The Wolf Pack Trail Challenge


Earlier this year I did my first Wolf Pack Trail Challenge (WPTC) and can honestly say I have never had so much fun on a training run as with WPC. This is the ultimate in hill training for anyone not living in Cape Town or close to the mountains or who don’t want to spend hundreds or thousands of rands to claim 1500m of elevation gain in one go!

What makes this event so extra special?

The WPTC is not an official race but rather a seriously challenging hill training session that even draw elite trail runners, think the likes of Bennie Roux, Thabang Madiba and a whole host of other speed demons who think they can beat these two to the challenge… ultimately giving it that race like feel! I loved it. It’s like training with the elite, seeing them in action and yes…seeing them working really hard and…suffer! Don’t for one moment think hills come easy, not even for the elite. But this is just some of the reasons I’ve enjoyed the WPC. I just love seeing people working hard and pushing limits; so inspiring… makes me believe I can do it to!

However what makes this event extra special is the amazing spirit and camaraderie of all the passionate trail runners. I’ve never had so much fun with a group of of strangers. Seriously…the power of social media…aka Facebook and Twitter. Lol!


Training Run 2weeks before the event. It was deemed appropriate to actually train for WPTC… Lol!


What a bunch! All ready and prepared for WPTC…

So to sum it up…words from the Wolfman:

This event is primal.

A “flash mob” trail run if you will

Self sufficient (own hydration)

No toilets; no toilet paper

This is not an organised race

No insurance

No medics

This is a group of trail blazers, well…blazing the trails

The Wolfman’s (Herman Mulder) Story

How it all started….

“I was training in the Magalieberg one day and discovered the steep climb at the back of the mountain. I thought I would do 2 or three repeats because it was so steep. I manage to do four and told myself to try one more. I made it and recorded it in my logbook as a five pack. That sounded stupid and it was one short of a six pack. The suffering reminded me of a piece I wrote on fighting the wolf (injury) which to me is the worst suffering of all. The wolf to me epitomizes the mental and physical toughness we need to survive”.


I couldn’t keep this to myself and I decided to invite a few trail runners to do it with me.

I did the first one in 2014 ( only two completed the challenge).

Last year (2015) 17 candidates completed the challenge. 

So far this year ( January 2016) we have 57 candidates for Saturday’s “Wolf Pack”.

The idea is to go back to nature , the primal self,

that’s why we have the theme of ancient warrior running in the mountains.

The Route

The 5 pack route

The 5 pack route

Route – From the Bottom Up

…when you focus and work hard… this is all you see!


Right at the bottom




Honestly didn’t know what that meant… until about the 3rd rep… Lol!


Beautiful views at the top!

The Medallion


THE WOLFMAN (Henk Mulder) showing off the special finishers medallion… it’s huge and beautiful!


Runners being brief about the challenge and where to find their medallions on their way back.


It’s all in the detail. How special is this?

The Challenge

Off course I was out of breath within the first 1km!

I… came… for… hill… training!


Beautiful day with beautiful views….

I felt like a real warrior woman… LOL!

More hills on our way back to the start…

Yes…and off course I was the last to finish…but I finished! (many who didn’t…lol!)

A massive THANK YOU to the Wolfman for sharing his trails and passion for running with us, the beautiful medals, my ice cold can of Coke on my last rep and for bringing together a great group of passionate runners to share this event with.

Back Due To Popular Demand!!

The next event will be on the 2nd of July 2016.


Perfect timing as I’ve just  kicked off training for my 2016 goal race… the 100km Salomon Skyrun; more  about this in another post.

Feet Of The MdS Runner


Those following my blog know that I’ve become completely obsessed with running in the desert. I cannot explain why I have this dire need to run hundreds of kilometres over multiple days carrying my own food and all the equipment I would need to survive (no doubt)…a gruelling experience!

Over the past 18 months I’ve certainly done my fair share of research into the sport of extreme multi-stage endurance racing. I’ve crawled the web and probably consumed every piece of information relating to extreme, ultratrail and multi-stage endurance events; almost an expert on the topic just need to do a race (LOL)!

The more I learn about extreme ultra racing the more it fascinates me. Why would anyone of right mind run those silly distances, go through so much pain….most of all spend so much money to do it? Let’s face it, extreme sports are not cheap. What’s wrong with just working on the 10K and mastering the marathon?

On the surface it seems to survive a week in the desert comes down to following:

  • Your feet
  • Your pack (incl. food, hydration and equipment)
  • Your mind

Yes, obviously you need to train for the event but unless you’re a front runner you will likely walk half (if not more) of the race. Right now I don’t see myself running with a 9kg backpack over sand dunes and dried up riverbeds with temperatures above 40 degrees Celsius, carrying 3 litres of water!

This post is a reblog of Adrian May’s Marathon des Sables 2014 race report. Adrian has run the MdS twice (2012 and 2014) in aid of Hope for Children, a UK based charity which works in 8 countries around the world to help children reach their full potential.

When I saw a picture of Adrian’s shoes on Twitter after he completed the 2014 MdS I laughed for days (still am)!

Yes, feet are important but is this what it comes down to?

IMG_0708 Lots of learnings and insights for me in Adrian’s race report. Hopefully when my turn comes I will be ready and strong to push through whatever gets thrown my way!


