Amsterdam marathon

20th October 2013

I woke too early, as is the norm for me, but even for me, 2 am was crazy for a 9:30 am start time.  I spent an hour or two on facebook, catching up with final results of the Heysen 105 at home, then managed to go back to sleep for an hour or so at 4.  I was quite restless and keen to get going.  A friend of mine messaged me to warn me to get to the start area early as friends of hers had been stuck in a chaotic start here last year.  My plan was to head off around 7 am, but I neglected to check tram and train timetables.  I had the route all sorted out, it seemed to account for any road closures and would require 1 tram and 3 trains to get to the start (which is actually less than 4 km away!).

I had the telly on while I checked facebook, collected all my things together, checked my safety pins for both the bib on my front and the flag pinned to my back, along with the spare pins for my gels to get pinned to my belt.  I checked facebook, showered, ate my breakfast of cornflakes, drank a sportsdrink, checked facebook some more.  I really wanted to get going, but it was still too early.  I thought about lying down and reading, but that didn’t feel right.  Thoughts of crowds and not getting where I needed to be overwhelmed me, especially knowing that 42 000 people were entered in these events, so I headed out the door at 6:40 and walked around the corner to the tram stop.

The streets were very dark and very deserted.  It is dark here until well after 8am anyway, but this was so quiet.  I wondered if in fact the road was closed, even though the marathon route was about a kilometre away at its closest point.  I then checked the timetable.  Hmmm, no trams on Sundays until 7:40 at this stop.  Well, that can’t be right.  Do I walk to the metro station?  It’s perhaps 2 km.  Bloody hell.  As I had already left home, and was on my way, I flagged down a passing cab and asked to go to the metro station.  He questioned me why, and offered to take me direct to the stadium, but then I would have been too early, so I said no, just to the metro.

He took me to the wrong one.  There were signs there, all in Dutch (not remarkably), that seemed to indicate that this station was closed while renovations were happening.  I walked down anyway – it was eerie being in a metro station completely alone.  I couldn’t see any real signs of it being closed, but nor could I see any signs of it being fully operational, nor indeed a timetable, so I went back up to the road.  The cabbie (who spoke perfect English – seems so rare to get one who can speak English that well at home!) had indicated to me that the next station along this road was a major station, should there be any problem with this smaller station being the wrong one.   So I walked the 800m or so to the next metro stop.  It was funny, walking along a highway at 7 am, in the dark.  Locals were cycling home, chatting and smoking.   There were a few small groups on foot, but everyone was still finishing off Saturday, not yet starting Sunday as I was.

I got to Amstel station which was much busier.  Young travellers asleep on their bags in the main hall, smoking, eating bakery items.  I found the metro station within this major station, found the right platform, and checked the timetable.  The first train would be along at 7:45.  Great.  Only 45 minutes to wait, with nothing to read, no wifi, wanting to conserve phone battery life for strava and no one to talk to.  And not wanting to burn up any more nervous energy, so I sat and waited.

As the time approached, more runners appeared and I felt confident I was in the right place.  Onto the train at last, travel one stop, change trains, travel 2 stops, change trains, take a picture of how dark it still is, travel 2 stops and walk to the stadium with a large crowd of colourful runners.  Everyone else is travelling in small groups of 2-4.  I did sit across from a girl who was a dead ringer for Jane at work – similar age, hair, expressions, features.  It was uncanny to watch her – she was a doppelganger!  It also set the mood for the rest of the day, where I kept seeing familiar faces amongst the crowd of strangers.

I got to the stadium, waited inline for the loo and noticed all these grey ‘eco toilets’.  They are plastic cubes, with a small urinal shaped into each of the four sides.  Men can stand 4 at a time around these things and wee.  So jealous.  But also so aware that therefore all the guys waiting in line for the portaloos need to have a poo.  Great thought!

The stadium in Amsterdam was built for the 1928 Olympics and is still used regularly.  It sits in a sports district with indoor and outdoor facilities, which formed the site of the expo this week.  There was a long row of marquees set up for bag depositing.  My advice had been to get into the stadium early, into the starting corral, to get nearer the front of the section.  I was in the fourth corral, for those planning on running 3:30 – 4 hours.  So, I pin my gels to my belt, put it and my tutu on, parka off, get a quick photo in front of the Amsterdam marathon sign, put on my plastic garbage bag, grab my drink (sacrificial drink bottle) and check my bag in.

