Last weekend I had the pleasure of Crewing for my trail running buddy Brad De Abreu, as he attempted (and conqured) his first 50km trail race – the 2010 Knee Knackering North Shore Trail Run. He was kind enough to write a race report for me and like running with him, its as entertaining as ever. Enjoy.

Where to start? How about …
3am wake ups just really don’t appeal to me, like really who in their right mind wants to pull that one off …
So it began, the battle to wake up and get my ass to finish line to get that shuttle bus at 4:30am. Luckily I used my working side of my brain pre-3hr nap to remember “get disposable cup from Starbucks” so that I would have coffee on the bus … filled that sucker up with my finest brew … grabbed some eats and got my ass in the truck.
Well I must admit it was super exciting and pretty inspiring driving towards Deep Cove at that time and seeing the sun slowly creeping up in the horizon, it was finally hitting my dead part of my brain that I’m actually running 50km today. I would use this part of my brain to actually finish my run;)
My first 50km and the Knee Knacker to boot!
But really what could go wrong, I’ve got the Kiwi (Pricey) and later DK on my side as my fuel train and brother/parents on the sidelines to cheer me on, plus not to forget my coworkers whom had dressed up like Rasta’s
Go Time!!!

Getting on that bus was the sealing of the deal, no turning back now and seriously I was shitting my pants. Seeing that I’ve never even run a damn marathon crazy thoughts were going through my head. Well I was fortunate enough to sit beside a couple of humans that had some pretty great stories of their ultra running experiences to settle my mind, it almost made Knee Knacker sound like a walk in the park – hahah ok maybe not.
So after a short bus ride we land ourselves at Nelson Creek Park where it was busy as ever, or should I mention the line up for the 1 “Port-a-pottie” was at least. Of course the organizers had ordered more, but only 1 had shown up so this had left everyone scampering into the bushes all along the trail at the start – mmmmmm the fresh smell of RACE!
Yeh it was a sight for sure.
I signed in ASAP and bolted away from the farm scented start line and went on a little warm up run/stretch. Returning, I ran into the Coaster Coo and the Craik along with Kev and Linda. I must admit, I was pretty calm at that moment, I guess the proverbial calm before the storm. It was super cool and everyone had a smile on their faces from ear to ear but it was more a nervous “HOLY SHIT ITS ABOUT TO START” smile … ahahhaha awesome.
After some inspirational words from Tommy the Gun Craik (make sure to have fun!) we were approaching the line and we were off … it was super calm and easy and I immediately started to pass through some humans to make sure I was not caught up before the single track … we entered the trail and the working side of the brain took over and told me to “Chill Winston!!!!”
Lots of running to go.
Cranking up the trail good ole Craik was their cheering on and cow belling – too funny. I thought this was great as it really set a great mood for all - to have some fun and relax into pace with a smile on.
It was a long climb up to the top of Cypress but I had Kevin Letchford there with me for some great morning banter, it made the climb a breeze but not without some excitement. One of the runners up ahead sent a soccer ball sized boulder rolling down the debris chute and with some serious luck it stopped wedged into another boulder to prevent human damage.
So we crest the mountain and WOOT WOOT – what a view! I took some time looking back as It was just amazing but not too long as apparently I was slacking a little on the climb. A quick look at my watch I realized I was dragging my ass a little and poor ole Pricey would not be able to catch most of the front runners. I pulled into Cypress bowl at 1:48:32 – 53rd place and with some ripping into from Keith Nicoll “you get lost or something??” and some serious cheering from the humans at the bowl, it was a great site seeing the Price and Tom.
A quick oil change and I was out and running knowing that I should pick it up a little, so I did, and started a quicker pace.

Cranking along I had one of my funniest falls I’ve ever taken running… somehow in my limb-throwing running style I managed to jamb my leg almost hyper extending my knee and pole vaulting myself over it and army rolling out. I was laughing and wondering if everything was ok and sure enough it was – brushing off the scum I carried onto and down cypress to the dam.

WOAH talk about sensory overload…MAD HUMANS!!!
It was great and seeing all the vollies and people was really a sight.
Not to mention my mafia (family) was there to cheer me on and pass along some jokes. Of course my dad tried to give me what I thought was water and really was coconut water, Pricey already had one to go for me so it was C-Nut overload.

