Date: 19 November 2017
Distance: 21.1km (we measured 21.5km)
[Photo by Rob Caven Photography] Mr & Mrs Charlie at your service.
The registration team hard at work.
The walkers lining up for their start.
An hour after the walkers, the runners were on their way.
[Photo by Rob Caven Photography] On a slow trot out of the Ashhurst Domain.
In the Higgens aggregates yard.
Some dark clouds and even a few spits of rain on a otherwise warm and humid day.
On Higgins’ property.
Phil and his traffic management team making sure everyone stayed safe.
The last participant, all the way from the Souht Island to do her first half marathon!
This year saw the fourth running of the Ashhurst to Esplanade walking and running event, which is a gem on the local calendar. Organised by the Manawatu Striders Running and Walking club it is a lovely walk linking two towns. Continue reading
Date: 2 July 2017
Distance: 7.6km (+4km)
Time: 47:31 (30:00)
This is Manawatu.
Our beautiful river walkway.
Palmerston North Girls High School handling registration.
Palmerston North Boys High did all the talking and even had a band playing. How cool is that!
Participants getting ready.
Cool World Vision wrist bands were handed out to participants.
Unfortunately only a small field for this event.
Going round the bend – a very familiar part of the Super 7s event.
A few puddles to jump, if you can.
Gerry turning at the far end of Waitoetoe Park.
PNBHS manning the aid station – great job!
A nice off-road section.
Downstream from the bridge, the Bridle Track received a new layer of grit shortly before the Palmy marathon.
A week out from our half marathon, we had to fit in a last “cutback long-run” and decided to throw the Palmerston North Boys High School and Palmerston North Girls High School’s event into the mix.
The Stride for Syria intended to raise funds for the Syrian Refugee Crisis. It is labeled as “the most urgent humanitarian crisis of our time” after six years of ongoing fighting and conflict in Syria. According to the brochure that was handed out at the event, 470 000 people have been killed, and more than 4.8 million have fled the country, while 6.1 million have been displaced. That is nearly three times the population of New Zealand that is either dead, misplaced or having to flee for their lives. Continue reading
Date: 29 May 2016
The Team: me, Gerry, Graeme and Rob at the start of our fifth marathon.
A quick selfie.
The field of marathon runners, wondering how long the rain is going to stay away.
Passing under Summerhill Drive.
The Bridle Track next to the Manawatu River.
Gerry at the first water point.
Evidence of the past couple of weeks’ rain.
Flooded paddocks around “Swamp City”.
Gerry with Patricia.
Higgins Aggregates yard.
Always nice to see Mike still going strong, after 500+ marathons.
Gerry, Karen, Norman and Charlotte.
High-five with Perry, and James.
Michelle with another red-and-black team member. 🙂 Don’t know who he is.
The turn-around point in Higgins property.
Rob heading out to the turn-around point, only a few minutes behind us.
Heading back towards town along the never ending Te Matai Road.
Nice to see the rain didn’t deter our usual bagpipe player at the Manawatu Striders annual event. It’s always great heading the sound of the bagpipes from a distance as you run along the river.
Gerry is clearly on a cruise.
John speeding through the last five kilometres.
“Jumping” puddles. Uhum, or whatever you call trying to sidestep puddles after 34km.
Photo by Cheryl Sturm.
With the final turn disappearing in the back, we’re on the home straight.
A nice little loop through Waitoetoe Park.
Heading back upstream. Photo by Cheryl Sturm.
Despite being very sick, Cheryl still braved the foul weather to come out and offer support.
Digging deep – only about 2kms to go.
Just up the hill and around the corner – less than 1km to go. Photo by Ian Porritt Photography.
Rob at the finish.
Graeme pushing a mate through the finish.
Showing our bling – Rob, me, Gerry and Graeme.
A few years ago, Gerry and I did an unsupported, 800km in 26 days walk through the Klein Karoo in the southern parts of South Africa, covering roughly 30+km every day. Day after day, we’d get up before sunrise, walk the whole day, sometimes up to 54km and other times until after dark, before cooking dinner, washing our only other set of clothes, going to sleep, to repeat it all the next day. We carried a tent, sleeping bags, a small camping stove, one set of extra clothes, including warm clothing and some basic emergency food and health care. For the rest, we bought food as we went, so had to be sure to make it to the next town in time to buy supplies. It was challenging at times (I suffered from severe blisters, we were sunburned despite thick slathers of sunblock, and sometimes had to endure temperatures of up to 45 degrees Celsius), but it was also great to spend each day all day long outside and being exposed to whatever nature throws at you – rain, wind, baking hot sun etc. And as the days got shorter during that Autumn month and our trip nearer the end, we were filled with mixed emotions. It was such a huge life changing experience which we didn’t want to end, but at the same time we were getting a bit tired of the mundane task, having to repeat everything each day for days on end. With the only change being the scenery, meeting new people along the way and the sun rising later and setting earlier each day. Continue reading
Date: 22 May 2016
On a chilly Sunday morning …
… a few friends embarked on a crazy adventure …
Bobbie and Graeme starting their first lap. [Photo supplied by Rachael]
Rob looking happy to start his first lap. [Photo supplied by Rachael]
Gerry, Pete and I on our first lap. [Photo supplied by Rachael]
Smiles all around, as if this would be a walk in the park. [Photo supplied by Rachael]
Sometimes the sun came through.
Our water point after 20 laps – we ransacked the table.
Cheeks still stuffed with food from our last stop.
Gerry in the wee redwood “forest”.
Rachael tending to supplies.
Our traffic management entailed cones at all road crossings.
Rob collecting cones afterwards, still with a spring in his step after 42kms.
Our lap counter and motivational board.
The 5 marathons team still smiling after our fourth event: me, Gerry, Graeme and Rob. [Photo by Rachael]
And just like that, it was winter. When Gerry and I woke up to get ourselves sorted and head over to Massey to do the set up for our run, it was three degrees Celcius. When we started at 8am, is was only five degrees and at the warmest point during the day, the temperature reached 13 degrees. As luck would have it, this day also marked the start of the first snowfall in our region. Continue reading
Many running books I’ve read talk about being passionate about running. How you can only be a dedicated, committed runner if you love running. And while I do love the idea of running and everything it represents, and without fail feel better after a run than before it, I must admit that I often have difficulty getting myself ready and out the door for a run. Once I’m out there, it’s great, but beforehand I often simply don’t feel up to it, and would much rather be doing something else. Continue reading