Thursday, May 30, 2024

In the club

What is this running club scene anyway?
South African road running is a massive thing, it’s a whole subculture most people are either blissfully unaware or incredibly suspicious of. One condition of doing road running races beyind a half marathon is that you have to join a club, and run in the official club kit – with any variations being a potential disqualification. I saw this is as an admin side issue, I never thought I’d need to join a club to actually go running – I’ll just do my training and the rest of the things I can work out on my own.

The obvious thing was to join my closest club, Fish Hoek AC, but look at that kit, it’s a yellow and black prison outfit – there had to be a better option?! I figured I might only do Comrades once, so might as well get some nice pictures. I settled on the best option of becoming a country member of this club in Benoni that uses the chappies bubblegum design for their vests.

Turns out my wife knows half the stalwarts at the Fishhoek and it’s apparently a great vibe, so she signed us up as a family before my sudden dose of unneccesary vanity could get in the way. The upsides from then on kept on coming.  

There’s a thing on the Saturday morning called a “club run”. You can go do anything from 12-25km (and building) in little groups and every 5km or so there’s a car that stops on the side of the road to setup a water station. Things like water/biscuits/coke/jellybabies are just there and members take turns to run it. INCREDIBLE development, all of a sudden getting up at 5:45am on a Saturday morning wasn’t such an issue.

Without me really realizing it, the entire calendar for the first half of the year is clearly structured around Comrades. It just builds up in distance and the training follows suit. It was during this time that it dawned on me that this whole Comrades malarkey wouldn’t quite be the breeze I expected. And that’s where a club and more importantly clubmates come in. Feeling undertrained/overcome/injured/anxious/overconfident/windgat/aimless….there’s someone who’s been there done that and happy to share your issues and add their own experience to ease the anxiety. You can’t put a price on that.

Westcoast marathon would be my first lots of things for a while, but mostly I’d be running in that kit for the first time. Amongst many things I got to greet fellow strangers on overtaking(en), a quick acknowledgement of your club mate is somehow a much bigger deal than I thought it would be.

Two Oceans is the highlight and focus of the running season for many, in my mind I had it as a convenient training exercise that popped into the schedule nicely. Amongst many things I learnt that a quirky kit is recognizable if nothing else. The random support you get from strangers just on your outfit is probably worth a hundred free strides each. The day after the run there was a sneaky get together at the club to celebrate everyone and their achievements. I’ve done lots of big events but there’s something special when a group gets together to celebrate all and sundry and their own achievements no matter what they were.

In the background there’s a guy pulling all sort of strings and levers for the Comrades runners from the club to have a good experience. Long runs, a talk by Bruce, special kit for the race it’s all done and so appreciated. Tonight I got celebrated with 35 other club members as the group going to take this on in the club colours. There’s a big contingent of us doing our first, quite a few green numbers (10+) not running but way out there Beaumont is doing his 25th and final. I first met him in the shops looking at kit, did a few hundred metres together at Oceans and today he bought me a jager celebrating my first.

I never thought I’d be a “club runner”, but now I get it. Everyone runs for their own reasons, it really can be the loneliest of pursuits plodding on the road. Solitude has its place but it’s so much easier when you’re in company suffering together. I might not even do another Comrades, but I’ll definitely stay a club member. A FHACing proud one too. I forgot to mention, I'm raising money for SANparks honorary rangers with this blog - please go donate some money here

Monday, May 27, 2024

“Everyone has a plan till they get punched in the face.”

That quote is attributed to Mike Tyson, it’s maybe not even what he actually said as it seems to alternate between “face/mouth”. It’s also difficult to do detailed research on this as it said in an interview and not a live press conference. I quickly gave up trying to confirm it, as the internet is full of twitter videos of him actually punching someone in the face (mostly a passenger on a plane, clearly didn’t want the aisle seat?). We’re going down the wrong track here far too quickly, but it’s a fitting metaphor. I had a nicely laid out plan for this blog mini-series and what to write. Then I got the flu, and that changed both my program and my desire to open a computer for a good 72 hours. The quick news is that it is the night before the Slave Route Half marathon and I will not be running it in jeanpants. I won’t be doing anything more taxing than making tea (I gave my entry away on Friday already). We have lovely children who sometimes come with germs and for a brief period we got to reminisce what it was like during that wonderful lockdown of 2020s when the 75% of the family had covid. I’m definitely not here to talk about vaccines (there’s no desire for this blog to go viral), but in hindsight would have got the flu jab as a precaution measure to my overall running plan.

So back to the plan then (well keep coming back to see how these reports go, but) how does this affect my training/race strategy? More importantly, what is my training/race strategy?

