MY 1st RUN IN SOME 8 WEEKS - I'M BACK!

This morning I went for a run with Eric and Martin.  A lot has happened in 8 weeks.  Marty's wife is pregnant, Eric is training for a 24 hour run (where he hopes to run 220km in 24hrs around a 400mt track), and I bought a new house.   However, one thing that has not happened is Jarrod Kanizay going for a run!

I woke late.  I was on a promise to meet the boys at 6.30am.  I left home at 6.15am, with 4kms to run (to get to the meeting place).  I felt like I was running slow, but running hard.  I made it!  The boys looked fresh, I was sweating perfusely.  Sweating out 8 weeks of inactivity.  As I saw them from afar I wiped my beading sweat from my face and atempted to regulate my breathing.  I was feeling rusty, but being me, I puffed the chest out and with a smile on my face I said a hearty "G'day boys".

Eric Louw looked wirey, as fit as an ox.  It looked like he had run every day since our big 220km run.  He had probably been up last night doing work until 3am, and he still looked good.  I later found out that only a few days earlier Eric hd done a 42.2km training run around the Sandringham athletics track - Eric you are a freak!

Martin Edwards looked his usual (annoyingly) good looking self.  I was puzzled that Martin was up (out of bed) prior to 6.30am, given how Martin loves his sleep.  I jested that Martin had not been told that Daylight Savings had ended last Sunday.  Martin set me straight though.  He is starting work early these days, and therefore getting home early to assist his pregnant wife in home duties.  I was goiong to keep this quiet, knowing that I should not publicise Marty's gentlemanly ways, and how most of us guys look very average when thrown next to this great man!  Well done Marty, you are a role model to all.  But the most unfortunate thing is that the (Martin Edward's) bar is too bloody high.  It's a bit like Eric's work ethic.  It is great to witness, and again a good measure, but extremely hard to achieve for most of us.

I guess that is what great about these guys, they set the bar high.  They put it out there!  They are (dare I say it) heroes in their field.  Thanks guys.  It is great to be back in your company. 

I ran 15kms today.  Tonight I am very sore.  I have felt great all day with my endorphines throwing me into a perpetual elated high. 

Williamstown Marathon is in 7.5weeks, and I am now committed to racing it, and seeing how quick I can go. 

The training started today, and I am back!

Dehydration after running laid me low

I have just been discharged from hospital.  No known diagnosis, but assumed that I was so dehydrated that my body was shutting down on me, and hence the abdomanal torture.  6 litres of fliud intraveniously, antibiotics and lots of sleep and morphine prescribed.   More later...

Jarrod Kanizay taken to hospital via ambulance.

Last night Jarrod Kanizay was taken to hospital after suffering extreme abdominal pain.
He has been put on a saline drip with morphine infusions for the pain.
Full blood test results, a chest x-ray and an ultrasound have produced no clear diagnosis or reason for the pain.
It is assumed by medics that dehydration has caused a change in normal physiological functionality.

Jarrod Kanizay -

Things of Interest:

·         Even though I have a full head of hair my scalp was sun burnt due to wearing a sun visor rather than a full cap

·         Sunburn through my singlet on day 2 illustrated the extreme UV of the day and how clothing does not protect us from the sun

·         Toilet stops along the way were infrequent and even though it is now Thursday, urine remains cloudy

·         Just yesterday managed to poo after the last time being Saturday morning at 7am – that is 4 and a half days without having to visit a toilet for such. This goes to show that whatever was being put into the body was immediately being used to fuel the body

·         No one got grumpy with each other. A minor miracle given that we were tested at times

·         Three wrong turns on the course on day 1 made life a little testy

Day 1

Started late. Hoping to get off at 4am but instead started at 4.45am. Politician Tim Holding did the first 35kms with us and invited a film crew to film the start of our run.

Things went well right through to Geelong, other than a couple of wrong turns and we all seemed to be coping well. Through Geelong I started to suffer from the distance in my legs and general fatigue. We finished day 1 at approx 6.20pm after 13 and a half hours of running and 120kms.

One issue of the day was whether we were going to make the ferry from Queenscliffe to Sorrento, this played on our minds as we ran along and as we second guessed the distance and time we had to go. The support people in Jane Kanizay, Jon Crameri, Andrew Archer and Liz Burgess were simply fantastic as they got used to us and we got used to them on this first day. We caught the ferry at 7pm, struggling to climb the stairs up to the passenger lounge. We tried to consume as much food and drink on the ferry trip as possible but each of us found this a difficult challenge.

