Monday, November 9, 2015


A month or so ago I saw this race advertised and the idea of running though the tunnel excited me...
Roll on to Saturday and I found myself on the start line chatting to Chantel about who our competition was... Not many trail races have big prises but the money on offer here had brought out the big guns. 
See those girls over there...
It was going to be a fast race with only about 2 the 20ish km on 'real' trail. I started fast but that didn't help as the top guys still pulled away. 2 of them 40+ guys... I hadn't seen Nicholas and hoped his new baby had kept him up all night. .. But no such luck for me he soon caught up.  

With 1km down we turned off the tar and headed up through the farms. Nic was never far ahead so I kept racing hoping he or one of the other two would crack and I could move into 3rd.
Smile for the camera
away we go...
We were now under the bridge that takes the cars to their tunnel. While the cars had a gentle climb we didn't... I closed the gap to 10m but as we reached the top he pulled ahead and entered the tunnel 30sec ahead of me.

I turned my headlamp on, but after 100m the tunnel has emergency lights so I turned it off... 
in the tunnel
It's not every day you get to run in a tunnel, let alone one about 4km long. .. With Nic 30sec ahead and the next runner 30sec behind I was very alone! It was quiet with only the sound of my feet. It was the longest 4km I've ever run... but there was light at the end of the tunnel! 

The eyes adjusted and I headed to the water table looking for the right turn, but the race turned left and I was caught off guard! Left took us down to the river and it should have been fun to head down the steep bank,  but I hit it away from the path and... the ground was loose and my foot gave way! 
If Chris had got there earlier he would have caught me in action!
I could have come off a lot worse!
I hit the ground hard and slid the next 2-3meters down... With nothing broken I got up covered in sand and blood!  Both knees and my right hand, but neither of those bothered me it was my hip that was sore. 
I stopped in the river to wash my hands before heading on. I had to walk this and was overtaken by the leading lady (a top roadie) who had been chasing me.
I needed the flat of the tunnel to get back into my running. This was easier going than the first crossing... it must have been the oncoming headlights of the 1000+ field that were still heading out. Or it could have been the fact that you climb 35m going through from the Paarl side!

I closed the gap catching Bulewa and passing her I set about chasing Nic who was atill just out of reach. The tunnel is downhill on the way back so it was no surprise that I was through quicker and if I was counting right Nic was still only 30 sec head! 
More trail a little steep single track to take us back down to the farms and the road to the finish.  
I couldn't run this my hip wasn't working and Damian who has been running well took me on this section and sped off. 
I tried to chase but couldn't run any faster. I watched as he caught Nic and the two of them raced to the end... Nic had lots of speed left in his legs to finish 8th and take 3th old man. With Damian between us I finished 10th and 4th old man. 
Stop the watch we're finished
Garmin told me I had run for 83:43 which I had but the 15.9km was closer to 20.5km as we lost a lot of signal in the tunnel. ..

Monday, November 2, 2015

200th HALF

12 May 1990 I lined up for my first half, it was Pick ‘n Pay half hosted by VOB… I don’t remember a lot about that race, but as a 20 year old doing my National Service, I was gunning for a sub 90. It might have still been on as we passed the garage on Lady’s Mile heading home, but the legs were toast and I remember hurting as I crossed the bridge over the M3. I finished with 92:20.

90min would easily be broken in my next half, in fact I would run 77:15 at Federated Timbers in Feb of 1991… Roll on to March 1995 and a windless day in Elsies River. I hadn’t targeted this race, but I was in good shape… I remember the race had a dog leg in the 1st km and while I made a point of running around the marshal a lot of people took a short cut. Then I caught up to Julius Oosthuizen and tucked in and behind him! I followed him step for step through 5km in 16:45 and the next 5 in 16:46 (10 in 33:31). He joked that I would run a 15km BP if I could hold on… I remember a big Dutch guy with a black vest running with us as well as one or 2 other guys (one could have been Aubrey?) we had slowed 16:59 (50:28 through 15km). Then Julius took the pace again (ok it was from 14km the other guys had let it slip) I just followed step for step! 3:16, 3:14, we didn’t slow down, only the Dutch guy stuck with us. The 5km to 20km that flown by 16:13, then I surged passed Jules pushing for the finish-line 70:07 I would never break 71 again, that was just one of those days when you are invincible!

