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VOLUME 6 ED21 // WINTER 2016 // AU/NZ/ASIA
OLD GHOST ROAD ULTRA // TRANSPYRENEA - VEGAN ENDURANCE ODYSSEY //
RUN LIKE A TIGER - TASSIE TRAIL FEST // BUFFALO GAL GRAND SLAM //
YUKON QUEST // PAUL HEWITSON // EQUALITY ON TRAIL //
PLUS REVIEWS, SHOES, GUIDES, GEAR & PORN
DETAILS
VOLUME 6 ED21 // WINTER 2016 // AU/NZ/ASIA
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Editorial
Australia Editor: Chris Ord
Associate Editors: Tegyn Angel, Ross
Taylor, Simon Madden, Pat Kinsella
New Zealand Editor: Amanda Broughton
Minimalist/Barefoot Editor: Garry Dagg
Art Director: Jordan Cole
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Contributing Writers
Sputnik Sputnik, Amanda Broughton, Tegyn
Angel, Mark Hines, Mal Law, Ross Taylor,
Nicki Letts, Tania Miller
Senior photographer
Lyndon Marceau www.marceauphotography.com
Photography
Simon Madden, Sam Bruce, Sputnik Sputnik,
Mark Hines, Tania Miller, Nicki Letts,
Mat Vaughn, Tom le Lievre, Felix Weber,
Rapid Ascent, Montane Yukon Arctic Ultra,
Richard Bull, Matt Hull, Martin Hartley,
Derek Crowe, Montane, Stephen Roberts
(Shakey Finger Photography),
Richard Rossiter, Chandima Kulathilake,
74Pics Photography, Tegyn Angel,
Lloyd Belcher
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escape the
pavement
cover photo
Emma Lawrey takes a stride for trail
running kind above the vista of Ormiston
Pound, along the Larapinta Trail,
Northern Territory, Australia.
IMAGE: Simon Madden
THIS SHOT: Taking on the technical stuff
with gusto at the Sturt Gorge Trail Run
(Trail Running South Australia)
IMAGE: Sam Bruce.
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Trail running and other activities described in this magazine can carry significant risk of injury or
death. Especially if you are unfit. Undertake any trail running or other outdoors activity only with proper instruction,
supervision, equipment and training. The publisher and its servants and agents have taken all reasonable care to ensure
the accuracy of the information contained in this publication and the expertise of its writers. Any reader attempting
any of the activities described in this publication does so at their own risk. Neither the publisher nor any of its
servants or agents will be held liable for any loss or injury or damage resulting from any attempt to perform any of the
activities described in this publication, nor be responsible for any person/s becoming lost when following any of the
guides or maps contained herewith. All descriptive and visual directions are a general guide only and not to be used as a
sole source of information for navigation. Happy trails.
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CONTENTS
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REVIEWS
14.
Now’s A Good Time To Buy
all the good gear
The Crusher, Ultra Softy, Star Treka
and an Aggravated Assault
TRAIL GUIDES
118.
Lerderderg, Victoria, AU
120.
Thredbo, NSW, AU
122.
Cathedral Rock, NSW, AU
124.
Bullock Track, Otago, NZ
98.
Shoe reviews
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TRAIL MIX
Australia – Chris Ord
New Zealand – Amanda Broughton
Australia – Tegyn Angel
8.
Editors’ Columns
FEATURES
34.
Innerview
- Late starter Paul Hewitson
42.
Run Like A Tiger
- Tassie Trail Fest
56.
Ghost Tales
- Old Ghost Ultra, NZ
68.
Yukon Quest
- 1600km on ice
82.
Buffalo Gal
- Going for the Grand Slam
90.
Pyrenees on Plant Power
- Vegan’s mega run
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32.
Sputnik’s Spray
A matter of balance
22.
Event Previews
106.
Trail Porn
It’s dirty
EDSWORD
CHRIS ORD, AU
‘Failure is not falling down, but
refusing to get up’ – Chinese proverb.
I’M SCARED. AND THAT’S A GOOD THING.
IT GOT ME OUT ON A BLUSTERY NIGHT
TO GRIND OUT HILL REPEATS TOWARD
A MIDNIGHT SALVATION.
So what’s your motivation? I’m not talking
about the ‘Big Why’, here. For me that is easy:
I love to run through wild places. Simple
and pure. It makes my soul – whatever that
manifestation is – feel charged, along with all
that other quasi-hippie waffle I tend to spill in
these pages. Tree hugger, guilty as charged.
