I write these posts to clear my head after a race, to clarify an idea or thought, and today as a post mortem. The use of the latin phrase ‘after death’ feels particularly appropriate because I died in the arse out on course last Sunday. It was the hardest race I’ve done. True, in comparison to some I haven’t done many races, but I’ve learnt from the mistakes I made at Bunbury.
1) I did not take much notice of the weather forecast in the weeks beforehand, or on the day. I’d done two Busselton half marathons in February and had absolutely no issue with either of them. This meant this time I wasn’t concerned about the likely heat; in fact I hadn’t looked at a forecast for Bunbury at all. Next time I’m going to take notice of the forecast weather and any changes in it. After the race another competitor said that they’d looked at the forecast maximum a week ago, and it said 26.C, but each day the forecast maximum for Sunday crept up by a degree – which I think is surely an indication that the temperature on the day was probably going to feel hotter than it was. Also, the temperature on the day increased by 2 degrees every hour from 6am, so combined with a headwind on much of the course we baked out there, despite things like a resident setting up a lawn sprinkler for us to run through, locals with jugs of water ready for dumping on the heads of runners and fortuitous placement of beach showers on the foreshore.
2) I decided against using my fuel belt. Whenever I’ve used it I’ve almost always had High 5 Zero in it and not straight water. The slight effervescence in High 5 Zero tends to force it up through the lids on the bottles while I run. It gently bubbles out and leaks down my legs, annoying me hugely. I knew that the aid stations were about 5km apart, and thought that they would be sufficient, but with the heat I now realise that I did not take on enough water for the gels that I consumed. I didn’t have any obvious issues on course but afterwards I did not feel good and wanted desperately to throw up. Next time I’m going to take my fuel belt, and just use straight water in it, assuming that the aid stations (as they did at Bunbury) have electrolyte drinks at them as well as plain water. If I’d done that on Sunday, I think my issues would have been resolved. Whilst I’m a prodigious sweater, I think given Powerade (the on course drink), the sodium in gels and a prepared pre and post run electrolyte drink I should be fine for a half marathon.
My gels were fine, flavour wise. I still haven’t come across a gel that disagrees with my gastrointestinal tract, but my taste buds have been tested on occasion. I’m still afraid of ones with a large amount of caffeine so anything with a coffee flavour and more than 10mg of caffeine I’ve avoided. I know of one fast runner who when forced by slight exhaustion to have a single gel on the Six Inch Ultramarathon found he had to go to the toilet four times on course. I think my history of eating cheap lollies has given me the required tolerance of disgusting sugars to eat gels. I do promise to inform you if I’ve just managed to jinx myself and end up in a truly mortifying situation on my next race.
For the first time ever I used the virtual pacer on my watch. Thankfully I had the sense to decide as the wheels came off at the 12-14km mark I didn’t much care that I had a constant reminder of precisely how far off pace I was (12 minutes slow in the end). At 5 km to go I found it amusing that on the way back in to the finish I finally had a tailwind and no real energy to make use of it. I also managed to lose further minutes in that stretch by stopping at a water fountain along the foreshore and scoffing down some water.
When you look at the elevation profile for Bunbury it appears to be a generally flat course, with a dirty great hill at around the five kilometre mark and not much past that. Except there is a lighthouse that you can’t see on a Garmin elevation profile, and the path goes straight up and straight down. Then you get to skip through some sand dunes that at least have a concrete path on them, but still; sand dunes. For a flat course, I remember the hills the most. The voice in my head that notes how fast or slow I am going had no qualms about idly observing as I was running up to the lighthouse with probably 750 metres to go “if you just walked this section instead of tried to run, it’s entirely possible that you’d be going faster than this.” If you also sometimes have that voice appear in your head, I highly recommend telling it to fuck off. It’s quite satisfying.
