It occurred to me sometime over the week that I was in Margaret River, Western Australia that despite the fact that I have now completed over 30 ultra events all over the World including 5 World Championships running one is something my immediate family my sisters, and Mum and Dad and co had never experienced first hand with me. They have always followed me and I have felt their support whenever I have competed in the big events overseas but this time they were right there and as a team got to run with me along the way.
When I made the decision to run the inaugural Margaret River Ultra Marathon they very quickly agreed to form a team just because I was doing it too. So my Mum, Josie Kidman an Aunt, Alison Kidman who both ran their first marathon at the age of 59 and my little sisters Georgia Kidman and Marcia Norrish who’s longest events have been a half marathon formed the team ‘Just Kidding’. No one had any idea how hard it would be. We did over the weekend between us run 101 miles. I’m not kidding.
There was quite a bit of discussion on who would do which leg. Georgia took the first forest section, Josie took over from her, Marcia took on the rock hopping role, Alison took over for a long stretch of sandy beach running and Josie ran 2 legs covering a total of 36km on the day and had to run for a while in the dark to finish.
Lots of great memories were made and as hard as it was , slogging into a headwind in soft sand for what feels like ages, sand and more sand, rocky cliffs to climb a scary chasm of water to leap across I am sure no one regrets it. We are not a family who shies away from a challenge and I think we all have Grandpa Andrew to thank for numerous rambles through some of the most amazing terrain on offer in Western Australia. My dad also used to take us on adventures driving a 2 wheel car on tracks better suited to a 4WD in search of disused mine shafts or just to see what was there. I’ve spent many a day exploring granite outcrops and scaling random peaks and picnics of polony sandwiches. Ugh. I didn’t even mind when my Dad attempted to ease the cramp when I sat down at Checkpoint 4 to empty out my shoes and he vigorously rubbed my calf instead of my thigh.
I have a new appreciation that these adventures which I thought was something everyone did and perhaps something I took for granted, I have great respect as a consequence for the natural world and a sense of adventure. To never hesitate to take every opportunity to travel and explore.
It wasn’t just my immediate family that were there in force. My running sisterhood from Brisbane were there too. There was a large contingent of the Brisbane Trail Running community and I was excited they were going to experience all that the South West has to offer I’m not sure they feel the same about the soft sand running, very different to what we have in South East Queensland. The following ladies who I’ve spent a lot of time drinking coffee and running with certainly did Queensland proud Mallani Maloney, Jaimi Greenslade, Raquel Warren, Cheryl Court and Deb Zigenbine.