Adrian May: Le Marathon des Sables 2014 Race Report

(as originally posted by Adrian May aka @MdS_Runner) It’s 02:00 in the morning on day 4 of the Marathon des Sable. I’ve been on my feet and moving since 09:00 the previous morning. Oh and by the way I’m carrying everything I need for a week in the desert, along with circa 1,000 other competitors, and the temperature has been a pretty constant 46 degrees Celsius during the days. This stage is 81.5km (over 50 miles) and I’ve already covered over 100 km in the preceding 3 days. The first 10km of today was lovely and flat and then we hit a 2km track up a Jebel (think massive sand dune with rocks on top) with an average slope of 12% and for the last 0.5km at 30% which means scrabbling up rocks on our hands and knees. The Jebel was some 15 hours ago and since then the course has gone up and down valleys, hills, dune fields and god only knows what – I’ve completely lost the plot. My feet are killing me. Every step is like walking on shards of glass. The last 20 kms is on soft sand in the dark; all alone with glow sticks on poles every couple of kilomters and the only light form my depleting head torch. I’ve really had enough. I could very easily just lie down on the sand in the dark and simply give up. All of a sudden I hear “Hello tenty”! It’s Chris – one of my tent mates full of the joys of spring catching me up, although as I later discover he’s far from feeling that himself. But for 20 minutes he shouts out encouragement to me and I suspect to himself but it works! I pick up my pace and we both make renewed progress with a power walk across this horrible terrain. Some lights glowing faintly in the distance! Chris suddenly announces that he can see tents around us. He gets more and more excited … “Only 500m to go mate” he shouts and then whispers ….”I think the officials have turned their head torches off and are going to jump out and surprise us when we arrive at the finish!” Why they would do this to us is beyond me and obviously to him to but I go along with it after all he could be right … only 500m to go!!! 5km and one hour later we arrive at the finish and poor Chris needed to head directly to the clinic for some “help”. But we made it and will never forget the horrors of that night.

Welcome to life in the Marathon des Sables. The MdS. It ruins your legs, trashes your feet but more scarily it thoroughly messes with your head. Disorientation, confusion, massive highs and horrendous lows are common place. Everyone will suffer this to a greater or lesser extent – and learn that mental strength is key to finishing the toughest foot race in the world.

Saturday: Day -1

The days leading up to the start should be labelled as eerily coincidental. We wanted to form our 8 person tent team in the days leading up to the event as we knew we were going straight to the desert from the airport. We already had a core of 4 BP ers – Rob, Andy, Gerrit and myself. There was another competitor also with the surname of May; called Tom (my son’s name) also running for HOPE – such a coincidence that I felt he should be invited to join and he brought Chris who’s brother works for Castrol. Keeping up with me? Peter and Matthew were persuaded to join at the airport. Even more bizarre was a colleague at BP who contacted me to say her sister and father were also running this – could I look out for them. Sure, in a field of 1,000 runners … no problem. I contacted Tom at the airport to learn he was sitting at a table in a restaurant with Laura and Len; the daughter and Father. So tent team 110 formed and Laura and Len became an extended tent team family that we could always go and cadge stuff from if needed! IMG_0543 Since this morning we spent hours in queues. Queued for water, for hexamine tablets, breakfast, to get our passports back, for lunch and now for registration. Each time standing in the sun. It’s hot! The main job this morning was final packing so we have all we need in our running bag and the rest gets sent back to storage until the end. The last 3 months has been spent on agonising what should be carried and what gets left behind. The final 2 hours sorting the last bits was awful – this was it. Final bag weight is 8.3 kg but will be up to 10 kg with water and distress flare. After the day of queues the tent group went for a walk down to the start and on for the first km. The dune field we know we need to cross lies across our path with the massive dunes glowing orange in the sunlight. IMG_0554 Tomorrow will start with a flat couple of km followed by the 12km through this dune field, then the rest of the route appears to be along a river bed but a number of hills in involved. Hard to tell from the route book. Big panic this eve as I couldn’t find my head torch but later found at the bottom of Tom’s back pack. An easy mistake as all our stuff tends to end in a big pile at the back of the tent. I should have shut up and he could have carried it for me! No one was clear on what time it is. Every official we asked seem to think it was either same as UK or others one hour earlier. All became clear at the afternoon briefing. Today we are on Morocco time which is the same as UK. Tonight we create our own time zone and go back one hour! Bizarre or what ??!! 44 nationalities taking part. The Ukrainians got a big cheer. Youngest is 16 and the oldest 76; so despite some peoples comments I’m not the oldest contestant! Weird demonstration of how to use the toilet facilities which peaked with the suggestion of putting a small stone in the bottom of the plastic bag to prevent unfortunate incidents if it gets windy … sorry too much information. The food provided today has been fabulous and provided for us – I’ve eaten well so won’t be hungry tomorrow! We’ve learnt that some official starting the race tomorrow so start put back to 10 UK time. Will be nicely warming up by then!

Day 1: 34 km

Best described as dunes, dunes and dunes!! Prior to the start we went through the usual process of creating the numbers for the year of the event. In this case 29…9th edition. Helicopters flying over to take photos but it took forever to get 1,000 + people organised!

Usual excitement at the start (1) Lots of noise (2) Helicopters flying low over our head and (3) loud music. We start to fall into a routine; safety briefings etc, sing happy birthday to however many people have a birthday, being asked to do a group dance to Happy (from despicable me 2) (!!) and then as the final countdown starts the volume ramps up with “High way to Hell”. Helicopters flying so low over our heads as camera crews lean out. The race starts with a flat run of 2.2 km until the dune field. Turns out it is the tallest dune field in Morocco! 12 hard kms at the start – our bags are at their heaviest! No time to settle down but straight in. CP1 we were given another 3 litres of water which was a pain to carry. Temperatures well over 40 deg c at this stage. 12km on the flat and then back into another dune field for another 6.5 km! The sand was draining. It took me approx 7 hours and 15 mins. During the last dune field there was someone collapsed in the sand asking for a doctor. A little way later 3 people in a similar state next to an officials car. So it was clear the staff were having their hands full. A combination of heat, dunes and the amount of water we had to carry made this a tough start.

