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One moment you’re all pumped up in anticipation for doing the extraordinary and perhaps improving the Comrades seeding, the next moment you’re exhausted, drenched and heading home (almost) empty handed. That’s the brief summary of the Singapore Marathon experience for me, but as usual it’s how we arrive at the conclusion that requires further investigation.

Truth be told I probably was so afraid of not preparing well on raceday that I struggled prior to boarding the MRT to the race precinct. I may have been so fearful of eating so close to the race start or drinking something that I wasn’t meant to that I ended up not consuming anything at all until purchasing an Ovalteenies drink and some Skittles at a nearby 7-Eleven. The fact that I couldn’t find a Gatorade or Powerade type drink (more on the electrolytes used in the race later) added to the fear, especially when I was still uncertain of the bottled water I received upon arrival on the Wednesday night at my motel. The fact that the last semi proper meal that I ate was some Singaporean KFC (cheesy bolognaise on french fries was too great to resist) at Friday lunchtime didn’t help either. Not that I felt sick or anything like that, but the fact that almost all the nearby establishments were seafood outlets (I don’t consume Seafood) and the fact I was a little scared to go to the Canadian Pizza shop across the road must have had some impact.

The previous night may not have helped either, although I probably wouldn’t have changed what I did for a second. Desperate to get in some sights I was determined to have a look at Gardens by the Bay at Sunset for spectacular effect. The flipside to that was instead of either resting up or having a nice meal somewhere, the night before the big race was spent cruising around nature and even doing a spot of Christmas shopping (one sibling complete for S$23). Soul food to relax the mind could be seen as a key preparation element for some runners, so doing this and wandering through the gardens and the domes would be something I’d do again (tourists note: if doing the flower dome it’s the SMELL rather than the LOOK that is the attraction), although I may have been better off doing this on Thursday Night to free up the Friday.

In any case, the MRT trip was smooth enough but for the first time in a while I didn’t wear my race shoes until I got off the train, having to store thongs (OK, flip-flops) in the transparent gear bag. I was switched on enough to do this whilst indoors near the MRT stop, knowing that doing this outside in the warmth would be undoubtedly tougher for the feet to handle. With all the gear including blue zinc applied, some happy snaps taken and a shorter less intense warm up undertaken in light of the failings post warm ups in Melbourne and to a lesser extent Hobart, it was time to wander through the pit garage of fate and onto the track for a date with destiny.

The date with destiny had a slight delay before it became reality. I’m used to waiting on the start line before crossing it, three trips to Comrades will do that to you, but this was the first time since the City2Surf in 2017 that I took part in a wave start. For marathons they probably are in bigger events a necessary evil, but I’m not a massive fan of them, particularly in the warmer climate of Singapore. Waiting around in the start precinct may have been taxing enough, but to wait for over 15 minutes and 3 waves (plus the wheelchair athletes who started 5 minutes prior to the elites) in oppressive heat without access to fluids unless you were self sufficient and crammed in to a relatively tiny space was ordinary. What made this worse was that the Half Marathon starters were also mixed in with their start being at the same time. Given the Singapore Marathon is ambitious in wanting to be the 7th Major, perhaps they need to look at the timing of the half marathon in order to avoid two separate races mixed in together for 17 kilometres, unless the elites want to use a half marathon runner as a pacemaker for the early stages which I would imagine is slightly against the norm.

Eventually the horn was sounded to release the D wave, and it was practically a slow burner for the first mile or so. With everyone so bunched and half marathoners either getting in the way or trying to get out of the way of marathoners, the pace would well and truly be off, not that I minded that much. Then the troubles really started. Usually in marathons I’m not looking to do any type of walking until the second or third drink station (climate dictated that I would be planning to be stopping at every station for water only), but the heat and humidity was such that I was walking through station one, and walking for longer than anticipated. Still things were running relatively smoothly for the first 7km or so up to the first changeover point for racers in the Ekiden (for want of a better term, that was a 6 person relay). The legs started to feel sore and heavy and the body was feeling warmer than usual. Not wanting to panic I decided to revert to a Comrades cooling strategy that seemed to work reasonably well, splashing water down the shirt front and back and on my cap. It didn’t really help save for a short ‘sugar hit’ before I started running again.