I’ve always done a bit of this and a bit of that. Living in Cape Town and right by the sea I like to think that I can be on the water/ in the mountains /on a bike (delete where applicable by time/weather available). It’s too windy you say…well I do windsports too, because that’s like not skiing in a snowresort! If you’ve been around long enough to remember the Totalsports challenge, a 7 leg relay event from Gordon’s Bay to Kleinmond – I did it as a solo 5 times, even won prize money sometimes!

Having a family was a real adjustment in my outdoor activities but the sport(s) I’ve done most over the last decade was Adventure Racing. This is “the greatest team sport you’ve never heard of”, and always impossible to describe in a nutshell. For this context, I’ll be in a mixed gender team of four. We move together non-stop through sections of paddling/mountainbiking and mountain trekking with the organization moving our gear as transition between disciplines. There is no marked route but checkpoints we need to navigate to using only a map and compass (so yes no gps/google earth/phone a friend). The big event is an annual ~500km race, which will us take 4-6 days to complete with an average of 2/3 hours of broken sleep each night.

Team Rustproof AR on day 2 of ARWC
Sounds crazy, you bet! We obviously can’t move at lightning speed for this period of time, so it’s moderate riding and fast trekking until the wheels start falling off. The team can only move as fast as the slowest member, so we look after whoever that is at that particular time. We take turns to be tired/sore/sense of humourless but also get to travel through parts of the country and promise you’d never be taken to otherwise. Bruce F even did one once. 2023 was the turn of South Africa to host our first ever World Champs, and I threw myself into this more than ever before with a supportive family totally behind me. To fit into the global calendar we actually had 16 months to plan for this race but I started about 10kgs in reserve and a niggly achilles that wasn’t fixing itself like these things normally do. For the first time ever I actually went to physio, did the recommended exercises and signed up and still attend a weekly pilates class. I managed to trim down and stay injury free, and I even have a biokineticist that I haven’t visited for months but am ready to go to in a heartbeat if things don’t feel right. ARWC was late October with 100+ teams from 60+ countries, an experience of a lifetime. The ~900km course ending in Cape St Francis took us 8 days and 8 hours, and I was cheeky enough to do a parkrun the next morning (blister management just about satisfactory). I felt like I had some well deserved rest lined up, but an incredible base to keep for the next big thing which was of course Comrades in June.
didn't monitor the scale closely, but the belt records 10sm of shrinkage

In hindsight I can see I was overconfident for this challenge for two large reasons.

* Long duration road running was no longer in my conditioning
* I picked up tickbite fever somewhere on the course and it klapped me
Let’s look at the second only, as I’ll get to the first in another post. We go bundu bashing through the veld and sometimes just sleep in a comfy looking spot in the gamadoelas. I’ve got it from 2 races before in the past, so jumped on getting the right medication as soon as I suspected it. My previous experience was that it just made you really tired but you could bounce back pretty quickly, but this race we got incredibly hungry and I think my body/metabolism might have been in a bit of shock from starvation.

I’ve never had a defined training plan for anything, but rather went on what felt right and was available and most of all fun. A GPS to record everything and a handy platform to monitor it all is incredible to co-ordinate this all better. As a team we all use Strava to help monitor each other, celebrate big sessions and “nudge” those who need to pull up their socks. I hadn’t realized it at first, but Strava premium gives you rudimentary coaching diagnostics that you can use to analyse training load/recovery and “overall fitness”. I don’t know how much intelligence it really has, they just ask for your sex, age and weight and I’d only use it as a rough guide; but the graphics do show some interesting things.

As you can see it took a long time to build up fitness that was then totally wiped out in 6 weeks. I can add a massive pinch of salt here; while I’ll try to record all my training/races on my watch I can’t use it for adventure races because it’s a GPS so banned and wouldn’t have the battery life to last 200 hours. We did have a team recorder that was allowed, but I’m not sure if any of those metrics record in for me as it’s just one big activity (Discovery definitely didn’t reward me with a free coffee, but that’s ok).

What’s my point, when I started running properly again in January, I might have been starting from a much lower base than I envisioned. Probably a good thing I did a fair bit of Cederberg hiking first in the December break.

I considered the two training plan extremes of winging it (with additional advice at the running club bar) and getting an actual coach. The middle ground was to pick one of the training schedules you download off the Comrades website. I went for this, they’re done by Lindsay Parry the “official coach of Comrades” who has been in this game for a while. It’s free, but obviously very generalised and limited to the goal time you have in mind. My thinking was to see if this worked for me for two months and then reassess. It really slotted into my thumbsuck of building up mileage gradually with a qualifying marathon end of march ( Two oceans idea came later). That is how I got three A4 pages stuck to the inside of my cupboard door. I’d look at them every day, taking it week by week, and adjusting my schedule and plans for the coming days. Every 6 weeks I’d take them down and physically compare my actual time on foot/distance to the goal.