3:07:38 – 43rd – Off trotting along I went and up towards good ole Grouse. I felt great and was really in a good frame of mind. I then passed some humans entering the Grouse Grind and just past the split to the BP …
BONK!!!!
I could not believe it as I really and truly felt fine 30 paces previously to it. I started to chow down on a ChocOvo (From the greatest Swiss Girlfriend one could have
) and a Gel and smash in some liquid and my legs started to become functional once again. I managed to make my way to the next aid station and refill my bottle with coke and another Nuun with Ice …
SWEET feeling ok to go again!
Past St. Georges bench and into Lynn where I was feeling rough once again but able to rock the Zombie Shuffle with style … ok maybe less the style and more the Amazon jungle zombie with dripping wet rags …
I must say I do enjoy this part of the trail due to the fact I run this area almost every weekend and feel comfort doing so. Rolling through Varley and up to the Demo check point 4:41:54 – 33rd and a nice group was waiting to cheer and feed the tired soul.

Seeing everyone was again such a boost and salty potatoes (thank Hoz) are the greatest things ever!!! Some great laughs and a refill and I was off , feeling strong and full of life and energy … NOT. I managed to pace along with another runner was doing his first 50km as well, moving along with another first timer helped for sure and we shared the pain of the strides.
I managed to make my way to Lillooet Rd. where the Price and DK were waiting again – wow I needed to see them again. What felt like hours was only 30min and I already had smoked through my supplies. I sat on a rock at the side of the road and waited for my awesome crew to refill my bottles as it would be the last chance before the push to the finish. I was still in great spirits and looking up I see my friends dressed ass Rasta’s in lawn chairs at the BP switch back – it was FREAKING AWESOME!!! We were all laughing and I mentioned how my body was in serious pain. Not a second later the Vollie that was helping to stop traffic said ”hey man you see that sign there??? That one is for you”

Suck it up Princess……..ahahahahah killer!
So again some serious motivation and I was off and away – to HAyyyyyness Drive … ok it’s Hyannis, but anyway it was the best aid station I’ve EVER been too. Upon arrival I yelled with joy and mentioned how happy I was to see them. The BEST lady in the world (aside from my Mom and Melissa of course) asked “would you like a sponge bath?”
hahhahaha ARE YOU FUKING SERIOUS???? HELL YEH!!!!
Oh my that was the best feeling ever, freezing cold water being squeezed over my head and down my back … WOW …and I provided a serious Yeti style scream!!! They all laughed and were having sooo much fun what great people!!!
Well off and away and the DREADED Seymour grind. A week earlier Pricey and I had been out for a Pre-Knacker / Pricey come back run, we chose to add the S-Grind in so I could plant that one fresh into my head. I knew it was to be the final grunt and at the same time a huge soul lifter once I reached the top. We were actually running behind 3 VERY strong females that have had some experience running the K-Knacker. I received the best words of encouragement when we were trotting up the grind … ”you know its only 15min … that’s all … so SUCK IT UP”… soooooo what was ringing through my head … well sure that its only 15min … BLAH BLAH … yeh 15min is your fresh and good to go or jacked up on jolt cola. But in all seriousness it was all I needed to help get me that grind.
HOME STRETCH – hummm ok maybe not but after almost 6 hours of running I was just about to roll over and pass out on the nice cozy rocks
My legs were on fire and I was having a hard time being my normal nimble self over the loose rubble. Finally I made my way to the last aid station and started to chomp down on some need goods. A couple runners I had passed on the grind had now caught me snacking. One in to mention was Walter W/ He is seriously just a pleasure to run with in these races and he’s in the 50-59 Cat. I was suffering so bad, actually we were both but I let Walter lead the way into the finish. We had a great conversation going and it really helped. I was lucky as Walter had actually taken a wrong turn early in the race and was set back 15min. He made the real home stretch feel smooth even though it’s a technically overload with rocks and roots every millimeter.
On the last bridge and climb another Work mate Greg and better half Kelly were there waiting – suuuppper cool they cheer both of us on and really helped to add to the taste of the finish line closing in, a welcome surprise
The final steps and my legs were fired up once again by the sight of the road and the cheering of the amazing crowd at the finish. I had the steam to pass Walter and he even asked If I would like to go by but I really could not – what a class act!!!
Running down to the finish I saw my brother and father – I high 5’d my eldest bro who has autism and he paced me for some steps – that was killer he felt sooooo excited and I for him!
After pulling me along for such a long time Walter and I crossed the finish line Walter just ahead – 6:33:55 – 35th
What a feeling … What an experience … What a great crew … Pricey /DK /workmates … my Mafia …and the VOLLIES!!!!
Wow!

Thanks Pricey for being there and helping to make my first 50km a very memorable one!!!
And thanks for letting me spill my big mouth on your blog
(Seriously – anytime mate - Congrats! – Pricey)