It started coming to a head just prior to the halfway mark. The legs were very heavy particularly in the quads, it wasn’t a cramp but the weariness rendered me useless. I was praying that the forecast storms (which never came) would at least cool the residual heat off the road to make it bearable for me, but I was really struggling. My head was also starting to throb and the sight of a medical tent was welcomed. I remember asking someone if I was still “with it”, as in was I still functioning well to them as I was unsure myself? They decided to take measures of heartbeat and blood pressure, then proceded to lay me down and douse me with half a dozen bottles of water before providing me with the electrolyte drink I was keen to avoid due to not testing it before (they do say never try anything new on race day). They had also seemingly put some of this in another bottle of water which tasted like absolute crap. I basically lay on the ground hoping the headache would clear, although at times the lights of a nearby tower seemed fuzzier than normal.

After about 30 minutes they repeated the dousing of my body with water, which my body reacted to with a little shock, it had been some time since the body felt that cold. Conversation was made with a couple of the volunteers, although even if I was in reasonable condition I’m not sure if they would have fully understood me, such was the language barrier even though I was speaking English. It took over an hour before I felt in reasonable condition to keep going, even if I was given the option of either waiting for transport to take me back to the start precinct or to walk there of my own accord. Given the wait time for the bus, I decided to walk, but if I was going to walk it would be continuing on the course.

For the next 7km I was able to walk relatively briskly and I also managed to pass other walkers with ease and regularity. Still I felt as though walking was the only thing I was able to do, although I did tell myself that if I saw any semblance of a downhill section I would attempt to jog it. Everything seemed reasonable until I just passed the 27km marker, when the eyes started going weary as though I needed to fall asleep. I’m not sure if I was staggering across the road or not (nobody could confirm this) but I knew if I saw a medical tent I would at least seek some advice to see if anything could be done. Instead of this though, I just asked for a chair, leant my head against a lamp post, and started dozing off. I don’t think those manning the tent had seen anything like this, but for me the exhaustion was such that I couldn’t help seeing if a power nap would assist. It turned into a full on snooze until the last of the competitors wandered through the area and a bus came to collect a number of those unable to continue. I simply found a seat by a window, and went back to sleep such was the weariness that I was feeling. This was something I’m not sure if anyone has done whilst exercising, so I hope I’m not alone. The reality though was if I was struggling to stay awake on the course, I knew I would be a danger to those still on the course.

Post race was a little shambolic, starting with my mother (who had flown herself over a day after I flew in) not sure why I was on the other side of the barrier. Finding a way back to baggage drop at the F1 pit building meant a walk over a bridge, but by the time that happened I had to find a taxi or other mode of transport back to the motel knowing I had to be back at the airport in a matter of hours. The lesson for tourists is to download the ComfortDelGro Booking App, where a taxi would be confirmed at a set price in a matter of minutes, rather than downloading the Grab App whose vehicle “booking” was still pending over an hour after the request was made. At least I made it back to Changi with plenty of time to finally refuel thanks to Lounge Access.

So what did I learn for any potential return appearance in Singapore?

  • Well perhaps not wearing so much upper leg clothing may have helped. I was wearing 4 layers incorporating shorts, skin coloured tights, half dark coloured tights and standard underwear.
  • For night racing, eat properly and have some sort of lunch before the start.
  • Perhaps arrive at the start precinct later to keep the body temperature as normal as possible, arrive just over an hour before, warm up as you head to bag drop and go from there.
  • Listen to the body, perhaps this was one race too many given I had never done so many kilometres in a year
  • If it gets desperate, lure 5 other mates to do the Ekiden so we could share the glory!

