After breakfast we meet in the lobby at 8:15am for a
shuttle bus ride to the airport. We’re leaving New South Wales and heading
north, towards the equator, to Queensland. We land in the city of
Coolangatta and from there drive 30 miles further north to the ‘Surfers
Paradise Hilton Hotel’ which is situated along the Gold Coast, 100 meters from
the Pacific Ocean.

View from Surfers Paradise Hotel Room
After a light lunch Robert, my roomie, and I begin a
search for a grocery store, a gift shop, and a liquor store (?). He and I are
both dragging so we decide to rest our legs a bit, catch up on some reading,
writing et al. After some early evening sight seeing and a late dinner, we shut
it down for the night.
Day 7: (29/06/2007)
This is another easy day on our schedule so after
breakfast we avail ourselves of the public transportation system and find our
way to the race expo. Well that was quick, as the expo had very little to
offer.
I just finished a comfortable 3-miler along a pathway
that parallels the Pacific. What a glorious way to spend a half hour. On that
note, it’s winter here and windy as one might expect. The entire marathon is
routed up and down the coastline (Gold Coast Marathon) and I harbor growing
concerns about how cold (wind chill factor) it’s going to be on race morning.
As per my habit, I’ve only brought along ‘short sleeve this’ and ‘coolmax
that’; the usual stuff, but I sure wish I would have crammed a pair of
throwaway gloves into my backpack. There were none available at the expo. Oh
well, que sera, sera.
Hey, while we’re on the subject of the race, this might
be a good time to introduce a few members of the troupe.
*Paul and Mary Beth are here
on their honeymoon. They met at the Great Wall Marathon on another of Kathy
Lopers trips. This will be Pauls’ 100th marathon and his 6th
continent.
*Dorothy, a 77-year old spinning
instructor, has her sights on the 10K age group course record. These days Dorothy is carrying a little extra weight,
what with all the metal parts in her knees and pins in her arthritic fingers.
*Most noteworthy are
the 4 mother/daughter pairs running in the race.
(Laura/Allison, Mary Jo/Stacey, Tina/Jamie and
Nancy/Jennifer)
*Laura (mom) is running her
99th marathon. I met Laura in Antarctica in 2005. She was on the
icebreaker Ioffe while I was on board the Vavilov.
*Tina (mom) is also here. I
met her this March on the Kilimanjaro trip. Yeah, she summitted!
*Max and Judith are here. I
met them on the Paris/St. Petersburg/ Moscow trip in 2006. Judith is working on
her 5th continent and Max is a biker and a recently certified scuba
diver.
*Robert, my roomie, has only
run 15 marathons, 5 of which were in Boston. Running is not his primary
focus. He’s a mountaineer and a trekker. Later this year he is off to England
where he will hike coast-to-coast, solo and unsupported.
*Oh yeah, 4 of us are going
for our 7th continent. Beside
myself, they are Laura Garreth, Mary Jo Johnson, and Fritz Pieper. Fritz is
going for his 7th continents in just 7 months. And, he’ll be running
a 42K (marathon) on or about his 42nd birthday.
Day 8: (30/06/2007)
We’ve really backed off today in preparation for the
Big Race: our primary focus being the carbo-loading lunch. Things are
somewhat different when the carbo-loading meal is held in an upscale hotel (our
hotel is serving as the host hotel for the race) as opposed to the types of
places to which I’ve grown accustomed. I’ll take it! But, the true highlight of
the dinning experience was the guest speakers. Now they were all very charming,
affable, and informative, and then there was Rob de Castell. If you’re from my generation and you’ve
followed marathoning on the world scene, then you know all about ‘Deek’. After some friendly give and take with the
moderator Deek offered up some valuable counsel and then he took questions from
the audience; and in a very brief period of time I felt I had acquired a new
friend.
As nightfall closes in, I take time to attend to some
shopping, some more eating, and my ever-present journal. Lights out.
Oh, did I mention that I got to walk in the ocean for a short time today?
Day 9: (01/07/2007) (The Gold Coast Marathon)
They opened the restaurant early this morning due to
the early start of the race. I guess it pays to stay at the ‘host hotel’. After
a cautious pre-race meal of coffee, fruit, coffee, a peanut/butter and
banana sandwich, and just a tad more coffee I hop onto the shuttle bus for an
uneventful ride to the race site.
For this one time only, I’m bringing with me to the race
an entirely different attitude than I normally would bring to a marathon. I’m
going to carry a camera throughout the day to record this historic event, (my 7th
continent) for prosperity.
START AREA: The ‘left luggage’ area (drop bags) was
handled efficiently, and there were sufficient toilets for the 2850 marathoners
along with the 5325 half marathoners. (Rather than porto-johns, these people
brought in huge trucks with numerous stalls in the trailer section.) There ‘s
an information center, music, fluids, and a huge TV screen trained on the start
line so no one need miss any of the action as they attend to their needs, etc,
etc.
Weather: Foremost in my mind is how co-operative the
weather is being on this beautiful day.
There easily could have been high winds (as I expected) due to our
proximity to the ocean. And, it very easily could have been much colder what
with it being winter and all.
Course:
Basically, we start at Southport and run south on the Gold Coast Highway for
6-1/2 miles (past our hotel) to Miami and do a u-turn and go back to the start
line. Then we go north (the ½ marathon course) for 6-1/2 miles to Brisbane and
do a u-turn, returning to the start/finish line.
There are 2,850 runners in the marathon (16,000 in all
the events) and so I position myself strategically in the pack to maximize my
chances for a fast race. As I take stock, I see there are only 2 runners
lined up behind me! Gee, do you think I’m too far up in the front????
Editors note: The Gold Coast Marathon lays claim to being the largest
42K in the country.
The race is underway and we saunter past a number of
harbours and bays filled with yachts and ships.

