Last Sunday I competed in the 2015 Christchurch Half Marathon! My official time was 1:20:24 and I was 59th across the finish line! This is my second official half marathon and achieved a new personal best!
My goal was sub 1:20. The plan was to maintain 3:47 min/km for as long as I could. To my surprise, I (almost) managed to maintain this pace! I carried an energy gel but I did not use it.
I enjoyed the course. It was the first time it was held in the city since the devastating earthquakes in 2010/2011. I was 79kg on the day (I have lost several kilograms since having dental braces).
Last Saturday I competed in the 51st Rotorua Marathon!
Hoping to improve on my previous attempt, I started the race with the aim of following the three hour pace runner. My goal was a personal best marathon time – I was aiming for under 3:08. Like last time, one of my energy gels fell out of my fuel belt early on in the race. I compensated by having more Powerade early on in the race.
Things were going well at half way – I was on target at 1:29. However, by the 26th kilometer I felt I could no longer keep up with the three hour bunch and decided to go into “damage control”. I was not sure why I did this, as my legs were not too sore and I still had “fuel in the tank”. I tried to maintain 5:00 pace but ended up going slower than that for most of the last 10 kilometers.
I ended up finishing the race with an official time of 3:12:49. This is two minutes slower than last year’s attempt!
Despite not achieving my goal, my mother completed the course making Rotorua her first full marathon! A huge achievement for her – I’m so proud of you!
Running a marathon is always hard. Especially those last 10 kilometers! I’ll continue to strive for a sub three hour marathon, but feel I am still some way off from achieving this.
On the day I was 80.5kg and used my new Asics Kayano 21 running shoes. These were worn in for a month and did not cause me any problems. I took six energy gels but lost one and only consumed four. I took either water or Powerade at the drink stations.
Last Friday afternoon, my colleague (Grant) and I spontaneously decide to climb Mount Taranaki!
Sound familiar? Last year, my flatmate and I decided to do the same thing. Unfortunately, bad weather (amongst other things!) prevented us from reaching the summit.
Grant and I leave Auckland 6:30 pm and arrive in Stratford at midnight. We wake at 5:30 am and head to the mountain shortly afterwards.
Neither of us brought a map of the mountain. Despite stopping a couple of service stations, we are still without a map! Although there many ways to scale Mount Taranaki, it appears there is not a map: beginners follow the well-marked northern ‘tourist’ track; pros don’t need one!
We change tack and start the tramp at the Egmont National Park Visitors Centre.
Unlike the eastern side, there is substantially less scree to contend with. We follow a gravel road flanked by scrub that soon turns into a steep concrete track (“The Puffer”). Following this there is a long flight of wooden stairs. Many stairs later, we make our way up the scree slope which soon changes into solid rock (“The Lizard”). Although the rocky part is much easier than the scree, it is quite steep (more than 45 degrees in places) and care needs to be taken.
In little over three hours, we are at the top of Mount Taranaki! Success!
Grant and I admire the view from 2518 m and head back. We make it back to the car park in a little over six hours (including a 30 minute stay at the summit). Surprisingly, the descent was not much faster than the ascent!
All in all, it was an enjoyable 24 hours, despite spending 11 hours driving! The weather could not have been better. I recommend scaling Mount Taranaki on the north face track before you attempt any other route!
Yesterday I competed in the 2015 Wellington Round the Bays half marathon! My official time was 1:24:26 and I was 27th to cross the finish line! This was also my first official half marathon. It was also a long time coming – I intended to do this race five years ago but never got around to doing it!
The plan was to maintain 4 min/km pace (15 kph) until the half way mark. Depending on how I was feeling, I either step it up or hold onto this pace. I ended up doing both! At 10.55km, my average pace was exactly 4:00 min/km. The next five kilometres my pace dropped slightly. This was most likely due to the sea breeze headwind out towards Kau Bay. Determined to maintain the target pace, I mustered the energy required to finish strong and finished the race in 1:24:26, hitting the target average 4 min/km pace!
No major complaints with my run. I stuck to my target pace and felt great throughout the race. Oddly the only muscle that was tender post race was my right tricep! I consumed one energy gel at 12 km and had three mouthfuls of water along the way. Half a cup of rolled oats before the race was adequate. I’m currently 85 kg – 3-4 kilograms too heavy!
I was not the only one from my family competing in the event. My mother also entered and finished the event, her sixth half marathon. Well done mum!