I walk into the stadium, where only a few hundred people are milling around.  I walk to my orange section and continue to stand rather than sit on the wet Tartan surface.  Some people are running and jumping to warm up / stay warm, but as we still have 45 minutes to the start, it seems pointless to me.  I try to stand still, not get nervous and just watch others around me.  The space fills up and I chat to a guy who is running this run for the first time, despite having run the New York (in 2010, the year before me), Barcelona and London marathons and he lives only an hour or so away.  It gets much warmer as it gets more crowded!

With 10 minutes to go, I take off my rubbish bag (don’t worry, there were many others dressed like me!) and chuck it into the nearest bin, along with my drink bottle.  Get strava going on my phone and pop it into my beltbag, wish Jerome good luck, and the music starts up.  Deep, thumping electronic music. I know I’m in Europe now!  The elite runners start with a big cheer and the crowd presses forward.  I move to the left as more runners are still streaming into the corral ahead of mine from the right and spy a couple of portaloos.  I duck across and straight into one for a last minute wee, and dart back into the slow moving stream.  I spot Jerome only a few people across from me, so it was a really slow moving crowd for me to not have lost ‘my’ place.  We keep walking slowly the 150m or so until the ‘25m’ marker, then the marshall makes us run.  It was a very efficient start, with everyone running from 25m to go, so we hit the actual start very close to race pace – and only 7 minutes after the elite runners. I can’t start the City to Bay Fun Run at home that quickly!

We finished the lap of the stadium, waving to the crowds cheering from the stands, pass through the tunnel and out.  The crowd moved well to start with, so I was mindful to watch my footing on the road as we curved around and over tramlines and crossings and not go too fast.  My watch seemed to have trouble getting consistent with the GPS so it was jumping all over the place, so I tried to run by feel with an occasional check of the watch to see if it might match with what I felt.  I know from training that my perceived speed is pretty close to actual pace, so trusted that.

We ran up pretty, wide, tree lined streets, then into the main park, Vondelpark.  Soon after, we turned and ran through the Rijksmuseum, the main museum here.  More pretty streets, a moderate crowd – bigger than at home, less than in New York.  More reticent than New Yorkers as well, very similar to small groups in Australia, so not much cheering.  I had a couple of call outs only, and mostly from older men!  There were a couple of sections where we ran out and back, looping past the runners a little ahead and then those behind us.  Many people around me called out to friends in either group, while I just kept trying to maintain my pace.  I kept spotting people who looked like runners from home, so that became a bit of a game I played. 

I realised afterwards, once I was home and had wifi again, that as I went over the 5km markers and the marathon app was updated with my current pace, it also posted on my page as me.  It was awesome to read back over all the cheers afterwards! 

I was right on pace for the first 10km as we wound our way out of town and the along the Amstel River.  It was quite windy out here, mostly a head wind as we ran South, so I tucked in behind a tall man who was running at the right pace.  I usually hate running behind someone as I prefer to see the ground ahead and have some space, but in the wind it was worth just cruising!  His partner was small and blonde and had an efficient running style.  I decided she was sort of like Steph at home, but it is impossible for me to just trot along behind Steph in real life!  This lady was also a bit bigger than Steph – she could have been 52 kg!  I concentrated on staying relaxed, holding form and enjoying the country side.  There were some stunning houses out here, mostly older brick homes, but a couple of stunning new homes in keeping with the traditional style but just stunning.  Lots of big windows, without being all glass, and usually 2-3 stories tall on a fairly small footprint.

There were a few small paddocks with sheep and cows along with geese and swans, lots of small canals, 2 windmills, some rowers and dragon boats on the water and a couple of boats with bands on board.  As we approached the water stops, there was a street organ a few times – they love these things over here!  I drank water only at most of the stops and had an endura gel at about 1 hour, 1:40 and again just after 2:15.  After the third one, I had a little bit of gut discomfort, so decided not to have more.  I drank the sports drink on offer (AA) a couple of times after that.  I felt quite thirsty and had sweated more than I thought in such mild conditions, but told myself that it is normal and perhaps even good to dehydrate a little in these events.  I was still on target at 30km for a sub 3:40 finish, and feeling ok.  ‘Steph’ had run ahead of me by now and I just didn’t try to keep up.  We had long wide highways to run along here, a semi industrial area, no shade (it was mostly overcast, but in a light overcast way – I wished I had my sunglasses for most of it!) but plenty of room.  Some runners were now walking, struggling with cramps or the results of not training enough or going out too fast. 