Day 2: 41km

41 km – 1 km short of a marathon (on day 2, when our bags are still heavy!!) and once again it was very hot and lots of sand. Really tough stage. _EL23902 Temperature reached 46 degrees. Most passed in a bit of a blur. Up to CP1 I ran most of the way but for some reason CP1 to CP2 was just tough. Struggled to even walk fast. Finally stopped to recoup which included a handful of salt tablets and something to eat. Felt much better and kept on to CP2 where I ate and was set up to do some power walking to CP3. This was at the foot of a Jebel where we had a 15 degree climb to the top….and it was sand. This was at 34km. Managed to run/walk to the end…saw the finish and managed a fast run for last 100m and overtook a number of people to move up the board. Finished in 532th position. Got back to tent and knew before I took my shoes off that I had problems with my feet. I could feel the hot spots. Long story short I ended up in Doc Trotters with 4 blisters on right foot and 3 on left. As always the level of care was incredible. It took over an hour for the treatment which was made up of puncturing the blister, injecting with iodine (very painful!) and then bandaging up. Both feet now resemble a mummies!! IMG_0616 Incredibly qualified people treating us. The first doctor is head of intensive care for a hospital in Monaco. He started treating me but was asked by the head doctor to go and help one of three patients in the intensive care section of the clinic here. They were all suffering with heat stroke and this individual had to be airlifted out shortly after. Learnt later that this person had a temperature of 42 degrees and they managed to reduce with a drop but it later climbed again. He was taken to Casa Blanca and all our thoughts are with him. The second doctor leads a trauma unit in Paris for anyone involved in a serious accident. It’s very humbling to have such well qualified and knowledgeable people providing very basic but very gentle care to such a high standard. All 57 medical staff are volunteers. They are also very noticeable at each of the check points. Making conscious efforts to engage people in conversation and looking very deeply into their eyes just to check we are OK. So, we are well looked after.

Day 3: 37.5 km

Day 3 is over and I’m back in Doc Trotters waiting for treatment. Blisters have multiplied so I’ve had to clean my feet, remove dressings and wait. Another hard day. So much sand! The worst part was a Jebel at 17km with a 12% climb for over a km. It was all over loose rocks so at times on hands and knees. Breath taking views from the top. Once again the time up to the first checkpoint went well and fast…maybe too fast. I’m finding I’m fading around lunch time. Not enough calories in my bag (because of weight) so I’m trying to eat an energy bar or similar to gain calories. Back into camp there is a standard routine. Collect 3 x 1.5 litres of water. IMG_0608 Back to my tent and I immediately make a recovery shake. Walk 100m from the tents and strip off and clean up with a bottle of water I hold over my head. Modesty goes out of the window here! Then up to a couple of hours in Doc Trotters before going back to the tent for dinner. And that is honestly disgusting. I really have to force myself to eat it. Once again I’ve only eaten half so I’m not getting calories in. After dinner I wander up to the finish to see the last runners come in. Then to the results board to see how I did. Back to the tent and in bed by 9 ish and then sleep through to approx 530. I have to say my sleeping mat sounds like a crisp packet and makes a racket every time I turn over! Keeps both me and my tent mates awake … after a couple of nights I gave up on it and sleep on the rug on the desert floor. The postman comes round about 7. Thank you for your messages they really do help. It’s a funny sort of bubble we live in here and the outside world contact makes me feel connected. So …. The outcome from Doc Trotters is every toe on my left foot is bandaged up plus my heel plus a swollen ankle. The right foot is better…only 3 toes and the heel. Tent mate Peter is complaining about his knee. I hope it recovers overnight…. the big day tomorrow. 81.5 Km. I think I’ll need to make holes in my shoes to get my feet in……. !!