I enjoyed yesterday’s half marathon distance run. It is a long run yet not too long. Unlike full marathons, I did not ‘hit the wall’ and it never felt like a long slog to the finish. I’ll have to sign up for more half marathons in the future!
Finally! I have conquered the sub five hour Taupo bike ride!
On the early hours of 29/11/14, I left Auckland at 2 a.m. and arrived in Taupo circa 5:30 a.m. I step out of the car and my lungs fill with Taupo’s cold but refreshing air. I also do some last minute checks on my bike and scoff down breakfast – a bread bun, muesli bars and a banana. 8 a.m. arrives. I start in Group 3 (expect to finish between 4:50 and 5:10) and we’re off!
The first half of the course is interesting. Although I am in a sizeable bunch, it appears no one is willing to share responsibility for breaking the wind at the front. Soon a smaller group (myself included) break from the group with the aim of catching up to an earlier and faster group. We make good headway but life is not easy with foul weather (head wind, cold temperature, occasional showers etc).
As the race progresses I find myself surrounded by much better cyclists and we have a paceline going. We zoom down Waihi Hill and the pace really picks up from Turangi onwards.
All of a sudden, a few kilometers from Hatepe Hill, my stomach churns. Running low on energy and almost out of energy gels, I am now being punished for a poor breakfast! I slow down and am dropped from the pack. I muster the energy to climb the notorious Hatepe Hill (but after doing K2, this is is not a hill!) and manage to pass a few of the riders in the group I was with! This success is short lived as I stop to refuel at the next aid station.
For the remaining 15 kilometers, I ride by myself. The wind picks up and the weather worsens – it is now quite wet. I persevere and cross the finish line in 4:59:49, beating my five hour goal by a mere 11 seconds! Today’s effort placed me 142nd out of 376 M20-34 finishers, and 810th out of 3605 overall.
Although I was happy finishing the race under five hours, I left knowing I could have done better. Had I had my usual breakfast (rolled oats), I would have been able to keep up with the bunch I was with and better my time by 10 minutes. Next year’s goal is under 4:45. To do that I plan to start in Group 2 and eat a proper breakfast!
It has become a rite of passage. In your senior years of high school, out come your wisdom teeth and on come the braces. All for your pearly whites! Unfortunately my teeth have always been “straight enough” and getting braces would have been a waste of money!
A few months back at a routine checkup my dentist takes an X-ray of my teeth after I suspect I need fillings. I was right – I had three cavities and needed fillings! Out of curiosity I have a look at the X-ray. To my alarm, there appears to be some teeth lying horizontally! I learn that these are my wisdom teeth and my dentist recommends that they be removed.
I schedule an appointment with an oral surgeon. After a panoramic X-ray scan, the news is not good. All four wisdom teeth removed and the ones in the lower jaw are very close to the inferior alveolar nerve. Accordingly, the surgeon tells me that in my case, there is a much higher chance of nerve damage, with the potential to lose feeling to my lips and chin! He recommends that I leave the lower wisdom teeth in.
Upset, I rush back home and do some research of my own. I trawl through the web looking at gory Youtube videos of wisdom teeth removal and read of horror stories of operations gone horribly wrong. I worry myself sick with the prospect of having nerve damage post-operation. Although my teeth are not troubling me, I read that horizontally impacted like mine usually cause problems down the track. I also read that the likelihood of complications increases with age. Later on in life the teeth are harder to remove (they have fully developed), the jaw bone is a lot harder and takes longer to heal.
I decide it is best to get a second opinion. Fortunately, one of my colleagues knows of a really good surgeon. He makes an introduction and I am booked into another consult. This time a more advanced X-ray scan is done – a Cone Beam CT. I meet the surgeon who shows me the scan. A few clicks later the software highlights the nerve and gives a 3D rendering of where it runs in relation to the impacted teeth. It is close – quite possibly touches – but he assures me that there will be a low risk of nerve damage. He is also a very experienced surgeon and hasn’t had a patient with nerve damage. This is comforting news.
I bite the bullet. Surgery is scheduled for 8:30am, Tuesday 4th November 2014!
Since the operation is to be under general anesthetic, it is imperative that I have a caregiver pick me up after the surgery and be supervised for the following 24 hours. My colleague Grant generously offers to pick me up after the surgery and his parents even more generously offer me a bed at their place while I recover! I graciously accept their generosity!
Tuesday dawns and I catch the bus down to the clinic. Suddenly I find myself in the operating chair. An IV is attached to my left forearm and I soon fall asleep.