My mind must have wandered in this 5km section, as I was 60 – 90 secs off pace by the time I got to the 35km mark.  I started to really pick people off as I ran, choosing someone to catch up to and pass ahead of me.  It was funny how much some of these runners looked like friends.  I caught up to 'Emma' and passed her (so we know it’s imaginary), and then got back to Amsterdam central and the canal route towards the park and the finish.  Parts of the road here were very narrow – only 4 people wide which was really tricky with so many people shuffling and walking here.  I had moments where I was running really well, stepping up a little for the final 7km and feeling good.  But then quickly my rhythm would be disturbed as I had to try to dart around other people and I would lose momentum.  It upset my head more than it should have, and combined with my very heavy legs and screaming hamstrings, I really struggled to stay buoyant. 

I found it very difficult to keep properly focussed and may have benefitted from having some music here even though I never do in mass events.  Once the road widened and I could run clear, I wasn’t able to find my form properly.  I kept running hard, but I think I was fighting myself for a lot of it – you know how you often go faster when you work at 95% rather than 100%?  I was wishing down those last few km.  I ran behind ‘David’ for a while – a very tall slender man with a white hat and a white t shirt with red trim, almost exactly what he wears at home.  ‘Beck’ came into view, with her tanned skin, short dark hair, black hat, black racer back tank, black running shorts and I caught her, too.  I was still passing lots of people on these wide tree lined streets, but not going as fast as I needed to.

In the last km or two, I saw ‘Steph’ up ahead again.  I hadn’t expected to see her again, so I tried to reel her in.  That occupied all of the remainder of the race.  Trying to surge, to kick, to finish off strongly.  According to the stats, I didn’t actually manage to run faster here, nor did I catch up to this lady running in a pink top, but it kept me pushing until we reached the thicker crowds around the stadium.  I had a couple of cheers here, but my face was grim as I pushed on.  Into the stadium and only 200m to the finish.  I passed a few more runners, and was passed by a couple more as I ran hard around the turn and along the final straight.  I may have managed to raise my arms for the finish line.

I was spent.  I was disappointed I hadn’t run as well as I wanted to in the last 10 or so km.  I had run so strongly in NY and in Tanzania, right the way until the end, so I felt I had let myself down.  I don’t feel I could have run harder on the day, and I felt that I had run the first 30km well and consistently and had conserved energy as appropriate, so I wonder if it was just that I am still tired – from training, from travelling, from waking at 2 am!

I collected my medal, fantasised about sitting down, but couldn’t imagine how I would get back up, so kept moving. I accepted a plastic sheet to wrap around me and moved slowly out of the stadium to collect a drink  and a banana.  I asked someone to take a picture of me with my medal and a wan smile, then kept moving slowly over to the bag check.  I saw ‘Steph’ and congratulated her on her run.   I collected my bag, put my parka on, and moved away from the stadium.  I really wanted to see someone I actually knew.  I needed a hug and was feeling emotionally wrought.  I shed a tear crossing the walk way and wondered if I should just ask a stranger for a hug.  I kept my head down and kept moving slowly towards the metro stop.  Those 3 trains and 1 tram took a while!  I had a few strange looks, as most runners had brought a full set of clothes to change into so no longer looked like runners on the train, let alone the tram where there weren’t any other runners.

I made it home and back to the blessed wifi!  On Facebook I had 70 notifications!  I had cheers from each of the 5km markers that had been posted on my page by the app.  I was able to chat to a few night owls who were still up (at midnight).  I was able to reach out to friends and family and our fantastic running community, and feel their warmth and kind thoughts over the last few hours when I had felt so alone.  Goodness, it’s just a running race that I am extremely privileged to be able to participate in, let alone travel across the world on my own just to run in it!  I am thankful, both for my health and my ability to do these things, plus the social circumstances that make it possible – my family, my job, my relative wealth and the ease with which we can travel across the globe for such frivolities. 

It wasn’t my most fun run.  The loneliness got to me, and I think I will bear that in mind when I travel in future.  It is more fun with loved ones.  An important life lesson there!  It was a tough run, as going for a PB should be.  It wasn’t easily achieved, despite the months of training and effort.  I still want another crack at a PB, but that will have to wait until later next year.  Caracas and Antarctica are only 2 weeks apart in February / March, and are not PB contenders.  They will be long fun runs, and I intend to absolutely have fun doing them. 