In the next week I’ll be able to confirm next year’s schedule. With the 4th attempt at Comrades being the centrepiece the planning for that starts now in a logistical sense. Physically, I’m just looking forward to having a full month off running, the legs I know need it and the mind will be occupied with other things.


I must be thinking it’s fun to make vlogs because I’ve decided to make another, this time prior to the Singapore Marathon. After some of the sights of the city/country has in many ways intimidated me, later this evening it’s down to a little business taking in parts of the Grand Prix track and passing by and through some of the sights. I’ll give a travel guide after the race has been completed. For now here’s just a sample of what actually should go in a race pack, something Australian events have obviously forgotten over the years.



The race itself begins at 9PM on the East Coast of Australia, or 8PM in Queensland given that Singaporean time is identical to what Western Australian standard time is. Personally the first aim apart from enjoyment, is to finish the race in plenty of time to make one of the last MRT services to Aljuneid so I can save some money. If I finish late there’s a chance I’ll need to make my own arrangements, which I’d prefer to avoid given I’ll need to do so for the early morning departure following the race.


Disappointed that for the 2nd time in 4 years the pinnacle was unable to be conquered, again thanks to icy conditions at the top (in particular the last 4km). Still the race was run and unlike the 2016 event which pretty much divided Hobart, the course was diverted to Longley Pub, which was a few km beyond the finish line for the Point to Pub race. Sure there were plenty who had some difficulty training who were delighted in many ways not to have to climb all the way, but like myself I’m sure the feeling was flat.

Despite this I was still able to record much of the action on the old phone (maybe I’ll remember next time to turn my phone horizontal to make the full picture much better than it is. I also apologise for the camera being less stable than it should but this is a runners eye view without the professional GoPro gizmos. Further I apologise for blabbering on so much but I feel as though my spontaneous commentary was worth including over another boring 36 minute music video. Yes I couldn’t edit this any further, and the editing process was as long as I had ever done so hopefully the final product does race day justice.

Will I be back in harness next year or in the future? Probably once more to say I’ve been to the pinnacle 5 times. Will I commit to this race next year? I’m not 100% sure, it depends on what I schedule in the months before and if I feel as though my legs can physically stand running by November. For now the focus turns to Singapore, and more on that will be posted over the coming days.


It may be part test session with other events in mind, and part a nod to the past, but here’s a little something I came up with that perhaps only runners can understand. Perhaps I can do a similar thing with the medals one day, but for now here’s some sort of effort to remember the races I’ve done through the bib collection.


Who can believe it’s nearly been a fortnight since the Melbourne Marathon for 2019 has been run and won? Perhaps I’m getting forgetful as I get older as I’m sure what happened a couple of weeks ago may not be overly relevant, but in the end who really cares. It won’t be as exciting as a Kipchoge sub 2 hour special, but the story I hope will at least fill some time leading into the end of season events.

It probably wasn’t the most ideal lead in only arriving in Melbourne after midnight on the Saturday Morning of race weekend, but when you’re like me and tend to go on some sort of misadventure when booking itineraries, perhaps I’m thankful that I got there at all. Certainly using points to fly to Brisbane, then getting a train and bus to the Gold Coast isn’t everyone’s preferred method of getting to race central, but it did save me some coin that I’ll need for later on. However the late arrival did mean a planned parkrun appearance had to be curtailed, as sleep was a little more important and I had too much to do at the expo precinct.

Gladly I was able to get what was needed on the Saturday done without great hiccup, apart from the fact that I had to visit a 3rd supermarket before I could find Lucozade for the personal drink stations, and even then it was only original rather than the orange I much prefer. Still the whole process of obtaining the race number, collecting the t-shirt which thankfully unlike last year’s model was suitable to wear as opposed to being only useful for ball tampering, taking the relevant Instagram photos and dropping the personal drinks off didn’t take all that long and I was able to basically chill for the remainder of the Saturday. In fact the only panic was after picking up my pizza for dinner when the stream for Kipchoge’s sub 2 hour tilt temporarily froze, but given they probably ran another couple of 2:50 kilometres I probably didn’t miss all that much.