Day 4: 81.5 km

And so to the day I introduced at the beginning of this collection of memories. I’ve taken my notes direct from my blog .. written hours after I finished this stage in day 5 which is the rest day. It reflects how I felt. If I ever show the slightest inclination of doing an event like this then please stop me, shoot me if you must. In Doc Trotters again and my feet resemble a steak. Yesterday was the double marathon. I completed it in 17 hours. Last time I used the word brutal to describe the race. This time it’s worse. I honestly don’t know what word to describe what I went through yesterday. A good friend wrote on my tyvek suite “even when you have gone as far as you can and you are staring the spectre of self-doubt, you can find a bit more strength deep inside you if you look close enough”. I kept thinking of this and thinking firstly how much deeper I needed to dig and secondly how many people I would let down if I don’t keep pushing myself. The number of times I was literally in tears with the pain and frustration. I can honestly say I gave it everything and there was nothing left when I got in at 03:00. That all I wanted to do in the last three sectors was lie down in the sand in the dark and just give up. But I made it. God only knows how I will do a marathon tomorrow…but that is a worry for tomorrow. Actually that’s a worry after I’ve seen Doc Trotters and they comment on my feet! That day started off badly with tent mate Peter announcing his knee was so bad that he couldn’t walk let alone run so he was withdrawing. A tough decision and all respect to him for making it. 81.5 km – 6 check points and we’d already run over 100km the preceding 3 days. I had decided my strategy was to power walk this stage. We had a Jebel at 9.7 km described as a difficult ascent with 12% average slope and 30 % for last 500m. 2 km in total. Think very very large sand dune with rocky parts where we were literally scrambling on our hands and feet. I don’t like heights and it was ridiculous the height that we were scrambling along. The organisers at least provided a rope hand rail for us to hang on to. I kept having the fear that I would topple backwards with the weight of the back pack. It was all single file and on a number of times people stopped to take photos which caused delay. IMG_0670 CP2 was where the top runners came past. The top 50 men and 5 women are held back 4 hours after we start. Seeing them shoot past was rewarding but also incredibly emotional. Half way to check point 3 things went pair shaped for me. I wear custom orthotics in my shoes as I’m very flat footed and this causes more pressure on my ankle. However yesterday I chose to fit ordinary orthotics as they take up less space in my shoe. Big mistake. I could feel my ankle getting more painful. I had to stop and change the orthotics over. Unfortunately the damage was already done. My ankle was swollen and harder than ever to get my foot in the shoe. I then started self-medicating alternating paracetamol and ibuprofen to mask the pain. I can honestly say I wasn’t that successful. It felt like I was running on shards of glass. Last time I broke the day down by sleeping for a few hours on the course. I was determined to go straight through this time but by CP5 I was feeling so nauseous I couldn’t even drink my water. A doctor gave me a tablet to help. CP5 to 6 was a nightmare. It was on soft sand in the dark and it was hard to keep up any progress. After CP6 I suddenly heard the words from behind … “Hello tenty !!” It was Chris and we were both in a dark place. He was fabulous though…kept shouting out encouragement and I can honestly say I’m not sure I would have finished without him. He did decide at one point the we only had 500m until the finish; distances are hard to judge at night in the desert and it was more than 5km. With less than a km to go Chris was just not feeling good. He stopped to find his thermal blanket and told me to go on. I said I’d wait for him at the finish. There were about 16 people behind us. One a woman who I’d preciously challenged to sprint for the finish line. She announced we should all do this…so head down and goodness where I got the energy but I got in ahead of them all. After all that hard work I was not losing more places!!! After the lovely cup of tea provided Chris headed for Doc Trotters and I went back to the tent. 3 back already and those had all done incredible times. Got straight in my bag…but couldn’t sleep with the throbbing from my ankles. I’m Out of Doc Trotters now. Three doctors spent over 2 hours on my feet and now I can stand upright!! Been put on antibiotics and given some very strong painkillers so feel like I’m flying right now. I’ve won the prize for the worst feet (no prize !!) but had lots of photos taken of them by the medical team.

So now a time to relax, eat and sleep. Another marathon tomorrow and with all the TLC I’ve received today the least I can do is go out there and compete !!

Day 5: Rest day

Well, you’ve heard all about my Doc Trotters exploits and that took all morning. Today is our day off so lazy recovery time, but I’m struggling to rest and struggling to eat. The expedition food is so disgusting. I force half of it down then give up. We’ve been sharing the contents of our kit bags today between the tent today. Things we don’t need but others in the tent might! Otherwise it gets binned! We have a Korean super model doing this event – Lee. She’s in the tent in front and looks incredible despite the difficulties of the preceding days. She has a camera crew following her and from time to time they stick their camera in our tent. I had the bizarre experience of being interviewed for Korea. Television in French! Later in the afternoon there was an announcement that the last runners were coming in some 30 hours after they set off. Hats off to these guys…out all night and the heat of two days. The whole camp went out to clap them in! What a noise! The big event this afternoon was the distribution of a cold can of coke for each of us. Matt in our tent was caught kissing his! Others rolling theirs over their necks or foreheads before drinking. I’ve never made a can of coke last so long before! When I opened it the top burst and I wasted some. I was close to being distraught… over a can of coke …. ! Emails brought round mid-afternoon today. Thank you for these. Each one is savoured and is a highlight of the day. Across the camp I can hear a buzz of voices and laughter. Every one getting ready for tomorrow. Position 515. Top 500 finish is a distinct possibility! Beyond my wildest dreams…

Day 6: 42 km

And the wheels come off my dream to finish in the top 500. It really was just a dream but the reality up to this point seemed to point to me achieving it. And so many messages from you to encourage me to do this. So while I’m happy to have finished the MDS it’s tempered with disappointment. And so to the day…. Another marathon I’d cut holes in my trainers to make it easier to get my feet in with the tape wrapped round them; even then it was a battle and so was the hobbling I could barely do just to get to the start line. IMG_0708 As my feet warmed up the level of pain seemed to reduce and there were times in the first half where I managed to run for a while. We have been taught to look out for the signs of dehydration and between CP2 and 3 it became obvious to me that I was developing them. I was nauseous, couldn’t drink, lost my sense of balance and just got into a bleak place. I remember getting into CP3 and the dr immediately saying I needed help. So they added salt to my water, gave me some tabs and asked me to rest.. The last bit I refused. The dr looked me very deeply in the eye and made me solemnly promise I would drink regularly. I did and in time felt better eventually after what seemed forever I got in to the finish. Not making excuses just telling it as it was.

At the end it was back to doc trotters for my feet to be resorted …. The drs comment was ” your blisters have been breeding ! ” My ankle had ballooned as well. IMG_0703 Anyway enough of all that! Coming over the last hill you could see the camp 2kms away. The feeling of elation that I was so close. I remember shouting “yes” and exchanging big smiles with a Japanese competitor near by. An organiser standing by laughed and said “only 2 kms until you get kissed by a Frenchman!!”. As always Patrick Bauer was there to welcome everyone back with a hug and a kiss on both cheeks and to hand out the medals. _CA50819 All my tent mates were back and I bumped into some of them as they were coming to the finish to welcome me back. You are a great group and I’ve made some good friends this week! The evening was the medal ceremony followed by opera de Paris playing sumptuous music under a star filled sky surrounded by people who had all suffered in similar ways. A very special night. IMG_0706 The final day is a 7 km walk with us all wearing a blue UNICEF tee shirt to show solidarity for children and the prevention of violence towards them.