The stats:

3488/ 11 291

Top third.  Second quartile – where I always finish J

On Friday October 11th, 2013, I will be hosting a fundraiser for The Jodi Lee Foundation - a screening of the movie 'Diana' at the Capri Theatre in Goodwood, SA.

It is a joint fundraiser with Karen Bentley who is raising money for the Women's and Children's Hospital Foundation.

Tickets are $25 and include a glass of wine or bubbles on arrival, and we will have some snacks for purchase as well.  

Why not organise a group of friends to share in the movie night together?  You can contact me via the Running For Jodi Lee facebook page or on 0413 336 588.

Watch the trailer here to see what's in store!  I'd love to see you there.

September 20th 2013

Luca and I ran the City to Bay Fun Run last weekend - the biggest fun run here in Adelaide, with over 40 000 participants this year.  I posted on my facebook page (Running for Jodi Lee), and thought I would share it here as well.

Luca and I had an interesting run on Sunday in the City to Bay Fun Run.  Over 40 000 people took part, which is a logistical challenge at the best of times, and is handled here in Adelaide to give a smooth run to the elites out the front, but make it tough for those of us non elites who would like to post a good time (for us) and qualify for the only starting corral - a sub 60 minute 12km.  Fortunately, despite ducking and weaving through thousands of other runners, Luca (aged 10) managed to finish in 59:23, earning one of those 'cage' starts for next year.  He's looking forward to really trying for a PB!

Having said that, what was most interesting about the run, is that by the time we had a couple of km under our belts in the run, he was pretty uncomfortable.  The pace *should* have been manageable for him, but he was feeling tight in his chest, he was bobbing his head around, he was slapping his feet on the ground.  I was giving him some cues to help - 'quiet feet', 'relax your belly so you can breathe', 'keep your head still - it's too heavy to wobble around'.  We slowed down and let our running buddies go.  He still struggled.  When we got to a couple of more obvious downhill sections, I suggested this was a good way to get a bit more speed for no extra energy demand.  He screwed up his face and whimpered a little.  He set the pace here, not me.  

Wow.  What an event!

I was awake early (1 am, out of bed at 3:30), nervous (as per my last post), worried that I had bitten off more than I could handle and really concerned about my ability to handle the conditions.  I needn't have worried so!  I had my breakfast of cornflakes and toast (with jam) and some water.  I forgot to have a coffee (I don't know how).  I had a shower, applied body glide in every place I could think of, and dressed in my running gear.  A little foam rollering of my quads, hamstrings and glutes, but not too much.  Liberal mounts of body glide onto my feet, two pairs of socks, and my Kayano shoes.  Another check of facebook to find some other awake nervous souls!

I headed down to the course about 45 minutes ahead of the start time in solid rain.  By the time I arrived, the rain was light, but I still took my umbrella with me.  I wandered past the row of tents, looking for the tent that I was to be sharing with Emma Vaughan and Gabrielle Vaughton.  I was pointed in the right direction, put my bag down, went to see race director and coach, Ben Hockings, said hello to the early volunteers and crew and tried to just enjoy the growing festive atmosphere.  Everyone was concerned about the weather, but resigned to trying to deal with it as best we all could.  It was wonderful to see Beck down there in the dark, along with so many other running buddies.  A last minute pitstop and it was time to start.  I opted to start with my raincoat on as more rain was forecast and I was concerned about getting cold, but really, it's a 2.2 km loop!  Within half a lap, the coat was around my waist.  I was trotting along, chatting to Deb, a workmate of an old friend of mine, Sally Ann (I'd been told to look out for her), and we tried to keep our pace nice and slow.  

To get to 100km in the 12 hours, I needed to average 7:11 minutes per km.  It is tricky to run that slow.  Most of my long runs, I was trying to run as slow as 6:00 per km, but even so I would drift towards 5:40 most of the time.  Sometimes an early recovery run, especially on a Wednesday after Tuesday night sprints, would see me plodding at 6:22 pace in the first km or two.  I was keen to run low 6:00 pace for the first few hours nonetheless, to achieve a bit of a buffer for things like toilet stops, or if I would need to change shoes or clothes at any point.  On my second lap, my sister, Erica, appeared out of the darkness.  She ran 35 minutes last week - her longest ever run, and has often said she can't run further than 20 minutes.  I had usually replied with 'you must be trying to go too fast', but she didn't think so.  Well, she did amazing things on Saturday.  We fell into a rhythm, she was cheered at the start area as my number was recorded and she racked up 5 laps with me for a total of about 12 km.  Just after she left, my son and niece ran over and did a couple more laps with me.  They only did a couple as they hadn't had breakfast yet, and were excited to get on with the rest of their day.  They weren't the only 10 year olds out there, however.  There was a 10 year old competitor in the 6 hr run, whose mother was running the 12 hr, and her dad was in the 24 hr.  She managed to cover 42km in her 6 hours, running most of the first 2 hours and walking most of the last 4 hours, but always moving.  And chatting!

