On a good day you can see Mt Taranaki, Mt Ruapehu, and across the Manawatū and Wairarapa. The cafe at the bottom and the fact that lots of people make use of recreational area makes it quite sociable, so we keep going back, despite the fact that is sits right next to a very busy highway.

Next time we will have to see if we can break 4 hours walking on this route. 

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Branch Road and more

Date: 9 November
Distance: 7km
Time: 1:07

It took me a long while to post this. Perhaps because it marked the ‘last straw’ in terms of my fitness levels, or lack thereof – I had to admit to myself that things were not progressing as I had hoped. This was very demoralising. The struggle, for whatever reason, is very real. However, by now it has also started to become a mental thing – if you think you can’t, you can’t. I still believe things will look up sooner or later. But I digress.

A number of years ago when Gerry and I were still organising running events (before COVID left us with no other option than going back to full time employment), we were always on the lookout for new places to host events that could include a wider community. One of the options was venturing into the Pohangina Valley. We scouted a few places in the area, and also walked up Branch Road, a paper road, which looked like it might be a good candidate. However, after walking up the track we didn’t deem it suitable. From memory I think there was a slip, or something looked a bit unsafe, or some or other issue I can’t recall right now. Being a narrow path and a long drive to get there might also have had something to do with it.

In 2022 I started working as a trapper in the Southern Ruahine, and my then boss once stopped at the top of this track, and told me that a local lady organises a walk down Branch Road every year. At the time I did not bring our walk from the bottom up and the start at the top together to realise it was the same track. From the bottom it looked like we were walking on private land, and it felt awkward, like we were intruding, so we never made it all the way up the hill. From the top it looked wild and unkempt, but somehow still inviting, like a good place to go on training runs. But we also never got around to walk/run up or down Branch Road by ourselves or as part of the organised event in 2022 or 2023.

In 2024, when the event was on again, friends couldn’t make it anymore, so they gave us their entries. We arrived bright and early, signed in, and got some sweets and water from the car to take with. Two buses took all of us up the windy road to the start of the track (driving past the home of my ex boss). Most people were walking the event, but we were rushed for time, so decided to run down. Looking at the time it took, including a pee stop, photo taking, looking at the scenery, and trying to be sure we stayed on the trail, we may as well have walked. Although we did arrive first, it wasn’t very long before the first walkers showed up.

The first 1.1 kilometres were run on a new forestry road. What was still an overgrown path a couple of years ago, was now a decent logging road. We encountered a marshal at this point who was still busy putting up signage. We passed him shortly before hitting the ‘single track’. This stretch was quite overgrown with tall grass. With all the rain of late coupled with some warmer days, the grass is out of control at our place. It was the same for this track.

Some permanent sign boards made it reasonably obvious where to go and one shouldn’t get lost, but occasionally we did question which was the right way. We passed some slips and some muddy sections, but overall it was an enjoyable outing. I can absolutely see the locals supporting this year after year.

But …

Shortly after, I got sick again. Almost to the day I had COVID last year. It made me wonder if someone on the bus might have been sick, but of course I could have picked it up anywhere. And again, I was sick for quite a long time. More than a month. And somewhere along the line Gerry also got sick. This meant our running stopped, yet again, for more than a month. It feels like I just cannot catch a break.

After some hemming and hawing, doing the maths, over and over, I had to admit to myself that I would not be able to make the Old Ghost distance in the cut-off times by the event date in February. I have no doubt that I could cover the distance at mostly a walking pace, but it might have taken me twenty-four hours. I noticed from previous results that most runners finish in less than 14-15 hours, something I was likely not capable of achieving. We had to forfeit our entries. It is always such a hard decision to make. But it was the right decision.

Fast forward a few months (!), we followed some of the live coverage of the event at the weekend. It looked amazing. I was jealous of everyone’s fitness and capabilities. It feels like I’m never going to get there again. But since we pulled out of the event at the end of last year, and getting over COVID, we started jog-walking again. We also signed up for the Wilderness Walk1200km, which is an initiative by the Wilderness magazine to get people moving. The aim is to cover about 3.3km every day. I guess the rationale is for people to be active for roughly 30 minutes every day. And so far so good. We are on track, perhaps even a bit ahead of where we are meant to be.

On top of the walking, we also try to jog 5km most days, with a slightly longer run on the weekends. That means we cover 9km most days, and initially I could feel that the extra load set me back a bit. But at some point I should get used to doing that distance, and I should start to improve. I’m convinced of it, although the past five months or so proved otherwise.

I’m still hopeful. I’m still hanging in there.