After a decent night’s sleep (as opposed to many first timers whom I’m sure had a restless night) it was decided to wear the long sleeved shirt for the run, a decision that I’m sure would have raised a few eyebrows. Perhaps I was banking on stronger winds or colder Southerly breezes keeping the temperature down, but it turned out to be one of those “ideal for football” type days. Still I had no reservations using the long sleeves having done the Canberra Ultra in the exact outfit in April, and I could always roll them up if I found them a little restrictive. This decision did have some benefits pre-race, as the temperatures were a little cooler than normal (but not freezing), meaning taking the tram to cut some travel time off was a decent option. Construction work on one of the footbridges though meant getting to the MCG was more of an adventure than normal. Luckily the gate leading to the tram stop outside Melbourne Park was open, and the volunteers instructing runners to get to the start line using the other bridge further down the concourse hadn’t been delegated their areas at 5:30 AM.

Having given myself plenty of time to get everything done that I needed to, I probably made the one mistake for the whole weekend that upon reflection may have cost me some time. Normally when I do a warm up it’s taken seriously but with a little less intensity than what I’m hoping for in the first half of the race. By the end of the warm up I was doing it with such intensity and speed that if I didn’t have to make a toilet stop I probably would have ruined the whole race. It went against the whole relaxed persona I wanted to carry from warm up into the race and beyond.

The start was as frantic as ever, with the best laid plans swept up in the rush of those trying to make up time they lost crossing the mat (and no amount of saying your time starts when you cross the mat will ever change that). But at least the hydration plans were on track and my pace was just behind the 4 hour pace group. Thankfully the site of last year’s meltdown (18km) came and went without any fanfare, and I still felt in reasonable shape as I crossed the timing mat at halfway. The mindset was as calm as I had been for many years running this course, and this was even knowing I would be likely falling behind the 4 hour pacer as the second personal drink station approached at the 23km marker.

It was anticipated that based on past races I would have a drop off in the second half of races, which may of course mean I should be pacing myself better than I do. That said the aim was to keep up with the 4 hour crew until the southern most point of the course before dropping about a minute per kilometre. Whilst I fell off the back a little earlier than anticipated, I wasn’t fussed given it was actually embedded mentally in my planning. What I ended up struggling with was the uphill section passing the Shrine of Remembrance on the run up to the final personal drink station with about 5.5km remaining. Perhaps I should have tried to use a little more gas getting over the rise rather than being overly conservative, as it lead to my slowest kilometres of the entire day and in effect blew out any prospect of a 4:20.

By the time I was reminding others rounding the turn at Federation Square heading back towards The G to smile for the cameras around the corner, I was resigning myself to a 4:30 finish when alongside me came a familiar sight. Last year during the Point to Pinnacle race I saw a group called “Just Like Jack” who helped Jack, who was confined to a wheelchair, up Mt.Wellington. As an encore they had also decided to run in Melbourne which according to the chair pusher was as hard if not harder than the uphill climb to the top in Hobart. Figuring that I might get some TV time, pictures, or for that matter a bit of a cheer from the crowd I tagged along for the last kilometre trotting behind them on the hallowed turf. It ended up meaning my time was 4:32, which was slower than I wanted but at least it wasn’t as poor as last year’s effort!