By this time, near 8am, some of the usual Saturday morning runners were starting to come out.  Toni from the Tuesday night speed group ran a lap with me, and then Nick from the same group ran a couple with me.  The 24 hour runners started to arrive so there was more to see, people to say hello to s I moved past the staging area.  I had fallen into a rhythm after the first couple of hours of walking for a couple of hundred meters every lap, usually out of the staging area, so I could grab something to eat and drink and walk a little for that to settle.  On offer to eat were triangles of sandwiches - cheese or cheese and cucumber - I ate quite a few of them, especially the cucumber ones, the usual pretzel and chips (none for me), some lollies (I definitely had them), and as the day wore on, vegan cupcakes and other treats from Five Little Figs appeared and brownies and muesli slice from Maurice Maffei (who also ran the 24 hour) kept us going.  I did have a half cupcake at one point late morning, but it didn't settle very well, so I stuck to the water, gatorade, coke, lollies and sandwiches.  I didn't eat every lap, but nor was it structured - I just went with how I was feeling.  I drank on most laps, mostly water, but sometimes I had a sweet drink as well as a water.

Charlie came out and ran 3 laps with me - the furthest flat run he has ever done, and his hips were more sore than mine afterwards!  He did say that he could see how it was quite enjoyable, though.  Nick came out and ran 8km with me, and the distraction was very welcome.  Running and chatting (no land speed records under threat here!) really helped pass the time.

A coffee was brought for me by a great running buddy late morning which was magnificent!  It also meant I had my longest walking break whilst I drank it, but it was about time - late morning by then.  I'd been able to average 6:16 min/km in the first 4 hours, then a loo stop shifted that to 6:22 min/km.  Over the next few hours, that slowly drifted out to 6:25 min/km.  I reached 6 hours and 55km, running by now with Travis and Mick from Run4Autism who were competing in the 24 hr event.  We had realised that our planned paces were going to coincide pretty well, so I enjoyed a few hours chatting with them.  Travis has worked very hard this year to raise the profile of Autism, and the need for a specialised school here in SA, so there was a media presence - he had been interviewed before his start and there was a crew taking footage of him running.  That was a good distraction for more than an hour with us finally reaching the trees and being out of shot to be able to walk for a while again.  We walked for a hundred metres or so twice per lap now.  I then spent perhaps half an hour trying to work out what pace I needed for the rest of the day.  It was now that I realised I was tired.  Although I could work out I had 45km to do in 6 hours, and that meant 7.5km per hour, I could not work out at all what pace I needed, not how to even frame the equation.  Not my usual style!  (the answer is 8:00 minutes per km)

Seeing some of the 6 hour competitors at their finish mark, crying with relief and a sense of achievement was buoying.  Congratulating runners on their achievement, patting a walker on the shoulder in passing, marvelling at how far some had travelled (65 km!).  More things to chat about with Travis and Mick.  

A uni buddy, Ben ran for a little over an hour in the mid afternoon, taking some go pro footage that we can try to edit together for a promo at some point.  I think he enjoyed the chance to see how the event worked, and the cheers and support from all the crews as we ran past each lap was fantastic. Danielle and Rita came out for the late afternoon shift as the weather looked threatening with very dark clouds over the hills.  More chatting to be done, asking about Rita's thesis and their morning run, and more time to while away.  From about the 7 hour mark, I realised that I was definitely going to get to 100km.  I was feeling quite fine.  My hips were tight and my left foot was a little sore where my foot was rubbing in the arch, but that hadn't changed since about the 3 hour mark.  We celebrated the 84.4km mark - a double marathon a little after the 9 hours.

Most of my family wandered over - Mum, my brother Block - it was his birthday, my kids, a couple of my nieces.  I chatted to Block while I walked, then my daughter ran alongside me, cartwheeling periodically for a half lap, until she was closest to my mum's house again.  She and my stepdaughter then stayed at the playground for a while so they could wave at me as I went past a few more times.

