The Search For A Lost StriderStrangely enough, the marshalls at the waterpoint were telling the truth, most of the second half tended to be downhill except for a series of hills known as The Mother, The Mothers other, and some Mini Mums.
It was whilst shinning down the backside of one of these Mini Mums that Steve flew past a turn off, and didn't notice an arrow on the road followed by some white ribbons further down the turn-off. Steve and another runner headed off into the distance, and started what was to be a 35minute climb.
By this stage the rest of the field was making its way down the steep descent [ears popping] until a final sting in the tail: The March. A nasty twisting uphill climb just when you thought the pain was all over.
The finish line was a welcome sight, as was the bbq and drinks set up on the back of a ute.
After a while we began to get worried about Steve and the other missing runner and help was sent by way of a 4x4. The two lost runner's were eventually found and asked to be returned to the spot where they missed the turn off, and ran the rest of the way home, to a rousing welcome.
All credit to Steve for having a crack with his first run since stacking on his bike during a race 2 months ago and getting busted up bad. On top of his lack of fitness he did far more than the rest of the Striders crew.
My camera's batteries gave up the ghost so we can't bring you any pictures of the exhausted finishers.
$700 was raised for charity, and a good few stories were taken home too. Next year, same time, this time anti-clockwise, with all the vicious bits at the end!