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 2^nd 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

MARLOTH MOUNTAIN CHALLENGE

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 3^rd 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?)

THIS IS MY STORY:

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 1^st 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 2^nd climb broke me again and I had to wave Katya on for a 2^nd 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!

 

ONE RACE AT A TIME

I’ve been racing for a long time and I never really have been a all my eggs in one basket kind of guy… That said I don’t race every weekend, while I might find myself at a lot of races I do use a number of them as training…

Now over the last couple of weeks I have spent a lot of time on the mountain training for an Ultra 55-60km with 3000m climb. Most weeks would start with me thinking about what sort of route I should run as training! So while I was thinking wear to run I realized since it was TMC on this weekend I should plan my route around the race so I could watch / support…

Next thing I know I had entered…! Yes it’s now 10km longer than the old days and at 44km a lot longer than I wanted, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do! I didn’t taper, I didn’t rest up, I just told myself: I’m not racing, it’s just my weekend long run…

I lined up with the elites on a perfect morning...

What a start area!

Trevor counted us down and I took off 100m dash style... 

My Vivo's are like spikes on a track!

That lasted all of 100m to the first hill... There I started to walk, Micheal kept running and broke off the front, Nic and Edson follow and so did a couple of the other guys. I was going to take this easy and after that short hill and the decent that follow we started climbing up to the Signal Hill Rd, I was in no rush and started walking again, infact everyone was walk the climb...

Once on the road the race started, I counted the guys up front and moved up a couple of places to 10th... With Table Mountain ahead of us it was going to be a long day. Leg 1takes you to the Block House above Rhodes Mem.

Early Days

I ended up running with Tim... Micheal was out front with Nic and Edson chasing, they had 3 guys not far off and the about a minute back it was my group of positions 7-10... 10th place didn't stay with us long and on the last climb to the check point William pulled ahead.

62:56 12km run with 600m climb and that was the easy leg...

Constantia Nek here we come... I lead Tim at a comfortable pace and be all means it was easy, this is our home ground! We caught one or 2 people, but they were running one of the relays and it wasn't till Kirstenbosch and the Aloes that we made up ground on 7th... we only took him on Rooikat.

I was still taking it easy without racing, walking the steep bits and not letting fly on the downs (PS when racing races that take over 5 hours that's the way you race!)

Gorilla taking a dump (I scared the shit out of him!)

I could see some of the front guys ahead and it didn't look like we were going to catch them any time soon... That said I had already though about that I wanted to catch a couple on leg 3...

Leg 2 was over 11km 71:58 only 420m clim, but lots of single track. one leg to go but still half the race. Dawn was there to cheer me on...

In years gone by I had half my kit out ready for a kit check, but I wasn't rushing, and I waited for Tim who was starting to take strain.

Down from the nek we ran together, but Tim wasn't up for the next bit, I wished him well and walked away up the steep hill to the fence. I was alone and while I didn't want to I started to hunt! 

I saw someone ahead at the top of the forest and while I was carefull not to run I was closing the gap with a bit of power walking! On the single track now a contor to Llandadno corner. i ran relaxed and passed to guys, in fact I was so relaxed I kicked a stone and took a tumble, not once, not twice, but 3 times... Tim had made up ground while I was playing in it and was right with me as we started the climb...

Hout Bay in the background

It was fun out there and still a long way to go, I climbed well and closed the gap on a couple of the guys, Edson wasn't having fun... and there on the last climb I saw Nic, he was in 2nd place and only 2 min ahead.

The top is easy and the running is easy... OK that's not true! it's anything but flat and easy, it bumps along over the 12 Apostles on a tiny rocky single track... Run a bit walk over this 'bump' hop down these rocks climb down this cliff face don't get blown off the mountain.
I picked up 3rd place but didn't drop him and the 2 of us stayed together till Kasteels.

I surprised myself and went down Kasteels nicely, and will 4 hours on the legs I must be getting fit! I hadn't closed the gap of Nic in 2nd, but it was flat and easy to the end from here and I was feeling good.

The pipe track would take me to Kloof nek and the last little bit to the finish... Wait... after 2km of hobbling along the rocky path my adductors started to cramp!!!

NO NO NO, ok it wasn't to bad I was jogging again, but there a little steep downhill and they didn't like it I had to walk... walking isn't good for your time if you are racing (and I was now racing). I also walked jogged up the other side and There was Dawn and the puppies to cheer me on. Bernie was out on a training run and joined me for a bit as I waved to Dawn... I looked back and 2 guys were running down the section I had just walked, No wait one of the guys was a girl!

Kerry-Ann passed for the 2nd race in a row, she's running really well! Neil, whom I had been running with on the top had now tucked in behind her and took back 3rd!

I was still moving, but slowly and the finish was not far off...

WOW

leg 3 was long and hard 20.7km 2h44 with 1140m climb

Now it's time to taper and hope the legs are ready for 55+km (3500m climb) at Marloth in a couple of weeks time.