Day 7: 7 Km

It was a morning unlike the others. The start felt more leisurely and there was so much banter flying around the tent and the wider camp. In addition to the water collection we needed to also collect a blue t shirt. IMG_0711 Today’s leg was not timed but rather a show of solidarity in support of UNICEFS work against violence towards children, and we would do this by walking as a long group of 900 (over 100 had dropped out) across a 7 km course to the finish line. IMG_0737 Patrick Bauer once again went for a lengthy talk at the start but I think this time misunderstood the vibe of the crowd. He’d got into the habit of getting the music “happy” played and asking us to dance to it ! I don’t think many were physically capable!! Finally the music revved up to “highway to hell” and the helicopters started there adrenaline rushed very low passes over the crowds and I mean low…perhaps 10 metres!! Lots of flags flying and everyone went their own pace, tent 110 stuck together and we passed the time sharing memories of the previous week or at times quietly reflecting to ourselves. Eventually we reached the outskirts of the town (I have no idea of the name!) where the finish line was set up. As we got closer the older kids came out to meet us and were cheekily asking for anything they could lay their hands on! They would have taken the bags off our backs if they could! Closer to the town were the little kids with their parents and all of us were looking for something we could give. I’d been carrying around a packet of playing cards all week, which were never used and I’d forgotten about them. Luckily Chris remembered so they got given to a little tot who had no idea what he’d been given but I’m sure will be the envy of his friends!!

At last the finish line appeared with lots of people cheering and clapping and tent 110 formed a line and we went over together.

A good feeling.

_EL21579 Through the admin of handing back the transponder and the safety flare and we were then given half a flat loaf of local bread and a packed meal for the coach journey. The bread was incredible. Having eaten nothing but mush or power drinks or processed for all week the texture and taste was so good. We wandered over to the buses for the 4 hour drive to Ouzzazate. Once on the bus I quickly ate everything in the bag and then slept most of the journey. We arrived at the hotel; a bunch of smelly (and I truly mean we stank to high heaven), dirty, tired refugees all dressed in our bright blue UNICEF tops. A massive queue to check in that stretched out into the street. Gerrit announced he was going to get some beers. He wandered around neighbouring shops and not finding anything he asked someone stood nearby. All our jaws dropped when this lad climbed on his moped shortly followed by Gerrit on the back!! They disappeared for 10 mins and Gerrit returned with a big grin on his face on the back of the moped clutching a plastic bag filled with bottles of beer!! He’d promised the owner of the moped his blue t-shirt for his assistance. Checking in over, allocation of rooms and then a shower. Oh boy what a shower!! Good to feel clean again. Tent 110 met in the bar and it was hard to recognise one another or other runners for that matter!! A few beers later, and only a few…it was all we so could cope with, and after a wonderful buffet meal at 8:45 none of us could keep our eyes open and the day ended there.

And so the week came to an end. Some more admin stuff was still to be done but the bubble in the desert had burst. To be honest you had to be there to really understand what it meant to be there and what a big change moving back to the real world. All through the week Berbers at the camp, or waiters in the hotel would end any sentence with Insha’Allah. “Today will be a good day, Insha’Allah” or “you will have a good run today Insha’Allah”.

It feels fitting to say that we succeeded in the desert, never beating it – not even taming it … but we achieved our goal … Insha’Allah.


The Marathon des Sables – they don’t call it an ultra-marathon for nothing.

Remember the Name, by Fort Minor [Chorus]

This is ten percent luck,

Twenty percent skill,

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,

Five percent pleasure,

Fifty percent pain,

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

The Marathon des Sables – the toughest footrace on earth : An extraordinary race, for extraordinary people in an extraordinary place

Ultratrail Cape Town 2015


At the risk of sounding like a complete trail running snob I am confessing that a road race (with exception of the Comrades Marathon) has never left me in complete awe! Ultratrail Cape Town (UTCT) took my breath away and swept me off my feet. If you are not from Cape Town or have never run the trails in Cape Town then UTCT is the ride to get on.

I grew up in Stellenbosch in the heart of the Winelands surrounded by mountains and vineyards. I’ve always been in awe of the mountains and cherished the fact that I was blessed to have grown up in the most beautiful town in South Africa but I never got the opportunity to explore any of the mountains; even Table Mountain remained an iconic mystery! Of course, we all went up Table Mountain with the cable car and behaved like tourists at the lookout areas. Lol!

When I visited Cape Town in 2013 with my family I decided that was it. We are climbing Table Mountain! We went up via Platteklip gorge and that’s when I saw all the beautiful trails and started dreaming about how nice it would be to run them all. When I saw the inaugral race of UTCT in 2014 I knew it was a race I had to do!

What did I get myself into! 

I entered for the 100km race in January already (the very 1st day that entries opened) that’s how excited I was. The idea was to use the race as a long run in preparation for my 300km desert race next year. I’ve never run that far on trail before and was curious to see how my body would cope running 100km non-stop. In hindsight, although the first 50km of my desert race includes traversing a mountain range UTCT was probably not the right race to be simulating desert-like racing conditions. Lol! I suppose a three day multi-stage race like Golden Gate would’ve probably been a far better match to test equipment like pack, race gear, nutrition and recovery.

Oh well…water under the bridge! My heart was set on running this race. However the night before the race I made peace with myself and SETTLED for the 65km; to be honest my training races indicated that I would probably need about 18hrs to finish a 100km mountain ultra instead of the ridiculous 15hrs!