But when it comes to actual motivation of
the moment – the driving force that in winter
keeps you tramping out the front door rain,
hail and – if you’re based in the southern
Australian states like me – eff-all sunshine.
No matter how much you love to dry-hump
a eucalypt and wax lyrical about the spiritual
journey along life’s dirty highway, some days
are just plain hard yakka. At that moment,
when you’d rather plump on the couch and
(cringe alert) guiltily enjoy reality singing
schlock show
The Voice
while bitching about
prima-donna judge Delta Goodrem while
morphing into a fanboy of her fellow judge,
Jessie J …arrr, did I just write that out loud? I
digress - what is it that makes you cut short the
brave performance by that guy with Tourette’s
(amazing how singing quietens his devil, like
running wild quietens ours), kill the tube and
brave the sleet?
Fear. And commitment. The former seeded
and sprouted, a flowering force borne from
the latter.
You have signed up to something big. A
relative-to-you big. Could be your first run or
your five hundredth. But it’s a biggie. And you
know that you are not quite ready. And you
don’t have the time to be well-oiled ready. But
you have
some
time to do
something
about your
current inadequacies that are rising from the
pit of your stomach like a badly thought-out
Nutella sandwich at kilometre eighty-eight;
you feel sick right now.
Well, that’s the fear I’m feeling and that’s my
current of-the-moment motivation.
In a weird way, it reminds me of the fear felt
when you first fall in love and she/he says an
unexpected “yes” (to whatever your sappy or
salacious question was). And you think, shit,
what now? What do I do? What if I look like a
dick? What if I throw up? What if I pass out?
Have I got clean undies on?
Transpose that to what is feeding my
fear now and those things are all very real
possibilities, and the undies factor is suddenly
a resounding ‘no’.
Ahead of me is a big mountain run, in very
high, very remote places, over many days in a
row. That bit doesn’t worry me. I’ve (somehow)
survived that before and now have a possibly
ill-advised semi-confidence in terms of the
terrain and my ability to move through it.
But like a semi-hard on, that bravado could
be deflated in an instant when the harsh
fluorescent light of reality is switched on to
reveal my ill-prepared nakedness.
Like a first love, it’s the company I’ll be
keeping – if I can keep up – that turns my
stomach.
Timmy Olson, I’ll tell anyone who will
listen, is a monster in the way only a Western
States 100 record holder can be. Look at him.
He’s a running Buddha without the belly. A
Zen ultra marathon man disrobed to reveal
powerful piston legs, a core that is beefy yet
lithe wrapped in a six-pack and packaged
with a steely stare that makes mountains wilt
before him; he’s the perfect running form of
human being. That’s not hagiography, by the
way, that’s just my insecurities sweating over
the dude (and let’s face it, he’s a ‘dude’) I have
somehow signed up to keep pace with on a
Himalayan mission of likely little to no mercy.
For me, that is.
High fiving Timmy will be his female mirror
in Anna Frost, just as accomplished and at
home in high mountains having won Hardrock
100 and knocked off the Nolans 14. I’ve already
had the inglorious honour of clinging on to
her heels for dear life up a steep incline or
twenty in the same territory we are to return
to as a crew of four, led by Everest summiteer,
American Ben Clark.
Here, I look for solace to the Everest of quote
machines, Winston Churchill:
“Success is stumbling from failure to failure
with no loss of enthusiasm.”
Well, there were certainly a few stumbles
running with Anna (she didn’t see most of
them, being too far ahead), but enthusiasm
duly got me through. That and fear, given
the fact that there was no other way off the
mountain – no roads, no crew car, not even
a helicopter ride (Bhutan, the country in
which we were running, may have a lauded
policy of Gross Domestic Happiness revered
above Gross Domestic Product, but its Gross
Domestic Helicopter quota was also zero).
So as I head out into a blustery night,
ignoring the high notes of
The Voice
calling
my name, I hopelessly seek Everest-scale
slopes in a seaside landscape that barely
rises to dunes, feeling the urgency of my
commitment to the team and the mission.
Of what lies ahead, I feel like a giddy love-
sick teenage cross country runner about to
hit some hardcore hills with his heroes. But
rather than give up and return to my couch-
side critique of the latest contestant on
The
Voice,
instead I go and run a 50 vertical-metre
hillock twenty five times with imaginings of
how Frosty and Olson would judge me should
I not; scathingly, like Delta Goodrem ripping
through a sour note contestant.
Ah failure. The fuel of champions.
Chris Ord, AU Editor
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