Like many of you I loved the half and notched up lots of them, in 2002 I ran 18! I’ve raced them, winning a couple, Kloof Nek and Hemal & Aarde neither of which were flat! I’ve run with friends and my wife, sometimes just for fun and other times to help them aim at BPs… I remember Gun Run back in 1994, I went out with the leaders and then after 1km I slowed watching the field go by, I had planned on just running sub 90 that day… But at 3km when Jenny Bam passed me she said: No Dion you can’t slow down help me run a good time… 76:15 good enough for you?

28 Sept 1996 Bonnievale half, a couple of us had gone away for the weekend, and while I was trying to win the race (finished 3rd in 71:45) I ended up winning the heart of Dawn!

My slowest half was run in Elgin on a hilly route with Stef and Mike, and while we were on sub 90 pace till a few km from the end ‘they’ throw in an extra loop making the route maybe as long a 22km so my time of 94:16 could have been something different.

Then in Dec 2011 after swimming in the dam at Lourensford half and finishing in 85:08 I noticed that with 182 half’s to my name I had an average of just over 80min, with only 6 min 29 to make up I set about running down those seconds with the goal of reaching 200 with an average of under 80! I cut out the hilly routes and started racing, no more fun half’s. In the next 14 races I would loss time to the wind of Milkwood 2012 and the Slave run been 500m long in 2013… with only 4 to go and carrying an injury I only ran 2 in 2014 losing time in both (I had built up a small buffer). Being permanent number 1 at Landmarks Half I decided that it would be a good race to run number 200 at, so with only 1 half run in the first half of the year I was all set for number 200.

While I wanted a sub 80 and I believed I could do it I only needed 83 to keep my average in tacked. I started well and was looking good at 5km at was started the climb, I pushed through UCT, but Rhodes Mem… I was slow losing 30sec on my splits from other years, so it would be a big ask to make up almost 2 min in the 2nd half… but it was downhill and I was pushing harder than normal and closing the gap. By 15km it was 67sec to make up but with 199 half’s in the legs they didn’t want to give any more and those last 5km hurt! I finished with 82:02 in 36th place 2nd 45+…

Over the years I’ve only been over 90min on 5 occasions while I broken 80min 119 times… My total running time of 266h38:57 means I still have 1:03 in the bag…

Ran a lot of the 200 with these guys!

Monday, October 12, 2015

Maybe it's not time to put this old goat out to pasture!

I don't know why I've missed this race in years gone by but when someone asked if I was running the goat race, I asked myself: Why aren't I running The La Capra Goat Race?
Did someone say Goat?
Next thing I knew I had ended and would find myself on the start line of a 28km race up and around Paarl Rock. 20+ years ago I was running the Paarl Mountain Race, an 18.4km (in later years a 21.1km) up to the base of the rock itself before heading back. 
It was in those years that I was first called a mountain goat! Winning a mountain series over  4/5 races back in '93 or '94
Now not only do I enjoy running up mountains but I have been known to enjoy the odd glass of wine or a beer...
Fairview is not only known for it's cheese and wine, but also for the GOATS...
With a 5, 8, and a 15km race also on the cards I was lucky, one of my trail running rivals Nic had chosen to run the 15, which he won...
We started at 7h30 and while I didn't know any of the guys on the start line that didn't mean they couldn't be gunning for a win and my wine!
A couple of guys looked the part and as we started I had to see what they were made of... 

28km is long enough too hurt so while I wanted to hurt anyone who dared try and stay with me I didn't want to hurt myself...
KM 1 had taken me 6:25 but that had more to do with the 144m climb then me taking it easy! KM 2 and things eased only 86m climb... I had opened a little lead but now I was running scared! The fear of been run down had gripped me, because as you well know: what goes up must go down! 

Down wasn't happening in the next km but we left the farm road (I'm using the word road loosely!) and turned onto a gravel road and as my luck would have it 2 mnt bikers, out for their Saturday morning ride, were on the road. .. They passed me and then the road kicked up again!  

Now the great guys at Contego not only sponsor a couple of us trail runners they also have a mountain bike team... I wasn't on a bike,  but I had Contego's Mnt bike name to defend... I ran them down...

My lead over them didn't last as  we crested the hill and headed down. 