65km Route

65km Route

Arial View of Cape Town

Arial View of Cape Town

65km Profile

65km Profile

Race Ready

My strategy was to keep things simple (run from aid station to aid station) and to not get too caught up in the environment. Physically I was well prepared (over prepared!). I had all that Comrades mileage in my legs as well as Magaliesberg and Mont-Aux-Sources. I was more than ready to run Cape Town!

A Race of Eating, Drinking…and Walking

Registration was quick and included a compulsory gear check. I met Noel Ernstzen at registration who was kind enough to walk me through the route. His advice to me was…firstly; this is a race of eating and drinking. If you hydrate and fuel throughout you will do well. Your body is ready and can do the job. Secondly, he said…this is not Comrades where you’re expected to run the hills. Lol! You are going to take it easy; walk the climbs and run the flats and downs. Noel wished me good luck and said he will be waiting at Groot Constantia. I must admit I felt much more relax after that briefing. No pressure!

I also met the lovely Tailwind couple Grant and Melanie Markey; always exciting to meet my tweeps in real life! They told me that they would be at the 1st aid station at Kloof Nek and the last one at UCT.

Great, I had supporters…this race must just start now!


We were blessed with some light showers the morning of the race; that after we had clear blue skies the day before. Someone send me a tweet afterwards saying…”That’s the Mother City. She can be a “bitch” sometimes”. I normally wear long tights for trail but that morning I opted for short tights and a racers T. I still regret making that decision! Despite the cold and rain the spirits were high. What is a little bit of rain, right? We are well trained extreme ultratrail runners…besides the weather forecast said rain in the morning and sunny and clear from midday.

It was a cold wet start but when the start gun was fired I forgot about the weather. I was so excited to finally get going that I actually enjoyed the little curve ball from the weather gods. The first section of the route would see us run through the Company’s Gardens. I suffer from chronic calf fatigue disease and numbness in my feet (only the first 8km of a race) so I tried my best to keep things easy. I loved running the streets of Cape Town in the dark and the soft showers made it easy for me to stay relaxed though my heart was pounding from excitement. I had to focus hard not to get caught up in the hype. It felt as if everyone was passing me but it wasn’t long and BOOM! We hit the first hill in the Bo-Kaap. Phew! Relief. EVERYONE was walking. LOL!

A lot of runners passed me going up this first hill but I decided to take it easy. I run my own race. What are these people smoking? We still have about 14hrs of running ahead of us!

Signal Hill and The Sweepers!

We were greeted by the first trail as we reached the top of that Bo-Kaap hill. It was all single track and I could follow the trail via the headlamps of the front runners. Eish, I still have to go all the way up there? I suddenly noticed four runners behind me. They sounded all excited and energised. I didn’t spot them earlier so thought they might have had a late start and wanted them to pass me as it sounded like they were on a roll. I stopped to let them pass but the one guy said “No rush. We are the sweepers”. I said nothing but though to myself. No way in hell am I going to be the last person in this race. Not today!

Those first few climbs were tough. My feet went completely numb. My calves were screaming at me but I decided to IGNORE them. I am not stopping for silly calf stretches today. My mind was telling me that I was going to regret it but I didn’t care. I kept moving as fast as I could. I spotted my first victim. Male. Yes, sweepers…that is your man…now leave me alone. LOL! I felt great passing the guy and soon I spotted my next 2 victims. Male and female running together. Yes, I can kill two birds at once. THAT felt great. Though I must admit they gave me a run for my money. Finally we reached what seemed to be the top of that “little” section and were running on tar road. I spotted victim no.4! Things were starting to come together. I could wiggle my toes and was finally on a roll!

Signal Hill 6.6km

Signal Hill 6.6km – Getting into a rhythm –

Signal Hill

On A Roll!

It was so refreshing to be out in the rain (and cold). The climbing seemed to have stopped and by the time I got to Lion’s Head I was flying!

KLOOF NEK (Aid Station 1 – 11km)

It was still raining when I got to the first aid station. I spotted more runners at the aid station but they left as I arrived. The volunteers and spectators were just amazing. It was great seeing the Tailwind couple. Grant apologised for the poor weather. Melanie told me that  it will all be trail from here on….just a short climb to get to the contour path. Ya right!

There was a group of 4 ahead of me and 1 other person with running poles. All walking up the hill. OMG! That was the first VERY steep climb I’ve encountered since the start of the race. Everyone seemed to be struggling on that climb. I couldn’t go any faster than them. The guy with his poles (Japanese) seemed to be nailing it. I remembered reading an article in the Runner’s World about poles and saw a picture of a guy walking with a stick and decided that is it. I looked around for stick. Today, the stick will be my friend. It worked. I’m so investing in Z-poles after this race! Then came the steps and I started to laugh at myself. There is only one way up this mountain and that is to take it…SLOW. I managed to pass the Japanese guy with the poles and I was stoked!

Contour Path

I finally made it to the contour path and started to relax. It was pouring but I passed 2 more runners! The path was slippery and little pools started to form. If there’s one thing I love more than running then it is running in the rain. I was soaked; cursed myself a few more times for being so stupid to not have worn the long tights and top at least I would’ve been warm but I still loved every minute of it!

