Inspired by the performances in the mountains (and not knowing any other routes to follow), I ran the Great Ocean Walk from Apollo Bay. I had 2:10 on the schedule and thought I'd squeeze in 30km in that time. I didn't realise how nuts the Great Ocean Walk is. Rock hopping, sand running and running up massive hills on trail over headland is not my forte (and did my achilles no good) but it was very beautiful surrounds.
I turned after 13km (70mins) dreading the hills on the way back. Took a wrong turn at 19km and found myself in a car park. My brain started working telling me that where there were cars, there must be nice hard bitumen. So I followed that and eventually got back with 26km done. Not far but I was buggered so it must be the equivalent of a 30+km run.
Checked out my Strava splits and saw that I got a record up the final fire trail hill between 12 and 13km in ahead of some notable trail runners - perhaps Six Foot next year could be on the cards!
Stopped for lunch near Lorne and Kirst and I sampled another craft beer shown here:
It too was shite.
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