Jeremy was running the marathon, so part of my brain was occupied with calculating where he would be in relation to me. I came across him at 1km in to the half marathon (the marathon started 50 minutes before me) and we managed to high five, and I didn’t see him again until 250 metres to go. He looked knackered and I desperately wanted to give him a hug but he didn’t want to stop because he didn’t think he’d start again. He had roughly 12 km to go and it looked like they weren’t going to be easy.
I finished, got my medal, downed the free Powerade then sought out our bag in the bag tent and fished out my post race banana. I ate that, and then my gut roiled for about 15 minutes. (Do you really want to know about post-race gastrointestinal disturbance? No, I thought not. Let’s just leave it at “Over the space of about 3-4 hours I wasn’t sure whether ‘not vomiting or having diarrhoea’ was necessarily a good thing.”) It took me a good 4 to 5 hours until I felt well and hungry enough to properly eat something. I forced myself to have a very small nibble on a spinach and fetta sausage roll; I went to the canteen but they’d sold out of regular sausage rolls but still had those and I needed something savoury (something that wasn’t a gel, really). You can tell that I wasn’t OK because I didn’t even twig that they were also making toasted sandwiches. Every other half marathon I’ve done I’m absolutely starving within an hour of finishing. The burger vetkoek Jeremy and I ate around 2pm at The Bread Pocket before we headed back to Perth was amazing though.
Despite my race plan crapping out spectacularly, I still enjoyed the day. There were something like 66 parkrunners on course; 6 people running the 50km, 10 in the marathon, 29 in the half marathon, 14 in the 10km, 6 in the 5km, with a fair swathe of other parkrunners and friends of parkrunners cheering. A lot of the competing parkrunners joined Sam Farman (one of the ultra marathoners) in supporting Team Mito and wearing green t shirts, raising awareness of mitochondrial disease. One of the best parts of the race was because it was mostly out and back stretches you would come across other parkrunners (some of whom I think I’d never met before!) in Team Mito shirts and high five them; which means you have to then high five the other non-parkrunners behind them. Afterwards some of the parkrunners complained of sore hands from the high fives they gave out. It was an amazingly friendly event. The number of 10km parkrun runners who are now contemplating half marathons is quite pleasing, to say the least. One of our team’s marathon runners, Michael Ho actually won the race, with a brilliant PB time of 2h38m16s, and Pip Holmes came in as first female in the 50km race.
Just as my wheels were coming off, I was asked by a friendly supporter – I think it was Karen Hagen – “Is that a grin or a grimace?”, I responded with “Always a grin!” I remember reading an article years ago about the cyclist Ivan Basso (before his drug scandal), who was called “The Smiling Assassin” because he would ride his bike and always smile, despite the difficult terrain. I remember thinking it was a good tactic of his, because his opponents never knew precisely how much he was suffering. I adopted that idea one day when I rode up a ridiculous hill and realised that it actually helped me mentally; I don’t know the science but I believe there is some sort of positive brain chemical released because of that smile. The easiest description is “fake it till you make it”. Smile, and someone will think you are enjoying yourself. Keep smiling long enough, and that someone will be you.
Going into Bunbury I didn’t have many solid post-race aims, but afterwards I’m building quite a list.
3 thoughts on “Post mortem – Bunbury Three Waters Running Festival half marathon”
Thanks for the link to Team Mito, Kelly. You did really well in the Half; I had no idea you were feeling so rough! It certainly was fricking hot out there and I am very grateful to Steve for driving around and bringing extra cold drinks to many of the runners. It was an absolutely awesome day and one I'll never forget – the camaraderie, the scenery, the high fives and the smiles of other runners like you and Jeremy made it one of the best events I've ever participated in!
As I passed you going the opposite direction on Ocean Drive you yelled at me “Bill! Y U NO HYDRATE?!” In all the first half excitement I had forgotten to have a drink to top off the gel I had a little earlier and it helped so much. Didn't realise you were doing it so tough on the back end of the course though. Mind you, I had my own issues to deal with by that point. parkrun and Team Mito people certainly made it a memorable day. Glad I could share it with you.
Ha Bill! I remembered the scribble on thr Big Swamp path that said precisely that.