I awake with a mouth full of gauze mats and a couple of ice packs strapped to my face. Dizzy and disorientated, I start asking a lot of questions: was there any nerve damage? How many wisdom teeth were removed? How long have I been in recovery? Can I have a copy of the Cone Beam CT scan? The nurse advises me to stop talking and bite on the gauze. Persistent in my way, I ask for a notepad and continue my inquisition. Apparently I am the first she’s seen that asks for a notepad in recovery! My surgeon returns who confirms the surgery went well, gives me a CD of the scans and a small container bearing my wisdom teeth! Once the IV containing 100mg of Tramal has been consumed, we leave the clinic.
En route to his parents place, Grant picks up my prescription medication – painkillers (Panadol and Tramal), anti-inflammatories (Tilcotil) and antibiotics (Co-trimoxazole). I unpack my belongings and Grant’s parents place and rest upright on the couch. I later make my way to the bed and take a brief nap. I wake and spend the rest of the day in the lounge watching television, talking to Grant’s parents (Graeme and Margaret), and looking at photo albums!
My mouth starts to swell and by the second day my slender jaw line becomes flush with my cheekbones! Feeling slowly is restored to my lower face and I’m relieved that I have suffered no nerve damage. With curiosity, I maneuver my tongue to back of my mouth and ‘feel’ the wounds. I can feel the four sites where the wisdom teeth were removed.
It is now Wednesday and Graeme and Margaret note my perkiness and were surprised by my speedy recovery. One of the benefits of being fit! A meager 35 hours after the operation, I even find me playing indoor soccer!
Grant picks me up from Graeme and Margaret’s place Thursday morning. After two days off, I am back at work (albeit with a half day resume). Back at the flat, I explore the Cone Beam CT scan and manage to replicate the tooth-nerve rendering I recall the surgeon showing me. Fascinating stuff!
It is approaching a week after the surgery and so far so good. I am off the painkillers and have finished my dose of antibiotics. My teeth from time to time hurt, oddly the ones at the front! I have virtually no bleeding and cheeks are no longer swollen. Part of the gum on occasion gets between the second molars, something I’ll ask if I can get remedied at my follow up visit.
Getting my wisdom teeth removed was not nearly as traumatic as I was anticipating. This is bound to be specific to each case so mileage may vary! I am glad I sought a second opinion and believe that both the very experienced surgeon and seeing the CT scan myself gave me the confidence to go through with the operation.
If you are a bit like me and relish challenges, look no further than the Coromandel K2! But don’t take my word for it. The K2 is reportedly “the toughest one day cycle challenge in the Southern Hemisphere“! This year, the K2 starts at Coromandel (each year it rotates between Coromandel/Thames/Tairua/Whitianga townships).
I had great ambitions for my K2 with plans to finish with a time of 6:15. It is a demanding 192km course with 2,300m of hill climbing! In preparation I knew I had to hit the Waitaks and do longer rides than I usually do. The months go by and suddenly November is upon me. I have not done enough riding or any hill repeats!
I collect my timing chip and race number. Like last year, I ambitiously sign up for Group 3. This group consists of riders aiming to break 6 hours.
I am at the start line and the race begins! The Coromandel-Thames is the easiest of the four stages and is a good one to start with. Before for I know it, I have passed Thames and am part way up Kopu Hill, the largest of the hills on the circuit. It involves a 425m climb over 14km… it’s one long hill! My legs are feeling fine but I am already the tailing Charlie of the bunch. There a brief downhill section and that’s where I get dropped. I timidly roll down the hill and watch the group race into the distance.
Fortunately I am not the only orphaned rider. Slowly, another group forms and we make headway and arrive in Tairua. Next up: Pumpkin Hill! My legs are tiring. Again, I get dropped partway up the hill. Knowing my target time of 6:15 was in jeopardy, I put in a last ditch effort attempt to catch up to the bunch. A lot of effort but to no avail! The groups are now few and far in between; I ride most of the remaining course solo.
I roll into Whitianga and brace myself for the last 43km stage of the ride. From last year’s attempt I know that this is the hardest stage of all. I look at my watch and notice that over the 160km I have biked so far my average speed is 31km/h. Not too bad I say to myself. If only it was flat from here I might stand a chance of finishing by 6:15!
Unfortunately, the last 32km is anything but flat! The previous hills have taken their toll, and in conjunction with my inadequate preparation, my legs are well spent. I crawl up each hill but through shear fortitude I continue to pedal. I pass a rider who gets off their bike to clasp their inflamed thighs in great agony! The K2 is one tough course and takes no prisoners!