Pleasingly I didn’t feel pain in any of my areas that I’m usually concerned about. A new strap for my knee for the IT Band helped immensely, meaning I no longer have to worry about strapping up the knee or carry a cumbersome brace on it. The new calf socks also worked well, again eliminating the need to look for scissors in order to secure the K-Tape that often falls off. The sole concern was a little cramping in the left hamstring as I was changing clothes post race, but the fact I didn’t even need a massage and was able to resume training the following Wednesday afternoon was a big plus. After all, finishing this race for the 7th time shouldn’t be sneezed at, and the photos below are just proof of what hard work can deliver (or maybe it’s just me being crazy to think that the 2019 medal has a life of its own and wanted to meet the other 6 medals).

Next on the agenda lies another run up Mt.Wellington in Point to Pinnacle, and this year with the local roads around Mt.Archer open I’m hoping to get some decent runs up prior to race day rather than trying to rely on base fitness from races to survive. Then less than a fortnight later comes Singapore, a race that I’m looking forward to as much as making the trip itself.



Right now the whole training process revolves around Melbourne which at the time of writing is a mere 4 weeks away. To break up the monotonous nature of running local streets alone either early in the morning or late in the afternoon, I usually enter a half marathon in September to keep up race mileage. Usually this involves alternating between a small half marathon in Brisbane’s bay side suburb of Wynnum (which for this year was postponed for 12 months, organisational issues) or head to Sydney to run across the Harbour Bridge then go another 19km.

Work schedules this year made Sydney the option, where I had some demons to overcome. When last I ran in Sydney in 2017, a calf injury suffered playing football in July hadn’t recovered fully. Everything was fine until the end of the warm up when the familiar twinge emerged, and I lasted all of 9km, then spent the next 4 hours wrapped in space blankets waiting for the support vehicle to take me from the course. It wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for given I needed kilometres in the lead in to Melbourne.

This year I faced a similar scenario. Sure the injuries were manageable where I’ve been only sore in the lower quad and upper calf but I still needed to get through this event thanks to disjointed training post Perth. Inability to stay awake or wake up early following work has seen me battle to find what can be seen as necessary training runs for Melbourne, let alone Sydney. Add this to my theory that race kilometres are worth probably 1.3 times a training kilometre (originally I was thinking closer to 1.5 but doing a half marathon isn’t exactly equating to 31.6km) and this week suddenly transformed from “glorified training run” to “glorified VITAL training run”.

Truth be told I’m not a fan of being in Sydney any longer than I needed to be (I’m not going to rant about it on this forum) so it was a relief just to get in and out of the expo quickly, find my motel room to chill in overnight, and have everything ready to rumble before a decent night’s sleep. Well maybe not a decent night as The Ashes kept me awake until after midnight, not ideal if I wanted to get up before 4AM to make the train crossing the harbour. Originally I was going to skip this but a combination of a 4AM work start on the Monday and a desire to get out to the airport quicker (futile as it turned out to be thanks to replacement buses that took ages to organise) saw me revert to inner city digs.

Wearing my 2019 Comrades shirt (only the second time I’ve worn a Comrades shirt for a race, the 2016 model got a spin for the 2018 Rocky River Run) I didn’t get to Milson’s Point (literally just on the other side of the harbour) until about 5:10AM. Having abbreviated my warm up in the wake of what happened in 2017 and having experienced 3 Comrades starts where it’s impossible to warm up without ceding more time prior to race start, the calf at least passed the first test. It was a risk to leave it without strapping relying on Voltaren (a cream as opposed to a heat rub, does the same job) to last the distance. The main reason for no strapping was that I wouldn’t have had an instrument to cut the length needed without having to surrender in at airport security. For Melbourne when I’ll be near certain to check baggage in it won’t be an issue. I was able to acquire rigid strapping tape for the right knee as its easier to tear off parts required.