With the bikes gone my thoughts turned to defending my lead. .. While the path (maybe an old 4x4 road) was smooth it was clay and as slippery as ice! So while I pushed the pace it wasn't free running, but while I couldn't speed neither could the chasers!   

Ahead I could see the path climbing again and when I was there I could look back and see what the chase group looked like. My lead was safe for now... A little single track took us down through the nature reserve to the picnic area! Behind the picnic area… Paarl Rock, so up we went, I was no longer running as the gradient had forced me to walk, power walk I was not wanting to lose and time to the chasing guys. 
Boulder hopping!
I haven’t been up there very often so I didn’t know what lay ahead as I scrambled up the giant granite rock. I waved at the marshal as I reached the top, only to see that after a short decent and a gravel road the next rock loomed large and they were sending us to the top! This was an out and back loop just straight up and down, in the last km we had climb about 250m (15min). I took a split of the 2nd placed guy, and saw I had about 4 mins as he started his climb…

With 10km still to go and about 400 stairs to descend through an indige­nous for­est I wasn’t going to risk falling down those stairs… 
A Pink Landy taking the stairs
I told myself that he had closed a minute on me, so now it was time to race again, ahead I could see some of the 15km runners turning onto our route, it was time to stop worrying about who was chasing but time to start chasing myself. The 15km guys had started 30min behind us and I had challenged on of my friends to a race… I now had to catch her! After a couple of fast km’s the fun was over and it was back to what we love about trail running… little single tracks that wind up valleys and take you over mountains… another 9min km (150m climb) and while I was passing a lot of 15km guys she was still ahead. We now dropping into the farm again and the 8 and 5km routes also joined us, Now while there were a lot of guys on the trail, no-one had any problem letting me pass as I hunted for a win… It was more a case of: WOW you’ve leading the 28 well done.

With 2 hours on the clock I could feel that I had run hard and it was now time to end… But Garmin only said 24km I didn’t mind as I pulled into the finish. (looking at the route map and my Garmin map it looks like they didn’t sent us for a little loop down in the vineyards and back up through a forest, I didn’t mind)

I had held onto my lead winning in 2h05:17 (Garmin called it 24.1km with 1134m climb), Maybe this old man can still show the youngsters a thing or two!
Happy Man

Thursday, October 1, 2015


This journey to Marloth started back in January 1988 when I hiked the 5 day trail with a couple of friends! All I remember was it was a trail I wanted to come back too…

Then in 2014 Wildrunner put on a mountain series, 3 races, 3 mountains… The 3rd was MARLOTH… I was in, Swellendam here I come.

I did get to Swellendam in 2014 but not on race day!

2015 and I was back in Swellendam and ready to race… (is one ever ready to race something that big?)


We started in the old Drostdy Museumand headed out onto the quite streets of Swellendam – we had to get to the mountain. I took the early lead knowing that while the running was easy I had to run…
                Some 2.5km later as we left the Town and hit the trails I slowed knowing it was going to be a long day on the mountain (remember last time I did this route it took me 5 days!) and I didn’t want to waste early energy.

Bernard was the first guy to catch me and I let him pass and disappear up the trail into the mist! Nic was next… I didn’t let him sit behind me, but waved him past, he had 4 mins on Bernie in the series and had to keep him in sight today to stand a chance of holding onto his lead!
                I hoped they would push themselves to breaking point and I would be there to pick up the pieces!
Early days!
Lucas then joined me and the 2 of us reached the top of the first climb together, it was now time for running and I took the pace as we rounded the mountain. I looked at my watch and with the first hours of running done we had only covered 8km and it was time for the next climb (not that we hadn’t been climbing all the time!)
                Martin had now joined us and having run the race the year before he talked us through the climb.

I remember reaching the top of that climb back in ’88 and seeing the overnight hug down in the valley. We had almost no view with the mountain covered in mist / cloud. There is something magic about a mountain… and the clouds would lift and reveal the hidden beauty… across the vally we could see the trail on the other side. (no sight of Bernie and Nic, they were gone!)

Now with something as long as this, you have to run in your comfort zone and so I like to lead, setting my pace for the climbs and descents… But today I wasn’t moving fast enough on the ‘flats’ so Martin took the lead and Lucus followed. I could have gone with, but the idea of running for 7+ hours scared me. (as it should)

They didn’t disappear but slowly pulled ahead, I would catch sight of them as they pushed on to the end of leg 1. Andrew was now catching me and danced down the mountain leaving my old body and dodgy eyes to slowly negotiate my way over the rocks and boulders…
End of Leg 1
                I saw Andrew reach the check point about 4-5mins ahead of me, but I was still warming up and the race was a long way from run, so bring it on.