Fortuitously, the last stage has extra aid stations. Otherwise I would have tempted dehydration. I toss my empty bottles and pick up ones filled with water. It is 2pm and is quite hot! The wind has started to pick up and to make matters worse, it is a head wind!
Finally, one more hill to go! The infamous Whangapoua Hill! Although it is not quite as tall as Kopu, it is a lot steeper and is a really rough hill to finish the ride with! Again, through sheer determination, one pedal at a time, I navigate hairpin turns and arrive at the top of Whangapoua. It is all downhill from here to the finish line. Oddly, it is my fingers – not my legs – which are getting a workout. The descent feels like a mirror image of the ascent. There’s a succession of 25km/h turns followed by a 15km/h one! Yes, it is one corner you don’t want to mess with!
I am glad to see the finish line and finish with an official time of 6:39:13, some 25 minutes slower than my target time. Later on I find out that I was 202/542 to cross the finish line, and 32/59 in my category. Could be better and room for improvement!
- Training: sort out a hilly route and stick to it!
- Consider changing to a cassette with an easier low gear.
- Nutrition was adequate: I took two bananas, four energy gels and two bottles (one water, one electrolytes). On the course, I picked up two bananas, three bottles (two water, two electrolytes) and a handful of jelly beans.
Over the last two weeks, I have spent my time evenly between London, Paris, and Rome. These three cities are quite different and offer their own charm. I found London to be by far the busiest out of the three. It also appeared to be the most multicultural; it was quite common to hear people speaking other languages on the bus. London also had the most activities and the public infrastructure was first class.
Although English is not the native language in Paris, I had no problem getting around as everyone involved in retail spoke English. Most people could speak English in Rome. The buildings in Paris were very well maintained and the Metro was good. However, the public transport in Paris does not operate around the clock. This caused me some grief when catching a 6:45am flight from Orly Airport, as I had to catch a shuttle. It was expensive but the only option.
Both London and Paris are very expensive cities to visit. Neither of these cities would be a great place to live on a low wage. Rome, on the other hand, was easier on the wallet and eating out was feasible. Apparel was also reasonably priced.
I felt let down by the “rundown” state of Rome’s infrastructure, which pails compared to that of London or Paris. Most of the roads had either potholes or loose cobble stones and had very faint road markings. Many of the buildings had graffiti and were caked in grime. The Roma Termini also smelt like urine and there was some litter on the streets. Naples was a lot worse, which is a shame as it looks to be in a nice location by the sea and near Mount Vesuvius.
All three cities had beggars and scammers. The beggars and scammers were worst in Paris, as they were outside every tourist attraction and even at the exits of the Metro! The scammers in Rome appeared to take full advantage of tourists. In one instance, I was conned into paying money for advice that I did not ask for or know I would have to pay for.
In all three cities I missed seeing the sea. I have always lived within 20 minutes from the ocean and found it unsettling living in an inland metropolis. If I had live in London, Paris, or Rome, it would have to be London. That is because I felt most at home there and there was simply more things to do.
I have never ventured further than Singapore before so it was quite something for me to go to the opposite side of the globe. It also was quite a testing journey, especially on long haul flights with crying infants nearby! It took around 40 hours of travelling (including stop overs) to travel from New Zealand to Europe.
This trip to Europe was truly an eye opening experience. I was shocked to see how busy London was and once I returned found Auckland to quite desolate and empty in comparison. The pace of life was also a lot busier and put New Zealand into perspective. The most fascinating part of my journey was seeing all of the ruins in Rome. It was almost surreal visiting The Pantheon, which has been standing since 125AD. Compare this to New Zealand’s oldest building which was constructed in 1822!
A summary of the things I saw:
- National History Museum
- Science Museum
- London Dungeon
- London Aquarium
- Maddam Tussauds
- Westminster Abbey
- Theatre show “Warhorse”
- Musee D’Orsay
- Bascillica Sacre Coeur
- Eiffel Tower
- Palace of Versailles
- Catacombs de Paris
- Notre Dame
- Sainte Chapelle
- Disneyland Paris
- Musee Arts et Metiers
- Watched Tour de France at Champs-Elysees
- Roman Forum
- Palatine Hill
- Trevi Fountain
- Spanish Steps
- Mount Vesuvius
- Vatican City
- Vatican Museums
- Sistine Chapel
Finally I would like to thank my cousin Christine for her expert advice on what to see and my colleagues for their advice. I had no trouble backpacking my way across Europe and look forward to the next opportunity to do so!