On arriving at Sorrento we lined up for massages by our friend Peter Burke from Melbourne Sports Massage. I was first and found that my legs were riddled with spasm through the effort that they had made during the day. Peter seemed to work all the right moves to make me feel a little better that night. Eric was exhausted after having one and a half hours sleep the night before and he fell asleep on the massage table and was hard to arouse when it was time for dinner. We had take away pizza for dinner however we were still finding it difficult to stomach food and there was plenty left over at the end of the meal. I went to bed at 9.30pm and said to my wife quietly that I won’t be able to do the next day as I’m too sore and too exhausted to go on. I also mentioned this to my friend John who handed me a couple of panadeine forte and voltaren tablets and said to make the decision in the morning when I wake up.  

Day 2

Woke up feeling surprisingly good, was able to walk quite normally, had only a little soreness and no great feeling of exhaustion or lethargy. We planned to start running at 6am, and true to form we were late and started running at 6.45am. The first km was at 6:50 pace, the second at 6 minute pace and the third was back down to 5:30 pace. We agreed to stick to 5:45 pace throughout the second day and I let the boys lead and take care of the pace as we moved through the suburbs of Rye and Rosebud. We travelled well right through to Safety Beach and then the hills of Mt Martha and Mornington along Nepean Hwy were there to throw the challenge to us for the second day.

Martin coasted up the hills as usual and Eric coasted down them and I lagged behind at my slower pace, only to catch them up when we were stopping at the support vehicle every 7kms. I developed sore quads and was starting to get tendon soreness through the right foot. I managed this through anti-inflammatory creams and tablets and panadeine forte along the way.

The temp was getting up there as it was 31 degrees by the time we reached Mornington and the sweat was pouring off all of us. We all worked very hard to drink as much fluid as we possibly could and to get as much energy into us as possible.

We got to Frankston feeling good that we were now on the flat surface leading to Melbourne with only 42kms to go. We ran along Nepean Hwy, all the way thorough to Mordialloc under the part shade of shop awnings, and stopping for friends, the support vehicle, and family as they met us. When we go to Mordialloc I was again soaked to the bone with sweat and needed to once again change my shoes and socks as a matter of course. From this pit stop the crowd of support had grown and my friend Brian Smith and his daughter Madison had joined the entourage. It was difficult starting to fun after this break as my muscles were starting to tighten up from the earlier efforts made. We ran on Beach Rd towards Hampton, hoping to achieve the next 14kms without a hitch. However, as this stage of the run it was very difficult to find shade and the sun beat down on us for several km’s without a break. Martin made comment after 3kms that he was starting to suffer because of the heat so he walked and soon thereafter found shade by running on the opposite side of the road. But it all seemed too late for me as I was becoming more fatigued as we soldiered on. By the time we got to the clock tower in Black Rock I was nauseous and sweating excessively and asked for my pulse to be taken by Liz as I was a little bit concerned about my condition. I found it very difficult to eat or drink anything but forced the fluid down in the hope that I could keep going. I walked around during this stop after changing my shoes, shirt and hat, did my thank you’s to those who had come out to support and then was ready to run again in order to get the job done. My wife Jane at that stage had jumped off the support bike and ran next to me for the next 4kms with an entourage of some 15-20 people behind us. I ran strongly but knew that I was fading and with just 1km to go before Hampton I asked the group to walk. I made it four steps before being forced to my knees due to my nausea where I brought up the remnants of leftover pizza from the breakfast I had had that morning. It was a dry retch; it was a difficult cramping situation. I wanted to lie down and just collapse in the spot that I was, but essentially did not want to get my running gear dirty so I stood back up, told my wife and Eric that I can’t go on and I pulled out of the run.

Eric’s wife who happens to be a nurse had been following me in her car for some km’s due to her concerns for my health, and her intuitions seemed to be right on this occasion. She quickly pulled in to the area where we were and I went with her in the car to cool down, shower and rest while the boys ran on towards the finish line.