3h30 and only 24.6km done (1760m climb) this race was far from over… I was feeling fine and ready to tack on the next leg. My memory from ’88 had this leg as a flat section to the base of the next climb… it wasn’t flat and the path wasn’t easy and I now had a relay runner with me. The two of us yo-yoed to the climb when I passed him and started up the mountain, with already over 1700m of climb under us it was going to be easy going!

I could now feel my legs and while my pack was getting lighter (eating food: energy bars, trail mix, boerewors, braaied ostrich (it was going down well) and potato salad (note to self not a good idea, to messy!) and drinking water and TURBOVITE for energy), so the pack was lighter, but it felt heavier and heavier as I climbed, but that wasn’t slowing me down! I could feel my heart beating like a wild horse fenced in by my rib cage!!!
                I slowed and turned to look at the view WOW… 

Now to get to the saddle and the ‘flat’ easy running section to the next hut… In ’88 it was 30+*C with NO water in sight… today it was cold and damp with the clouds coming and going. My easy going didn’t last long I needed a walk and then one of my athletes, Nick (another Nick, must be a good name for trail running!) caught up, he was having a great day. I let him pass and stopped to eat a banana! The relay guy also passed. But my race wasn’t over and after a photo or two I was on my way again. After checking in at the old overnight hut I was on my way again passing the relay guy again…

The climb out of the valley started well and I wasn’t losing any more time on Nick, the gap was only 2min… but the top of the climb didn’t come soon enough and I had to back off… I looked back!
That's the top...
The 1st lady (Katya) was now running me down and while I beat her to the top she was light on her feet and danced over the top and all I could do was step aside and watch this Mountain Princess  role her kingdom…

Dancing Queen!
 I set chase, but it didn’t take long for her to show me who was boss!

The next check point was at the bottom of the mountain and with only a couple of km till then it wasn’t going to be a gentle drop (4km and 800m drop!) Finally I could see the next hut and then a mass of relay runners set off! They were given a mass start so as to get people off the mountain before dark.

Dawn had headed out to this hut to support and was there to cheer me on… at times in leg 2 I would have like the race to be ending here, but after a short stop to refuel I was ready to run down some relay runners.
last steps to the hut
I was now 6 hours into the race, leg 2’s 17km (760m climb) had taken 2h33, but with only 16km to go, it was doable! Dawn told me that Katya was only 3min ahead, and since I was feeling good again I set about the chase. With Relay runners on the path she wasn’t all that I was chasing!!!

I looked back to the start of the last leg
                On the first climb I started to run (walk) down the slower relay guys (and girls). That first climb was fine, but it was on the downhill that I got my legs back and running was great. I had looked at my race number (the route profile is on it) and saw that this leg had 2 bumps on it and with one of them already conquered I was as good as home…

How wrong I was…

I caught Katya at the start of the climb and having run with her on many occasions the 2 of us started up… and up and up… I kept hoping that the climb would end, but I could see people on the path above, I looked at the profile again and saw that this climb short break and then it kicked up again…

Oh dear…

This 2nd climb broke me again and I had to wave Katya on for a 2nd time! I stood there for a bit wondering just how much more of the 3500m of climb was left. Finally it was over, but it wasn’t the downhill I had dreamed of! There was no path for free flowing running like the lost down… I reached one spot and just stood there looking it was slippery and steep I couldn’t see a way down… (maybe my eyes were floating in lactic acid!) I ended up sitting down and sliding to the river!

At last the turn to take us off the mountain, we were now on the path we had started on it was runnable and taking us home. Darryn wasn’t running when he passed me he was flying! I loved hitting the road at the bottom and with only 2.5km to go I was running again…

Garmin called it 57.1km,with 3415m climb and I had been out there for 8h30:52 my longest run ever!

In summary: This is not an easy flat trail race, if you want something easy go do The Otter Trail, it’s a well-kept trail and isn’t likely to chew you up and spit you out…  MARLOTH is a mountain trail that keeps reminding you that you are small and those mountains are big… don’t stand on the start line without doing your homework!