Contour Path 13.6km

Soaked but couldn’t be happier – contour path 13.6km

Platteklip Gorge

The climb up Platteklip gorge came way too soon! I should’ve worked out how long it would take me to get to the top. That would’ve kept me focused but I didn’t and at that stage I didn’t have the mental capacity to do any complex calculations so resorted to asking 20 millions times…how far to the top? I passed another 2 runners; great motivation to keep going. I wasn’t tired but couldn’t pushed myself up that mountain faster. It was a real hands on knees affair (lol!). I battled the element as it started to rain harder and the wind started to blow. I don’t know how long it took me to get to the top but the minute I could stand up straight I was back to my old energetic self. I felt good…but eish…still a few big boulders to be conquered to finally get to the “real” top of Table Mountain!

On top of the world!

What’s worse than battling elements to get to the top of a mountain…discovering that all the trails are flooded! This is where I completely surprised myself. I would’ve normally tiptoed around the path trying to find the dry spots to put my feet but not this time. I was charging through the water. It was pouring and the wind blowing but I felt strong (hard core!). I was not going to stop now. I ran as fast as I could. I kept checking in to see how my body was responding. I read a hikers blog a few weeks back about how they got lost in bad weather on top of Table Mountain not properly dressed and was hypothermic by the time someone got to them. I felt great…kept thinking my body must be really strong…a well trained athlete!

It was beautiful running all by myself with the mist blocking what would’ve been a spectacular view. In some weird way I found this much more interesting and challenging. I’ve Google Earth the route a couple of times and together with the awesome recce runs had great insight into the route so I think it would’ve been a bit boring if I just saw what I already knew. Instead I got beautiful mysterious pathways just blindly following the route markers!

I spotted another 4 runners ahead of me. Yes! I am going to pass them. The trails were becoming a bit technical. I kept this can’t be it? But then I spot the markers…yes, really this is it! The bad weather turned into a full blown storm on top of the mountain. I felt like a badass warrior woman taking the lead. I didn’t look back to see what was happening to the others just kept running until I got to the next aid station. I was so happy (lol!).

WOODHEAD DAM (Aid Station 2 – 22km)

I felt so sorry for the volunteers standing on top of Table Mountain in the miserable weather while I was having the time of my life. I was frozen but on a high! My first thought after leaving the aid station was to get off the mountain as fast as possible. Easier said than done as a lot of technical sections await so needless to say… it was slow going. I recall one section where I literally had to sit down, grabbed onto a piece of chain that was edged into one side of a rock and prayed that I was strong enough to pull myself over to the other side. I have no idea how I did it but I did it! I passed 3 more runners on the down. One was sitting down saying he is giving his knee a bit of a rest. Yes, Platteklip gorge got me but I was back on a roll.

The view from the top descending Constantia Nek was spectacular. I’ve never been so excited to see vineyards. I knew I was close to the next aid station so gave it my best run. I did some downhill training and had the confidence to go a little faster (lol!).  Right at the bottom of Constantia Nek was the aid station. From there on it was straight into the vineyards. As I entered the vineyards the marshal told me to take it easy as there was a steep downhill and it was very slippery (thanks for that tip!). It was a slip and slide muddy affair through the vineyards (not a lot of running) but I loved it! We exited the vineyards and ran through Constantia until we got to Groot Constantia where the next aid station was. I was quietly getting excited again.

GROOT CONSTANTIA (Aid Station 3 -31km)

This was halfway mark. It was still pouring. I was so hungry and cold. Noel was at the aid station as promised. He welcome me with a huge hug! I was so happy to see him (felt like I’ve known him for years…lol!). The spectators and volunteers were fantastic! I grabbed a peanut butter sandwhich and someone asked me coffee or soup. I’m thinking…what? Who has time for coffee or soup? I took the soup. Never had soup and peanut butter sandwhich before. It was yum!

Pushed to my limits…by BABOONS! 

I left the aid station in the pouring rain feeling really strong and psyched! There were three guys running in front of me. I thought about joining them but they were a little too fast so I settled into my own little vineyard trot. It was still raining and the paths were muddy. I imagined I was doing a UK fell running event. I was really impress with how my Brook Cascadia’s was handling all of this; thought to myself this is why you wear trail running shoes… so that you can walk through the muddy mess and not care! I made sure the three guys in front of me stayed within eyesight. They joined up with another group of 4-5 and I was suddenly excited again….would be nice if I could pass them. They were all doing the run/walk shuffling thing at that stage and I was getting into a nice running rhythm; it was only going to be a matter of time before I would catch up with them (they were still I about 500m ahead of me). We left the vineyard onto a gravel road and this group suddenly stopped in their tracks and I thought great, they taking a break but then I saw some of them walking back. I thought that they might have missed the marker and is turning back…but then they re-grouped and all continue to move forward together…and that’s when I saw…THE OTHERS!

A pack of BABOONS!!!!! Sitting…Standing…Waiting…Blocking The Road!

OMG!!! MY WORST NIGHTMARE COMING TRUE! I seriously suffer from ZOOPHOBIA (irrational fear of animals). I can face torrential rainstorms climbing up a mountain all by myself. I can slide on my butt down a muddy snowy slippery gully. I can go up two sets of chain ladders cramping like hell (thinking I was going to die) but there’s no way in hell I am walking pass a pack of baboons all by myself! I looked around to see if there were other runners behind me but couldn’t see ANYONE! Where are the marshals when you need them. I went into a full blown panic attack!

How de hell was I going to get pass THE PACK! Think…think..think!

Then, like an AHA moment. The only way to make it through “alive” is if I join the group in front of me. I could see they were also very cautious. I cannot let them pass and leave me behind. I shouted for them to wait. They ignored me. I shouted louder. They ignored me. I started to run…very fast. I shouted, they IGNORED ME!! Then I threw a terrible two tantrum and went into full blown shouting crying running mode. PLEEEEAAAASSSEEEE…WAIT FOR ME!! Then I heard someone say…No, No, No…Let’s Wait For Her!