Eric and Martin made a wonderful effort in going on to complete the run around the bay. They are great runners. They are great men. They made it back to Federation Square at approx 9:20pm. I was pleased to be able to join them with 300 meters to go, and to run across the finish line with them even though I had pulled out earlier. At this stage I still felt nauseous and had hot and cold sweats, but felt able to manage myself for this short time that I was at the finish line with the boys. This was a very proud moment for the three of us. We had put so much of ourselves into this run, and it had now come to its end. We did the standard pats on the back, hugs, photos and other such congratulatory gestures, and dissipated from Federation Square by 10pm as we were all ready to go home for showers and sleep.

We got lots of cheers and well wishes and donations from passersby along the way on the second day. This was encouraging and pleasing.  Thank you for those who came out and supported our run, and who donated so generously to the event and our appeal.

I’m not disappointed that I did not finish the run as it is most important that my health be most considered above anything else. As my friend Brian Smith said, “If you had of gone on, the next stop you would have been making would have been at hospital.” I am very proud that we achieved what we set out to achieve. I’m very pleased and proud of Martin Edwards and Eric Louw for their mate ship, their achievement in finishing and in everything that we shared throughout this amazing weekend and the 6 week lead up to it.

In reference to whether Jarrod Kanizay will ever do this run again; it is difficult to say at this stage, but my inclination is to say that I’m happy to have done it once and that I will go back to marathon running instead.

Group Meeting, no running, but much to be done!

This week was meant to be a rest week...

We met last night at my place with John (cyclist/support), Jane (after she got home from trapeze class), Annalise and Joseph (because they just would not go to bed). We went over the 'TO DO' list, 'THE ROUTE' and 'OUR NUTRITION'. We have a load of shopping to do:  from nurofen, to Vaseline, to 20 litre water barrels from Bunnings. We need more nutrition from Hammer Nutrition, other flavours of gels and more sweat / electrolyte tablets.

We are now without a driver of the support vehicle, as one of our support crew has had to pull out of the weekend, and the other person in the car does not have a license.

By the end of the meeting I had a headache, sore throat and was feeling feverish and not quite right.

I went to bed in a sweat. I woke a dozen times. Dosed up on panadol and slept on a towel so my bed would not turn into a swimming pool of sweat. I am sure I will be better in the next few days.

Our last long run before the BIG ONE - 20kms

Donating to The Black Saturday Run Appeal - 100% to fire affected communities

Yes 100% of your donation will go directly to the Black Saturday Bush Fire Affected Communities.  

The projects that will recieve your money are still being considered, and will largely depend on how much money is raised.  We are hoping that people give generously, and that we reach our target of $250,000.

We are lucky enough to have partnered up with The Lord Mayor's Charitable Foundation, who have been raising money for needy communities for the past 85 years.  They are based in Melbourne (out of The Melbourne Town Hall).

We hooked up after a long search for a suitable partner charity group.  It was very difficult to donate money to the Black Saturday Bushfires (at this time), as the government Black Saturday Appeal (through the Red Cross) was closed for any public donations.  Other groups we considered did not have easy processes for  the public to donate.

The Lord Mayor's Charitable Foundation have already allocated over $900,000 to the fire affected communities, and our appeal will help add pleanty of clout to their coffers.

PLEASE DONATE NOW...

CREDIT CARD DONATIONS at https://secure.donman.net.au/client/lmf/lmcfform.asp 

OR send CHEQUE DONATIONS to The Lord Mayor's Charitable Foundation : 
Fourth Floor, Melbourne Town Hall
Swanston Street
MELBOURNE VIC 3000

OR simply TEXT YOUR PLEDGE to 0412817783 stating 'Your Name' and 'The Amount' you wish to donate.

Eric - a man of great contradictions - don't believe a word he says!

What Eric says:  "We must run slowly in training in order to calibrate to the pace of our 220km run".
What Eric does: Runs his training runs on his own at a pace usually much faster than 5 minute km pace.  Read his training diary... http://www.blacksaturdayrun.com.au/more_info.php?id=1 

What Eric says: "Jarrod will probably beat me in the next marathon"
What Eric does: Consistantly beats Jarrod over 42.2kms

What Eric says: "I am leaving work early to run and get home at a decent time"
What Eric does:  Stays at work until the job is done, does not usually run after work (unless it is a 20km sprint), and then takes work home with him to ensure that Telstra does not fall over.  I wish he was working for me!

What Eric says: "I'm happy to go at your pace"
What Eric does: Starts a training session at my pace and will regularly take off with 5 - 10km to go statin that he feels 'surprisingly' good. 

What Eric says: OFTEN NOT MUCH...
What Eric does: BUT HIS ACTIONS ARE FOREVER GIVING AND UNSELFISH. 