I’m trying to maintain my run/walk schedule
but it’s proving to be darn difficult because I’m continually blasting ahead
until I come to a complete stop, turn around, and take photos of other members
of Kathy Lopers’ group. Hey, here’s the 8K mark. I’m thinking of having my
likeness captured every 5 miles just to see for myself how well I hold up (or
not) throughout the day.
This ain't so tuff.
I’m still feeling well; of
course there’s always those ‘nagging this’ and ‘aching that’ for us marathoners
to contend with; especially we veteran (older) runners, but one just deals with
it. As one might expect from an
experienced runner, I’m looking for an edge.
What do you mean it's cheating?
You know, I think I have
marathons all figured out. When one goes for an all-day run, he needs to
take in calories.
What's for lunch?
“Your too late mate”, is
not what drop-in company wants to hear at mealtime. Anyways, things are
progressing nicely as I close in on the 16K (10 mile) mark.
I'm still doing okay.
I’ve been having a lot of fun today what with
taking photos of the scenery, other runners and workers who are dressed in
costumes, musicians playing out on the course: and in particular Robert, Paul,
Rudy and Laura: all members of our group I’ve been encountering any number of
times due to the layout of the course.
Marathons aren't so difficult.
Would you believe that at one of the many
sidewalk cafes scattered up and down the coast, one group of Aussies’ offered
me a flute of champagne! Dang, I missed going over the mat (chip timing) so I
retrace my steps in order to stay official: never a good race strategy.
One can’t help but notice
all the support being offered up by the passers-by, the local gendarmes, the
bands positioned at strategic locations (playing New Orleans type jazz and
Sergio Mendes) and all the folks at the aid stations (every kilometer) with
many of them clad in costumes.
Maybe taking all these photos is taking a toll on me.
Hip-Hip. I just went through the ½ in 2:26:XX.
I guess that’s not tooooo bad. I think I need to come up with a new strategy
for running these things.

Waiting for the bus.
Did any of you notice that between 24K (15miles) and 32K
(20 miles) I seem to be taking considerably less photos? I just need to get to
32K (20 miles) because I am confident that I can always ‘hunker-down’ from
there to the finish. (At least that’s the propaganda I force feed myself.)

This wasn't the plan.
If you ask me, it’s getting warmer, and
sunnier as the day drags on. (Is this still July 1?) My legs are killing me and
my ‘dogs’ are aching but so far I’m able to maintain my walk/run scheme and
that’s the web-thin thread I’m hanging on to. (I really ought to train for
these darn things.)

What wall?
In spite of how poorly I feel, I continue
reeling in other runners as they wear down. Being as slow as I’ve been all my
life, I don’t think I’ll ever get accustomed to passing other runners in a
race.
I thought this was the finish.
Just hanging on!
Finally, at long last, would you believe, I’ve arrived at
the finish line (4:52:XX); but before cart-wheeling (ha, ha) onto the mat, I
hand off my camera to a spectator so as to capture this moment in infamy.
Was there ever any doubt?
We’re given a beautiful medal, a finishers dri-lite
t-shirt and a free massage as a reward for our fin