For the first 15km it was a largely uneventful run, slightly quicker than a normal training run given I was going at a quicker race pace than normal to make up the minutes getting to the 2 hour pacers. In hindsight I probably should have carried the old phone that I used as a camera in South Africa to capture going over the bridge, which is an encouragement to go faster in light of the first kilometre of the course being substantially narrower (why wouldn’t it when it goes from 2 car lanes wide to 7). I caught up with the pace runners heading down towards the “injury point”, passing them in time to see the leaders flash by in the opposite direction. With the space narrow due to construction works, I was slightly miffed that some runners would be so impatient to wander across to the return side of the road, fearing their impulsiveness would cost a lead runner a fast time (not saying they would have gone 58 minutes like that Kenyan did in Copenhagen but still) but staying silent was the best option, I didn’t want to break my concentration. I settled into a decent rhythm if not pace heading through Pyrmont just as I started hearing one the pace runners picking up the pace a little.

Not too bad for what was in reality a training run.

The last 5 kilometres weren’t exactly to plan, but then again when has any race or training run for that matter gone to plan? It started around Darling Harbour when a swig of my Powerade (I carried that bottle for most of the run, stopping only at a single drink station late for half a cup of water) saw me start a coughing fit that lasted a few seconds. That meant that the pace group went by whilst I took a few seconds to regain composure. After the following drink station just prior to the 17km marker, I had to stop a couple of times for a systems check of sorts as both my right hamstring and calf were starting to show signs of manageable pain. With Melbourne in mind, any thoughts of sprinting any part of the remainder of the course were thrown out the window and I basically casually trotted around Circular Quay and onto the Opera House finish. The time that was always irrelevant to me ended up being close to 2:02, which for a training run was decent enough pace. Even more of a bonus was that my motel had an 11AM check out time, so I was able to make it back to watch the finish of the marathon on TV rather than hang around on the course. As I had not utilised gear drop which apparently wasn’t going to be available to collect prior to 12PM for some ridiculous reason, there really wasn’t much point hanging around with a 3PM flight to catch.

One thing that is for sure is that perhaps one day I will take on the full course if I’m feeling overly adventurous and the spacing is just right to take on Perth’s City to Surf, then Sydney, then Melbourne and finally Auckland all in the one year. Maybe that sounds ridiculously ambitious for someone who will target one race should I need to qualify for future races, but that is perhaps a long term goal to strive for. Certainly a return to Sydney to be involved in this event is likely next year, pending work arrangements as I’m not likely to request leave in order to travel to and from Sydney prior to and after the weekend. As for this year, there’s now just 3 more stops to mark off beginning with Melbourne in a month, followed by another run up Mt Wellington in November and the big ticket item in Singapore a fortnight later.


One thing I learned from my days studying (as it turned out unsuccessfully) to be a primary school teacher was that planning was everything. The fact that I couldn’t get my head around the formalities of planning to satisfy what lecturers and tutors were looking for probably played a part in me finding employment in the mail service. Yet for big ticket items such as overseas marathons and ultras, the planning for these begins so early it’s almost impossible for the common person to comprehend what I’m trying to do.

I’m not necessarily talking about physical and mental preparation. Sure I have an idea of when formal training will begin and when I’ll be considering increasing distances and weekly goals, but just how I’m going to do this can still wait until closer to January (I know it’s recommended that I shouldn’t train so specifically for Comrades until late February/early March but many will be looking for qualifiers at that time, something that I already have and in a few weeks will be looking to obtain a better seeding if things go to plan). This planning will revolve around what events I would like to do to build up towards finally achieving what I want, how to get there and other logistics. I guess the inspiration also comes from having to finalise leave requests for 2020, so the timing of this entry can be seen as fitting. This can also be seen as some sort of tentative schedule/to do list leading up to June 14 next year.


– Race Entry procedure to be released on October 2. At this stage anticipating costs to be similar to previous years so finances continually being secured to pay the entry fee.
– Melbourne Marathon October 13, looking for a sub 4:20 run to elevate myself into the F Pen (the 4:23 in Perth on Day 2 of qualifying at this stage gets me into G Pen)


– Not part of the Comrades preparations as such, but doing Point to Pinnacle again in Hobart on November 17
– Running in the Singapore Marathon on November 30 (yes it’s a Saturday Night race as opposed to a Sunday Morning race). Part of this is to have a little fun and explore new places, in this case a country where I’ve not set foot outside the airport before. Part of this is to display the national colours (at least unofficially) with the intention of wearing this on C-Day. Part of it is to perhaps try to get sub 4:20 although conditions like Cairns this year and the legs may turn this into a fun event rather than something more serious.