Photo Shoot with Richmond Football Club

Today I flew in from New Zealand and raced straight to The Richmond Football Club.  Martin, Eric and I met and had our photos taken with Troy Simmonds (ruck) and Chris Newman (Captain).  This was a great opportunity.  They were very nice guys, and I am sure that they will play even better this year having got my valuable words of football advice.

I have been a Tigers supporter since 1979. 
Eric, being a South African immigrant knows very little about football.  As from today he his a mad keen Richmond supporter too.
Martin is (like my father Vincent Kanizay) a Geelong supporter.  I am working on him to jump ship accross to the 'ever promising' Tigers.

Photos will be in The Herald Sun tomorrow.

To join The Richmond Football Club go to their website... http://www.richmondfc.com.au/membership/tabid/7629/default.aspx 
JOIN NOW!

Let's get it straight - Jarrod Kanizay is running 220kms over 2 days.

There has been a little bit of confusion out there regarding this run.  Well here's the drill...  I am running 220km, and my mates Eric and Martin will be right by my side (running 220km as well).

Eric Louw (my running partner for the past 6 years) and Martin Edwards (a 'Rob Lowe' look-alike, that Eric and I have been running with for the past 3 years) are great running partners.  We run a few days a week together, with Sunday 6am runs reserved for for long running, philosophies on life and guys just being guys.  Needless to say, the three of us share a strong bond of mateship.

Just 5 weeks ago (the saturday before Christmas 2009), we thought that we would do this run (around the bay) .  We had all done a lot of running in 2009, so did not think it a big thing to commit to.  WE WERE WRONG.

After doing the Maryville Marathon in November, and seeing the devastation of the Black Saturday Fires, this was also a great opportunity to rally further support for the bushfire affected communities.  It important for all of us to remember these effected communities and to loan our support to them.

Frequently asked questions about Black Saturday Run...

Q. Can I come and run part the way with the 3 BSR runners?
A. Yes, it would be great to have you there! Just ring ahead of time (on 0430 017783), and we will tell you where we are, or likely to be and you can come and meet with us and run.  Just remember that we will be walking when we are eating food, and changing our clothes every 30kms.  Bring your own drinks and gels, and be aware that you are running at your own risk (as usual).

Is Rob Lowe / Martin Edwards single?

Sorry ladies and gentlemen, Martin, the Black Saturday Run pin-up boy, is happily married to Amber.  They also have a beautiful child Chloe.

Martin was a 'pretty boy' guitarist/singer in a pop band in the 1990's.  I'm guessing that is where he learned to strut and master that devilish (blue eyed) gaze.

And to answer that other question that most of you have.... YES, I am very jealous!

Another gratuitous plug for Garmin and "Highly Tuned Athletes".

Injury stops me

Saturday's 52km run - Journey to the centre of 'THE WESTERN SUBERBS'

HOW DO WE KNOW THAT WE CAN DO IT?

Last Sunday's 70km run really took it out of me.  It left my legs heavy and tired, and a little sore and my joints stiff.  It was a hard run.  Maybe it was the 30k's the day before.  Maybe it has been the quick build up to such big k's.

I toughed it out and finished alongside Eric and Martin.  But it was not easy.  At one stage (30k's to go), I looked at myself in the reflection of a shop window.  I had a pained expression on my face, well characterised by my downturned mouth.  It is a trait from my Yugoslavian grandmother: where the edges of my mouth are distinctly low, like to painted on 'sad face' of an unhappy clown.  It is my sign of absolute fatigue and dispair.  I saw it in the window and shook my head.  It was way too early to feel like that.  I had 30 to go.  I pinch my cheeks and wipe my brow.  I drop my arms and alter my gait.  I made a change.  I needed to.  I needed to feel better, and make the next 30kms feel better than that very moment.  It worked, but this conviction nonetheless has hurt me!

I like out and back runs, because once you go out then YOU HAVE TO GO BACK.  It is like the movie Gattica, where the youger brother had swimming challenges with his older (superior) brother - (where they would swim out into the ocean together until the other gives up).  The younger brother would always win.  The older brother asks him later in the movie "how did you know you could make it back into shore?"  "I DIDN'T!" the younger brother said.  Good movie.

We have 220kms to run.  100kms on the last day. 
How do we know that we can do it, WE DON'T.