OMG… my tears were rolling, partly from being shit scared and partly from pure relief and being grateful to these guys for waiting. Phew! The worse wasn’t over…we still had to pass the PACK. The scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I felt like Jane from the Tarzan movie, surrounded by baboons! Lots of them, big ones…babies, families! NOT.MY.THING! I will forever be grateful to a lady called Sam who literally took me under her wing, calmed me down and walked with me; obviously to the entertainment of everyone else. I even got a Go Pro stuck into my face; I guess they thought this would make a UTCT funniest moments clip (lol!).

So embarrassing…but I will reserve a space on this post for this clip when it becomes available. I am sure it will!

We made it. Everyone was scared. Then I heard someone said…they wouldn’t let us run through a section if it wasn’t safe. I was having my doubts!

I needed a few moments to catch my breath before I could get into “running” mode again. I expressed my sincere gratitude to the group and my new found friend Sam. We were back on tar roads so I up the pace and slowly broke away from the group. I really enjoyed this bit of easy running but it was still raining and I was starting to feel really cold. How I longed for that waterproof jacket…

ALPHEN TRAILS (Aid Station 4 – 43km)

8h30mins later and I ran into Alphen aid station full of energy and excited! The volunteers and spectators were fantastic cheering in all runners. I grabbed a peanut sandwich and jelly babies and head off without wasting too much time. The next section would see us running through Newlands Forest – 12km of a steep up and down to get to UCT. I had a look at the times predicted for the slow runners to complete this section and it was a good 3hrs. Worst case scenario, I figured!

The trails were slippery and with all the rain the rivers were flowing at full speed. All of a sudden this race became a real challenge! I even had to ask a runner to help me cross a river. It was tough going up all those stairs in the forest; literally one step at a time! Quite a few 100km runners passed me in the forest including SA Masters Champ Graeme McCullum. His comment when he passed me “Well done, keep going. I am so ready to get back to the road races!” If the SA Masters champ say that you you know it’s tough day out. LOL!

Cry me a river

I felt good physically so kept plodding on. Mentally I got a bit frustrated. UCT had disappeared from the face of the earth and somehow crossing the rivers became a real challenge. I got to one of the crossings where I literally tried about 5 different options to get across. Close to tears from frustration I decided to wait for help. Who arrived? My new found friends…Sam and her friend to the rescue! We held hands as we went ROCK HOPPIN…a new skill I will have to learn and master! It was so hilarious but I knew there was no way I could’ve crossed that river without their help. Forever grateful Sam!

UCT (Aid Station 5 – 55km)

FINALLY! U.C.T. The cheering and support from volunteers and spectators were amazing. I thought it was the end of the race. My energy levels were high. I mean, serious…only 10km to go! Only a steep section up Devils Peak. That shouldn’t be too hard. I was on a high. The whole race I was telling myself to just get my butt to UCT because from there on it’s only 10km. The organisers estimated 3hrs for the back of the pack runners to finish this section. I mean 10km, 3hrs? Just didn’t make sense. Until I started…

The devil is in the peak

Holy Moly! WHY…didn’t anyone said ANYTHING about DEVILS PEAK! The BIG WALK through Newlands Forest got to me mentally. It was slow going but Devils Peak had me at a complete stand still trying to balance myself to stay upright and grabbing onto grass and plants to pull myself up. The word mountain climbers suddenly had meaning! Quite a few runners passed me here.

No doubt physically the toughest section of the day…billed in my books as the “Polly Shortts x 20” of UTCT. LOL!

Trail runners are the best!

I finally made it to the infamous BLOCKHOUSE! I could see all the others that have just passed me. Everyone was running again (lol!). A few of the 100km guys also passed me on this section. They all looked buggered yet determined to keep moving forward! You can’t help but admire the effort.

My Japanese friend with the poles that I passed right in the beginning of the race also caught up with me. I moved as fast I could. Can’t let him pass me now! It was starting to get dark (again) and I needed to get my headlamp from my bag so stopped and the guy passed me but then he also stopped for his headlamp; told me it’s better to be safe. I switched on my headlamp and…Oops! No, light…batteries died! I tried to move a little faster to take advantage of whatever natural light was still left. We were still descending the mountain and I had no choice but to tuck in behind my Japanese friend. I told him my batteries died and just like that he stopped and took out a hand torch. I guess one can never be over-prepared (lol!) and offered to run with me. I was in complete awe…trail runners are the best! We ran together for a while but I felt so guilty keeping him back I told him to go. I will just walk the last section which was about 3km of jeep track. I am forever grateful to him; wouldn’t have survived the last section of this race without his help!

Tafelberg Road 62km

Lesson learnt (always use new headlamp batteries!) – Tafelberg Road 62km


Trying to run in the dark on jeep track with lots of loose rocks was very frustrating; ankle breaking stuff if you ask me but I was so close to the finish I could smell it (more like hear it!).

I have no idea where the energy was coming from but all I wanted to do was run. As I turned into Tech Rugby Fields they rang a cow bell to announce my arrival. I was beyond myself with excitement!


Crazy stupid girl…finished!

I just ran the longest race of my life (14:47) and it felt amazing finally setting foot on that blue carpet again!


Bloody hell…YES!

The crowd support at the finish was amazing. Everyone was shouting and cheering me! Cameras were flashing. I felt like an elite runner that has just finished a UTMB race!


UTMB here I come! (DREAM BIG)

I ran a 65km of mountain ultra trail in the most adverse weather…and I loved every minute of it!


Did I do that?

Thought of the day:

chase your dream