TIERPOORT ADVENTURE FARM

May 7, 2019.

A lekker morning for a 21km Sunday morning trail run. Up koppie, down koppie. But you know it’s been a less than perfectly ideal race when you hear this at the prize giving; “She had about 5 falls, 6 swims, got lost, is a little bit grubby now, and still came second. Eish, these kiwi girls eh.” Thanks Shane… Note: I had no swim – in fact, a swim may have been rather nice. There was no mentioning of me swallowing a bug either, good. I especially liked seeing the cows, although it wasn’t them I asked directions from, twice. These South Africans sure know how to put ‘adventure’ in an adventure run. @nevarestteam @trailadventure #HIGH5Nutrition #goodbetterbest #taylorpasshoney @photostudio78

September 8, 2019.

New word: Rumming. Definition: Slamming out a 19km trail running race in Rodrigues, the morning after you’ve given the Mauritian rums a very good nudge at the Expedition Africa after party. A bit tricky to talk and think in French with one of the local runners when you’re trying to focus on not spewing or tripping over. A great way to absorb some more of how this beaut wee place ticks. #itsallaboutrodrigues #expafricarodrigues #with_belles_on

16 September, 2019.

At a training camp for a race called Sky Run, we’re made aware of two facts pretty early on in the piece. One being, that for the next 100km, all the peaks and ridge lines in our sight are there at that particular time for one sole purpose – to run along the tops of. Secondly, Sky Run is not a trail run, it’s a mountain run, and the sooner we get our heads around that, the better.

Welcome to the Witteberg mountain range, just off the south-west corner of Lesotho. Tough country, big country, and nothing short of magnificently humbling.

In truth, I only went along to the Sky Run information evening a few weeks ago to catch up with mates and have a bit of a nosey. Sky Run is a racing spectacle I’d heard so much about this year in South Africa, and I was keen to chat to some of ‘those people’ who run 100km, the majority being around 2200m or higher, climbing in total the best part of 4500m.

Oh dear, then it just happened… by the time the final bit of information had been shared that evening, I was already deciding how many pairs of socks I should take when I grace the start line. Me and my brain, honestly…

For the training camp this weekend we hooked off from the quaint wee town of Lady Grey at 4am on Saturday, and legged it up and down steep tough relentless terrain; tracks, grass lands, a ridge line called ‘The Dragon’s Back’ for a reason, sandstone, a couple of near-dry rivers, other stuff, and up to the highest peak of Avoca, 2800m, for a quick lunch. How grand. Reaching Balloch campsite about 13 or so hours later was nothing short of glorious. A 5000ha sheep and beef farm whose land owners put on an epic potjie pot of meat off the land, all served under an overhanging cave. A massive thanks to all the various land owners who let us march across their land, what a privilege.

A quick kip with full bellies, then it was time for Sunday morning – up at 3am for a 4am set off – a steep hike up ‘The Wall’ (visualise a wall and you’re pretty much there.) We called it a day by 8.30am, many had a solid drive home. A testing 80km weekend . All in all, a great taster for race day –for someone of my rookie caliber with this stuff, there’s little expectation of knocking this 100km off in much less than 28 hours.

This weekend was just so super, what a neat crew. If there was a talent quest for bendy ankles, mine would win. I can eat a chia seed/oat mix with a spoon and run at the same time. I learned how to use a fancy sports watch; if it tells me again ‘You must be moving to access your location’ as I’m marching up a hill as fast as I possibly can, trying to ignore my dizzy head from the altitude, I may throw it away. Altitude must be treated with the upmost respect, it owns you up there. It was incredible to see one traditional Lesotho stockmen on his horse, waving his smart phone in the air trying to find signal. One last thing – What do you call four New Zealand sheep tied to a pole? A PlayStation…Thanks AJ, what a pleasant opening conversation at 4am on a Sunday as we’re marching up a beastly hill so steep that if we pause we may fall backwards. Saffy, Mike and Pierre, the support crew for the groups, and everyone else who made it happen, thanks so much for such a lekker weekend. Better keep moving. #hellofarun #kwayskyrun #suunto #with_belles_on

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SKY RUN – #hellofafuncamp

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19 November, 2019.

It’s called Sky Run. And they’re not joking.

Sky Run South Africa actually started off as a two day Sky Walk in the early nineties, then some nutty buggers decided that it needed to be turned up a notch.

Crank the clock forward to 1997, and this 100km mountain run from the Eastern Cape’s Lady Grey to Wartrail was born.

For 26 hours and 20 minutes last weekend I ran, power hiked, skipped, tripped, stumbled and fell my way through this tough thing called Sky Run.

Lesotho on one side, Eastern Cape on the other, for two sunrises and one sunset.

We took off from the sleepy Lady Grey at 4am on Saturday, a spine tingling start line.

A sight to behold; a few hundred nervous and excited runners, and just the best supporters and crew members.

But listen here, ignorance really is bliss.

The first 60km was an absolute treat; big climbs, summiting the highest peak of Avoca at 2800m, perfect weather, beautiful sights, great chats, just so happy to be there.

The final 40km was an absolute mind game, taking far longer than the first 60km; combatting ‘The Wall,’ (pretty much just that) then a slow jog along a Jeep track as the sun set, setting the scene for a grueling night; relentless inclines and steep descents, rock scrambles, although injected with some lovely ridge line traversing too. Layering up for a star studded night sky under a full moon, I thought ‘yeah, this ain’t too bad.’

The final two hours put my mind in some funky places. I sprung a tear only once – tripping down a steep gully and summersaulting backwards for a good few metres, –  I finally came to a stop, sat up, looked at my grazed leg, blurted out loud “f**k this,” then dusted myself and carried on. The sun was up again.

Some great mates to greet me at the finish line, who in fairness had been finished for a few hours.. was just epic. Almost 6.30am and the Eastern Cape heat was already starting to soar.

I certainly set no records for my first attempt at a 100km race, but it’s a race legends are made of and it was never supposed to be easy.

Sky Run South Africa logo : “RUNNING WILD – FLYING HIGH”

Each and every one of us did just that.

Take me back there.

More words coming soon…

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