BUT WE WILL!

70kms, and a Tired South African

MY RUNNING WATCH - it tells you more than the time!

A long hard 42kms - Brighton to Frankston (with a detour)

Some adjectives & phrases to sum up today’s run... 

·  bushed
adjective:- exhausted

·  knackered
adjective:- puzzled or exhausted.

·  pooped
adjective:- tired, exhausted

·  stuffed
adjective:- exhausted

·  zonked
noun:- exhausted

·  blew a gasket
noun:- exhausted

·  wrecked
noun:- exhausted

And I thought that I would be fine.  Sometimes I get it so wrong.

It was only 30degrees today, but the little shade threw me, and I felt so very average at just 26km. 

I had 16km to go...

It started off so well at 8.30am as I headed off from home.  My legs felt great, having run 25 kms in the heat of the day yesterday.  I firstly had an easy run up the road to Hampton to collect fellow runner Martin at 9.30am.  2 brothers-in-laws (Magnus Michelsson and Peter Robertson), and my sister-in-law (Susan Michelsson) were competing in a Triathlon at Hampton just as I was running past, so I got to support them whilst doing a few laps of the area in which I was waiting for Martin.

Met Marty, and the journey together started.  No worries early, but after just another 16kms i was in trouble.  Truth be known, i think I was in trouble from about the 20km mark.  Just one of those days.

Every step an effort.  I have not fainted in a run ever, but felt very close to it today.

The last 14kms was torturous.  The last 10 murder.  The last 4 was simply unbearable.  Marty talked to me all the way, trying to distract me from the pain.  He asked me a million questions regarding my life (in detail).  I answered openly and honestly, not really caring of the judgement that may follow.  I wanted to collapse and sleep at the 35km mark, and Marty bought me a sports drink.  This saved me. I had only brought 4 gels on this run, and they had all gone by the 32k mark.  I truly was all too much today.

THEN I GOT THEIR!  I walked then. Walked along the beach looking for my friends and family, of whom I was meant to meet.  Several minutes went by, and finally I saw a familiar face in my friend Dean Kino.  More relief... I had found a friend, and my 42.2km was no longer all in vane.

From there we had a day on the beach, I drank water, chatted, and held it together (socially) for a whole afternoon and evening.

THIS WAS AN EXTREME DAY, and I am so pleased to have finished it and to have completed what I started... THANKS MARTIN.

A little niggle

Did not run today, nor did I yesterday. I had a niggle - in my right soleus muscle (behind my shin bone). It always seems that there is something in the way of my progress. Probably a good thing though, 'cos god I've been extremely tired since my 58km Sunday Run. This is probably also due to the fact that I am back to work, and have been staying up late to cram in some more work at night. Eric is away too. It's different having just Martin to train with. We don't organise it as well. There is a lack of 'couple communication', a lack of commitment to catching up for a run. It would never work between us Marty! I feel drawn to running with Eric in the mornings. There is something about getting to his house at 6am! It is probably my curiosity as to how late he got to bed last night (with work), knowing that it was much later than my effort. Anyway, more about Eric later! The NIGGLE... I today secured our Masseuse for the BlackSaturdayRun. His name is Peter, from Melbourne Sports Massage. He is providing us with our massages for our training, event and recovery (post-event). Nice guy, and gives a great massage. I went to see Peter as soon as I got of the phone from him. He poked and prodded, like a curious kid with a stick to a dead cat. This prodding soon made me aware of my tight, overused muscle abuse. Each prod hurt, and it escalated the more he went on. It is a shame for Peter that Guantanamo Bay Prison is closing up soon, he would have fit right in to their torture team very nicely. And, all covered up nicely under the guise of "I'm the prison masseuse". Sure you bloody well are! Peter assures me that my NIGGLE will leave me, and will be no problem. I can run 25km tomorrow. And I can take up those Burlesque lessons I have been angling toward for some time... HOORAY!

mate⋅ship   [meyt-ship]

–noun ... Australian. a mode of conduct among Australian men that stresses equality, friendship, and solidarity. Origin: 1585–95; mate 1 + -ship . It seems to me that mateship is important to all of us. I know it is to me! As a man, it is good to know that my mates are there for me if I am in need, and even when I’m not. They are there to celebrate with me, commiserate, to lend a hand when I need it.