Suddenly, with a couple of hours to go, I felt a blister pop under my right toes and it stung!  I hadn't realised I had one there, but it was quite sore.  As we got to the staging area again, I could see Sue the first aid attendant, and asked for her help.  I peeled off the shoe and socks and found only a minor popped blister, along with a couple of other juicy ones.  Sue smeared it liberally in vaseline, along with each of the socks as I put them back on.  The first few steps were stinging again, but it soon settled.  

Danielle and Rita headed home, and I was jogging alone for a while.  I then hit my hard spot.  I wasn't especially sore.  I wasn't overly tired (I was tired, but I didn't feel distressed about that).  I wasn't hungry, nor low blood sugar, nor thirsty.  I think I had been so 'up', so chatty, so engaged all day, that I just ran out of 'up'.  I cried a little bit.  I tried to lift myself back up, but I struggled.  I kept running.  And crying.  I chatted to Deb again, who told me not to cry, cos she would too.  I caught up with Travis and Mick again, but I was still just feeling flat and let the move ahead.  My tent buddy ran past strongly again; Emma managed to cover 60km in her first 6 hours and was well on track to meet her 12 hour target of 110km, in anticiation of 200km for the 24 hours.  I tried to ask her to ask her husband and mother in law who were crewing for her and able to help me to find my headphones in my bag.  I couldn't find the right words and stuttered and struggled to make it clear I wanted the headphones (not ear phones nor head buds!), so I could escape into some music for a while.  

Thankfully, they found them easily, and I was able to get myself sorted out.  My choice of music here was not sophisticated.  It was angry, 'I'll show you' type of stuff.  I started with Mr Brightside. It's cheesy, but I like it.  Then Prodigy.  Veruca Salt.  The Libertines (Can't stand me now).  Running along, singing under my breath, trying to shift my head, enjoy the rhythm.  By the time I moved onto Fatboy Slim, I was feeling peppy again and ready to chat.  The boys in blue were back (Trav and Mick) and I was ready to see that 100km marker roll around.  We checked the distance with the lap keepers - I was a little over 1 km ahead of the tally because of all the corners in the course, so two cheers were in order.  Mick got some footage on his phone as my borrowed Suunto watch clicked over 100.0 km!  Woo hoo!  Only 1 km further, Ben Hocking was at the 100km marker to get my official time - 11:28:31 for 100km.  A high five, a text message to a few, and back to jogging out the last half hour.  More high fives as I went through the staging area - letting all and sundry know I had reached 100km.  Matt came along on the next lap, running the 24 hour, and we ran the last 3 or more km without a walk stop.  He and Graham pushed me to run the last bit faster, getting down to 5:15 pace for the last few hundred meters.  Then the horn blew, and the run was over.

I am still waiting for even provisional results, but I know I reached 104km official, and a little over 105km on the GPS.  I walked across the dark boggy oval towards the staging area.  I was tired and not sure really what I was feeling.  I was glad to be stopped, but really wanted just to get on with my recovery.  I hugged a few hardy souls in the dark at the start, looked at the heavy food area - there was hot soup ready and lasagne, although the pizza from earlier in the afternoon was all gone (I didn't have any during the day).  I had a brief congratulatory chat to Louise who I had run the 66km night run with earlier in the year, and had run 111km today.  I didn't feel like food, and so just went to get my things, pack my bag and drive home.  It didn't even occur to me that there would be a presentation (it was in the handbook, which I had read, but I just wanted to get home).  I wanted to see Charlie, see the kids, have a bath and not be standing anymore.

I finished in 3rd place female, which was an honour - my first ever running trophy!  I received my medal and trophy on Sunday morning when I went down to cheer and support for the last 2 hours or so of the 24 hour.  I was there to see Howard run 100 miles for the first time, and to see Barry establish a new age distance record for a 58 year old of 192km in 24 hours.  I was on the 200km marker when Emma ran through with 10 minutes to spare - achieving her goal of reaching 200km and setting a record for this event (furthest ever) and winning outright.  She finished with a little over 201km.  I am so proud of her!  I had a big hug with Karen when she came back in, running over 140km in the 24 hours, having been crying for the entire last 2 hours, but surrounded by running buddies who kept her going, 1 step at a time.  She's feeling fine now :-)