That’s a plan, do what you can. I’ve had a full week of zero running now three weeks out from race day, which is not in the schedule. Could have been better, could have been worse and no point worrying about what you can’t change. The one thing I know is that you definitely don’t try cram it back so late in the game!

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Why Comrades??

I was always going to do Comrades sometime. I must have been 4 or 5 when my brother told me that we were waking up really early to watch the cock crow, see the fast crazy guys try get on TV for a few minutes of fame and then see Bruce Fordyce slowly smash everyone to take the win as predicted. That memory planted a seed then, and while many other trees have grown the 89km one is finally in the sunlight. I’ve always tried to watch it and while interest ebbed and flowed for a bit with many other worthy pursuits it remained in firmly the (ever expanding) bucketlist.

In retrospect I’m casually surprised I haven’t done it by now, but it’s not like I’ve been on the couch. Came close to starting down the path before; even qualified for it in 2009 in a misguided idea that it would be the first leg of the Freedom Challenge Extreme triathlon (I ended up doing something much sillier, but that is a story for another day). Unogwaja almost got me roped in but it was just too much time at the time, everytime. My wife Victoria and I soft committed to doing it together in 2020 (If Caroline can do it!), the year we would both turn 40. We never followed through, and that would have been a non-story because of “you know what” anyway.

I had by now run out of good excuses, but was definitely prompted by the incredible documentary DOWN. Think of Chasing the Sun, but for running (it’s the same production crew) try watch it. South Africa is many things, but definitely excels in the doing crazy properly and then dressing it up as normal. Nowhere else on the planet will you see 16 000+ people line up in the dark, sing together and run further than two standard marathons for a chunk of metal. I don’t normally go for something mainstream, but this is a story I wanted to be a part of and add my own name to the script. I like to think I’m a glass half full type of South African, and I’d go as far to say that Comrades looks like the most integrated anything we have going for us. All races, genders, LSM, ages, hometowns thrown together to be united by a course and equal for a day (if you stretch it to counting the last finisher to the first as being an Orwellian equal). The field covers a range of athletic abilities (how I yearn to trade a bit of my wise experience for my younger running body) but anyone who can cover the course is a superhuman in my book.

Just incase I needed any further encouragement, it turns out I married into some Comrades history that I am definitely claiming as if I’ve earned it (my own mother in law has "only" finished four). Victoria’s family are mainly from KZN, so the race runs deep on both sides. Her aunt (our host in Durbs) has done a casual 24, one of them pregnant enough that it would have melted social media these days. The press even wrote about her here. An uncle on the other side was pretty quick in his day. Gold medal sort of quick, try running sub6 in the 70s with bata tekkies, oros and no strava? No spice, uncle Tim once finished this race where the only people ahead of him were an Alan R, a Bruce F and a guy called Papillon Ball.

I finished the 900km Adventure Racing World Champs feeling in good shape so figured this would be a fun challenge for 2024. The entry was easy, didn’t have a running club or even done a road race for a decade but you pays your money and you gets your chance to write your name in the book. I did it on the day it opened and only told my wife, not entirely convinced yet I was actually going to do it.

DONATE HERE – R4k and I do Slave Route 21km in Jeans on the 26th of May

Who is JeanPantRacer?

So what’s this then? A memory jot for my journey to comrades 2024 for three reasons; to write about, so I can remember it and to raise some $$$ for Sanparks honorary rangers I’ve had this blog for a long time, it got close to being an actual thing. It all started at the places where most good ideas come from, a pub. this time, Knysna 2009 where I was running the half marathon the next day. Inspired by the OG jean racer Andrew King who did comrades in jeans, I chose to run in my levi's. Can't find the photo from that, but here is some of the things I've since done:
HellyHansen Tri Challenge Theewaterskloof 2010
HellyHansen Tri Challenge Theewaterskloof 2010
Knysna Half Marathon 2010
Knysna Full marathon 2011
Argus Cycle tour 2012 But for now it’s my platform to share my story. Normally I really avoid putting myself in the spotlight where possible, but got told I can be inspiring so decided to do something positive. When you enter Comrades, you can elect to do it for charity. I’ve never done this before, but really like Sanparks Honorary Rangers. I love taking my family exploring to Sanparks properties, and do lots of running in TMNP that is my backyard too. Locally I just know that there will be some proper projects required after the summer of fires we’ve had on Table Mountain. So here’s my pledge, for now. Donate to Sanparks Honorary Rangers. If I get to R4k before for 7pm Saturday 25th of May – I’ll do the Slave route Half Marathon the next morning in jeans. DONATE HERE EDIT - Jun24: I found this one from that first Knysna half in 2009, really regret now not actually buying these photos properly! Keep your eyes out for jeanpantracer at an event near you soon!