– Formal training to begin January 1, after basically a month off running post Singapore Marathon (to update on that race, all I need to do is book a flight home, just have to decide how I’m getting back into Australia and when I’m required to work on December 2)
– Training week in Brisbane from January 27 to February 1. Accommodation costs to be paid January 23. A week of leave has been requested for that week
– Flights to South Africa to be booked in that week, finances are being secured for this as we speak. At this stage the plan is to spend June 7-9 in Darwin to relax before heading to South Africa. Room in South Africa also tentatively booked from June 10-16. Looking at a minimum $A1700 for this purpose but prices could reduce or increase pending world events and flight availability


– Basically a training month. At this point Wangaratta is a possibility pending finances and work commitments as I’m not anticipating seeking time off for travel purposes.

MARCH 2020

– Doing an event on weekend of 7/8 March. At this point looking at Port Macquarie (Treble Breakwall Buster) for the 3rd time, but still outside chance of heading to Orange to run either a half or full marathon.
– Requested a week of long service leave for the following week, partially for travel reasons (difficult to get home from Port Macquarie or Orange on the Monday in time for work) and partially for a training week. Possibility that this could be in Melbourne

APRIL 2020

– April 4/5 is the date given for Canberra. Change in organisers may mean I’ll need to be wary of a price increase. Accommodation booked in Canberra for that weekend, likely to request a day of leave for travel purposes
– Easter weekend (week after Canberra) again in Melbourne. Looking to run on Saturday and Sunday around town.
– Still awaiting confirmation of whether Cairns will take place again in 2020 (was run the weekend after ANZAC Day in 2019), if not I’ll be likely running a half marathon on the Gold Coast on April 26 to enable me to return home that evening.

MAY 2020

– Wings for Life World Run again confirmed on first weekend of May (May 3, Sunday Night). Considering option of whether to run the Puffing Billy race that morning or just travelling to Melbourne that morning, staying one night and returning home on the 4th (a public holiday in Queensland)
– Likely to keep a weekend in late May free in order to have a training run in Brisbane with other South East Queensland based runners. For someone like myself who often trains alone at home this is as good an opportunity to run in a group training run. This year the run was on May 18, some 3 weeks away from Comrades. So far it’s a little too early to predict when this run will happen.
– There has been a report suggesting that the Rocky River Run (my local event) would revert to a late May date rather than the late June date (a week before Gold Coast Marathon) that was used in 2019. No confirmation yet but pending work arrangements should the date revert to May I’ll definitely be running either the half marathon or 10km event as a final training run. If not I’ll treat this day as a normal training run.

JUNE 2020

– With the race a week later than normal (June 14), looking to travel within Australia rather than overseas early with an anticipated departure date of Tuesday June 9. At this point I’m looking to head to Darwin for a couple of days to relax, depending on flight availability.
– Booked Durban accommodation for June 10-16, this time on South Beach as opposed to North Beach (just a few hundred metres extra to travel for the expo, the North Beach parkrun and other activities, but located on the beach front so security and safety isn’t a great concern.


There will be additions and subtractions as plans are refined, confirmed or otherwise, and at this stage it’s not going to be overly stressful given there are still a number of months remaining before the training starts, let alone the business of getting off the mark at the 4th attempt becomes reality. For now the focus is on the half marathon in Sydney this Sunday which I’m using as training for Melbourne. It would be nice to get a sub 2 Hour time but time this weekend isn’t everything. It’s all about getting through the distance in reasonable shape knowing this will obviously help for the bigger challenges ahead.