Flat Point. A beautiful part of New Zealand completely off the beaten track. No phone reception. Hardly any people. Remote. The crashing of waves. Magnificent sunrises and sunsets. The perfect place for a long run without distraction.
Last time I ran at Flat Point, two years ago, I ran on the soft sand and came home with a niggle that turned out to be a Morton’s Neuroma. Fortunately for me, with the excellent care of the podiatrist, the problem healed in no time – looking back it was no time, at the time it felt like forever!
I was not running on the beach again this time. Instead I ran up the gravel road, back around a meandering section down to sea level again, then along back to the sweet little bach (bach is NZ for holiday house, or shack as we would call it in Australia).
What I loved about this run is that it taught me yet again that I can do so much more than I think I can. I handled that wonderful run up that hill way better than I ever thought possible.
Flat Point is a sheep station. It has a small subdivision with some holiday homes (baches) and a few farms including a vineyard. It’s vastly underpopulated which is part of its appeal The waves crash loudly all day and night. I could hear them clearly as I wound my way up that big hill. The views were jaw dropping. I felt like I was in another world at another time and nothing mattered more than simply putting one foot in front of the other. Pure stress relief.
I plodded along, making stops to take in the views.
All up 25kms and feeling pretty A OK!
Not long until the Great Ocean Road Marathon.
Happy running 🙂