Date: 24 February 2018
A field of 150 participants on a rainy day.
The first short out-and-back stretch to make up the 5km course.
Hard to imagine you’re in the middle of a city.
A lovely course that should be great on a good day.
Gerry on the 600 metre stretch of trail.
Wet, wet, wet.
The turn-around point at the carpark, near the start.
A new track surface being tested by runners.
By the end, the camera was all wet and frosty too.
Who would have thought that Hobart houses one of the most impressive art galleries I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. The Mona (Museum of old and new art) – originally (and officially still) called Monanism, is a antique, modern and contemporary art museum, founded by David Walsh, a Tasmanian millionaire. From the outside the building seems to be on a single level, but once inside, a spiral staircase leads down three large levels that are built underground into the Berriedale peninsula in a labyrinthine style. In contrast to the Guggenheim Museum in New York where visitors work their way down with a spiral, at Mona visitors start at the bottom level and work their way up. Entry is free for locals, whereas overseas visitors pay $28pp. Continue reading
Risdon Brook reservoir.
A lovely sunny day.
Heading up one of the hills.
A Tasmanian Native-hen (Gallinula mortierii).
We passed quite a few other track users.
A great outing.
Some welcome shade.
The dam wall.
Close encounters with a wallaby.
Our training took a turn for the worse the past couple of weeks, so the thought of a 101km event in 9 days time, is making me a wee bit nervous. After 19 hours of traveling, we finally touched down in Tasmania, and decided to walk the 1.7km to catch a local bus into town where we had to pick up the rental car. At $11 for the both of us, it seemed a much better option than the airport bus at $40 for us two. Besides, we needed to do some form of exercise after all that sitting. Continue reading
Date: 13 January 2018
Time: 8.5 hours (and about .5 changing gear, eating and filling water bottles and food stuffs)
Shortly after we started, Gerry had to stop to suck out the air from his sloshing bladder.
This is where things got interested, trying to find the track from the end of Waitoetoe Park through to Pioneer Highway.
Passing through the suburbs.
Finally back in a park, testing a log chair which was not yet needed at that point.
On the trail again.
Just across Pioneer Highway.
The walkway carries on up to Milson Line.
Apart from a few road crossings, the track is mostly away from traffic.
Most of the track follows the Palmerston North waterways.
One of the underpasses.
Some nice graffiti under one of the bridges.
Gerry having time to play with his camera.
Passing under the railway line.
Yet another bridge to pass under.
Interesting graffiti behind a building in the industrial area.
And still the track goes on.
Until the track was no more … From here it was a ziczac throught the industrial area before heading down Napier Road, Te Marai Road and back to the river walkway.
Back on the Bridle Track just after we had a good shower. And then the camera battery died.
Planning for Gerry’s 50th birthday, we decided to do that “thing” where you run your age. Eyeballing the running calendars high and low for a 50km run the weekend before or after his birthday, delivered nothing. So what does Gerry do? He signs us up for a 100km event instead, only double his age. What’s a few kilometres between friends? (Goodness knows how we’ll manage a 100 miler when he turns 80!). Continue reading
Date: 23 December 2017
Previous: Hamilton #1, Palmy #1, #2, #3, Kapiti Coast #1, Porirua #1
Another beautiful morning for a run.
The bride and best men, posing for a pic.
Lots of participants for this event.
Running along the Hutt River walkway.
Some of the best men already on their way back.
High-fiving the groom.
The turn-around point.
The bride not dilly-dallying either!
A nice spot for a parkrun.
Heading back towards the end of what felt like a very long 5kms.
The line at the finish for the bar codes to be scanned.
Meeting up with friends who were visiting New Zealand for a few weeks, we happened to be in the Hutt Valley during the weekend and decided to fit in a quick run.
Too much eating out, way too much wine (and beer, and whiskey) and not a whole lot of running since the Twelve days of Christmas challenge, is a bad combination for attempting a “comeback”, so to speak. Full of pickled confidence she said, “let’s run to the event and back”. Including the parkrun, that would give us a solid 27km long-run. Great idea. Perfect idea! But… Continue reading
Date: 16 December 2017
Previous: Hamilton #1, Palmy #1, Kapiti Coast #1, Palmy #2, Porirua #1
Another change in our work schedule meant we could fit in another backyard parkrun. The organisers decided to make it a Christmas themed event, so we all (okay, some of us) dressed up for the occasion. Continue reading
The Big Christmas Feast – A Greatest Virtual Run Challenge, raising money for kids on the spectrum
Date: 1-12 December 2017
Previous GVR: 2017
My middle name is procrastination. And Gerry’s first, middle and last names are procrastination. Maybe it is just a severe case of student syndrome? But, it only took us until well into the first of December, the day the challenge started, before finally entering. It might just be a classic case of an already out-of-hand hectic life, with work, this time of year, and all that jazz that the fun things in life tend to be ignored and end up falling by the wayside. Luckily we had two minutes of sanity to quickly enter. Continue reading
Date: 9 December 2017
Previous: 2010, 2014
Still going strong despite ramping up my kilometres significantly this week. [Pic by Jonesy’s Photography.]
Still had my fleece top on. Briefly considered running with it!
Bill doing race briefing.
Crossing the first bridge (Dublin St Bridge) going upstream.
Some cloud at the start with little bits of blue/sunny sky peeking through.
It’s going to happen, and Gerry can’t come with. 😦
One of the three cheeky ditches.
Participants lazing around after the event.
Trying to get the stupid phone app to keep going. It asked a million questions and then paused!
Passing over Cobham Bridge, looking out to the sea.
What looked like a boat with two fisherman, turned out to be a little sand bank in the low-tide river.
Pack n Save as the main sponsor for the marathon.
Kowhai Park next to the Whanganui River.
Gerry came over for support and a photo after my first lap.
Another one of the ditches. They are far steeper than it looks on the photo.
The Whanganui 3-bridges event was only the third event we’d done in NZ (in 2010) and I still have fond memories of the day. We only did the 10km back then, but having done the Mountain to Surf marathon in 2008 during a visit and tour of the country, and the Kahuterawa Classic 7km also in 2010, we were starting to get a feel for NZ events. Continue reading