Mar 18, 2017

I’m back in Sydney now, so it’s back to the same old running courses. A week of running on King Island and in Launceston was a welcome psychological break. But there’s more to come. The second half of next week is the Tour de Bois mini tour, which will result in me doing several days of running in Mudgee (as well as the cycling, of course). And then a week and a half after that I’m off on a work trip to the US and Europe for ten days. It will be my first time in Europe since the world run in 2013. So, I’ll certainly be having a decent break from my usual running haunts over March and April.

I reported that my time for the King Island of 2 hours 30 minutes was an average of 4:41 per km. Well, the race is called the Imperial 20 because it’s actually 20 miles in distance. That means I averaged spot on 7:30 per mile.

There have been a few similar photos to this published already, though this one is slightly different and never before seen on this blog. For those unfamiliar with the location, this is the precise spot in Monument Valley where Forrest Gump decided to stop running and go home. He had an entourage following him. As you can see, I was on my own on the road.



On This Day


Mar 18, 2012

Distance today = 43.40 km; Total distance = 3649.01 km; Location = Prescott, Arizona – 34 32.514′ N, 112 28.211′ W; Start time = 0945, Finish time = 1605


Today I ran 43 km in a heavy snowstorm.

We woke to a cover of snow, and soon after heading off, the snow resumed and didn’t really let up all day. Sometimes it was light, but much of the time it was very heavy.

I was really enjoying running while it was snowing – until the temperature dropped to well below freezing, my feet got wet and the water in them froze, and the wind picked up and was driving stinging snow flakes into my eyes. I either had to run with my eyes closed, only opening them briefly to catch a glimpse of the road ahead, or run with sunglasses on, which was the other “vision impaired” option.

The other problem I had was when taking off my gloves to answer my phone or check Google Maps to ensure I was heading in the right direction. My hands would get to the painful stage within about ten seconds.

My shoes were frozen solid, including the shoelaces, and it was a great joy to make it to the hotel and hop into a hot bath. However, as many would know, never step straight into a hot bath with freezing feet. It actually took me about half an hour before the pins and needles and itchy feeling subsided.

The weather is supposed to be similar tomorrow, before improving during the week. As I said, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience early on, but novelty has a funny knack of wearing off in the presence of pain and discomfort.

I also reached a new record high elevation for the world run today – 1,735 metres (5,800 feet). That’s almost as high as Alpe d’Huez. This may go higher tomorrow. I still have another 400 metres of elevation rise to go before reaching the Grand Canyon at the end of the week.


Mar 18, 2013

Distance today = 50.67 km; Total distance = 18,120.92 km; Location = Orchamps, France – 47 08.878′ N, 05 39.375′ E; Start time = 0840, Finish time = 1711


A solid day at the office, with a nice morning and not so nice afternoon. After yesterday’s rain, the morning showed glimpses of sunshine, and I was on relatively quiet roads – my favourite sort. I even ran along a path that bordered the Saone River. It was just like running along the levee of the Shoalhaven River.

By early afternoon I’d reached the town of Dole. I had never heard of Dole until yesterday, yet it is a large town with grand old buildings that have really seen some history. France has so many of these “unknown” treasures worth discovering.

I had only run a few kilometres out of Dole when a hail storm hit. I was really lucky, as I had just reached a petrol station that Carmel was filling up at when it started. Honestly, I was about ten metres away from cover when the first stones came down. It didn’t last too long, but I sat it out for about twenty minutes until it eased to rain.

That meant a wet afternoon, but the worst part was the road. The shoulders on the roads in France are atrocious. Actually, they would be atrocious if they existed. On the whole, they are the worst of any country so far on the world run. Contrast that with adjacent Spain, which has the best shoulders for running. Road shoulders and the mobile phone system are the two worst things about France. Everything else I love.

I’m now in the Jura, a part of France I’ve never been in before. So far it looks really good, and I’m looking forward to a couple more days of it as I make my way toward the Swiss and German border.