BUT MATES DO MUCH MORE... I say again, it is important that we have mates and mateship. As the definition tells us, it stresses EQUALITY! All too often us guys get a bit too testosterone driven! Look what I’ve got, look how much I earn, check out my huge... Well, mateship doesn’t give a toss! If you are a tossa, then you might find yourself with very few mates. Mateship takes 2 or more people and throws then together as absolute equals, and if someone starts to get ahead of themselves, then, all being equal, their mates will tell them to pull their head in and come back down to earth and start being a mate again. FRIENDSHIP... to be able of offer harmony, accord, understanding, a rapport. And last of all SOLIDARITY... a union or fellowship arising from common responsibilities and interests.

MY MATESHIP WITH ERIC AND MARTIN: Each Sunday the 3 of us meet (at ‘The Red Shed’) in Hampton, at 6.30am usually. Martin grumbles about the early start, whilst Eric and I feel the need to get the run finished early so we don’t have ‘husband’ or ‘father’ guilt (a state of irreconcilable guilt one gets when one’s wife brings up the ‘you’re never home’ argument!) Anyway, on meeting up, we meet as absolute equals, in our daggy, overworn, over-washed running gear; with our morning eyes, and weary legs. Without each other the likelihood of still being in bed any given Sunday would be remarkably high. The boys are good at asking how the week has been, and what the news is. Sometimes we have a lot to say. Often a few laughs (mostly at my expense) and sometimes, we’ll run along in silence. The ‘Running in silence’ mateship, otherwise known as ‘It’s OK just to hang out and not talk’ mateship, is a very important zone (and understanding) that mates can find themselves in. Men can sometimes have greater solidarity in silence. On long runs (20, 30, 40kms), it can readily be said “That was a great run, Thanks boys” even when very few words have been spoken. Now that is solidarity. It’s a bit like when you would go out to your dad’s shed you were a young boy, and your dad would tinker in silence (as long s you never touched anything of his that was of any menial importance to him, and you stood by his side, in silence, for hours, wondering what it bloody hell was that he was up to! (This is classic ‘no talk’ mateship). Even when Eric, Marty and I do talk, we are not often philosophising or solving the World Financial Crisis or Global Warming. As mates, we are most often talking ‘mate speak’ – otherwise known as ‘crap’ – nothing in particular, insignificant stuff, stuff that no one else would find at any rate stimulating or interesting. But somehow, for some reason, our words run into each other’s, and meld into the making of ‘harmony, accord, understanding and a rapport’. SO IF YOU ARE SHORT ON MATES GO AND MAKE THE EFFORT AND HANG OUT WIH SOME PEOPLE. INVITE SOMEONE OVER. JOIN A RUNNING GROUP. COME AND MEET US AT 6.30AM ON A SUNDAY AT THE RED SHED. LAST OF ALL, thank you to all my mates, and all who have shown me mateship. May mateship continue to assist all us men (and women) move through life with friendship and support, and a great sense of belonging.

MY BLISTERS - see for yourself!

2XU Compression Running Gear

Went out for a run today and wore my 2XU compression gear for the first time. 2XU are sponsoring the three of us in our training, and on the event and for recovery gear thereafter. This is the first time I have used such gear, and it has been amazing to feel the difference on my legs. Seriously, if you haven't tried this stuff out, then do yourself a favour. 2XU the premier garment gear specialise in triathlon, cycling and running, and they have been the supplier to the Australian Institute of Sport over recent times. Today I ran 42 kms with my long compression shorts, race compression socks and running singlet, and can't recommend them highly enough. It feels like I have just completed a 10 km easy run.

TEAMWORK - my staff get involved

MY 1st RUN IN 5 WEEKS

OK boys, then we better go for a run then.  Since Marty and Eric were going anyway, (they seem to never take time off running), I tagged along.  A gentle 25km is always a good way to clear out the cobwebs. 

We ran and chatted about the big picture of the run.  Our thoughts and feelings about BLACK SATURDAY, and where we were on that day.

We are all very committed, and as from tomorrow we will map out the business plan of how it should all happen!

Paul Gladwell, a mate of ours who has run accross the Sahara Desert with Marty also came along.  He's running across New Zealand, so is always good company. 

Now the boys picked up the pace with 7kms to go.  I tried to hold on, but got quickly spat out the back.  Marty and Eric were always within their rights to slaughter me while I was out of shape - I would have done the same to them!   I'll be sore tomorrow for sure.

Set a goal, and MAKE IT HAPPEN.