WCA NZ Adventure Race Challenge

Course Map

Personal Challenges – Honours Board

Liv – T42 Central Plateau (Walk) 11 km (1 Day)

Jack – Craters Trail (Run) 7 km (1 Day)

Becs – Heaphy Track (Walk) 78.4 km (5 Days)

Jack – Craters Trail Run 12 km (3 Days)

Simon – Coast to Coast Run (36 km) and Cycle (140 km) (7 Days)

Simon – Te Ara Ahi Trail (Cycle) 47 km (2 Days)

Becs – Abel Tasman Track (Walk) 60 km (5 Days)

Barry – Alps to the Ocean 306 km Cycle (7 Days)

Mel – Crater Trail Run 7 km (1 Day)

Simon – Mt Isobel Challenge 8 km Run & 22 km Cycle (1 Day)

Shona – Abel Tasman Coastal Classic Run 33 km

Mel – Otago Rail Trail 150 km 

Barry – Round the Lake – 160 km

Becs – Paparoa Trail (Walk) 55 km

Rob – Otago Rail Trail Cycle 150 km

Marg – Otago Rail Trail Cycle 150 km

Simon – Old Ghost Road (Cycle) 85 km

Becs – Milford Track (Walk) 53.5 km

Liv – Heaphy Track (Walk) 78.4 km

Mel – Old Ghost Road (Cycle) 85 km

Jack – Abel Tasman Coastal Classic Run 33 km

Jack – Hooker Valley Walk 10 km

Simon – Kaiteriteri Half Marathon (Running) 21.1 km

Mel – Crater Trail Run 12 km

Barry – Otago Rail Trail Cycle – 150 km

Barry – Cook Strait  (Rowing) – 44 km

Becs – Routeburn Track (Walk) 32 km

Becs – Lake Rotoiti Circuit (Walk) 31 km

Mel – 10,000 movements

Simon – West Coast Wilderness Trail (Cycle) 133 km



Progress Map

Million Movement Club

Video below as an intro into Barry’s Million Movement Club for those that want to convert (Hallelujah we have seen the light). 

Press-ups are the focus (do they look easy? Yes, when Barry does them, not mere mortals).

Personal Challenges – Current

Simon – Coppermine Trail (Cycle) 43 km

Mel – Clyde to Alexandra Run 10 km

Mel – Coppermine Trail (Cycle) 43 km

Becs – Charming Creek Walkway (Walk) 19 km

Liv – Abel Tasman Track (Walk) 60 km

Liv – Old Ghost Road (Cycle) 85 km

Jack – Kaiteriteri Half Marathon (Running) 21.1 km

Dayle – Coast to Coast



Day 25 (The End) – 197.2 km

When the lockdown was announced the thought process became, how do we get through this? Watching copious amounts of rubbish on TV? Stay in bed for four weeks (4 weeks? try 8)? Just treat life as normal, work 8 hours a day, zoom replacing face to face? Then some slightly insane person suggested maybe we could add a bit of a challenge to all of this (yep, we’ve all watched rubbish, tried to sleep longer, and attempted to work as normal). There was an uptake, people seemed keen, and the original “Wairarapa Cricket Team” became a wider group willing to take on a virtual circumnavigation of NZ. 28 days of heading around the coast was accomplished on Day 28. We had a day off (from entering into a spreadsheet, some continued to exercise…that insanity coming in to play) before we then commenced a 25 day “Adventure Challenge”, which finishes (sadly? gladly?) today. The team became wider again, travel happened faster, but somehow, we’re not going to end up back home.

Does it matter? No. Obviously there is always a want for things to finish “perfectly” but that wasn’t the design behind this – the design was to make Lockdown easier, to encourage exercise (for those of us that really needed it) and to add something of value to an amazingly difficult period. I am hoping, in some small way, that this has been achieved – removing some part of the insanity that could have prevailed. I’ve been lucky, I’ve been able to put crazy thoughts into 53 days worth of a “travelogue” (and there are so many crazy thoughts, lockdown or no). I still have no idea how many may have read the dribble I have put down on the page, but in the end, that doesn’t matter, I’ve enjoyed doing it (and to a certain extent, will miss it).

Today is the end of this challenge, it’s the culmination of two. I had thoughts of a third, even with a return to normality, but there seems to be less intent from others to do this. Maybe I’ll continue on my own, riding into the sunset, maybe not (a day or two off might help that decision). Regardless, this is day 53 of exercise, tomorrow is a Monday, with work and life continuing to flip back to normality. Exercise well today (for those that can). This travelogue will end up being a long one. All the Personal Challenges will need to be wrapped up, stats across the days put out and finally, maybe some last efforts at jokes (what? there’s been jokes?) put into words. Until later.

Partway through the day and it’s been a quiet (ish) one. Bugger State Highway 1, I’ve taken us on a detour and we’ve traveled exactly far enough to get to Hanmer Springs (amazing that). Even if we travel some more I’m not moving, I’d be content to stay right here (it must be picture time):


With a bottle of this:

Anyway, that’s me. What’s also me is a bit of a love of statistics (yes a nuffy) and I’ve spent a bit of time this afternoon adding numbers together (no jokes please about previous efforts with maths, or calculating how far it was home). In the interests of a physical literacy approach I’m not going to concentrate on individuals (although some outputs have been, boom, in the stratosphere). 53 days provides lots of numbers:

The total virtual kilometres we have traveled is 9,907.15 km (6,017.3 km in this one, 3,889.85 km in the circumnavigate challenge). I can see why I have been challenged (yes I’m challenged all the time, just by being who I am) trying to get us to slow down in the 2nd one (then having to get us to speed up again).

Virtual distance is one thing, actual distance is another. Yep, I’ve added the actual distances we’re traveled (excluding workouts, and I’m only doing that because even though you’ve monkey-walked, penguin-stepped, frog-jumped and walked on your hands – yes Baz you – I can’t put that into actual distance…I know I’ve made up movements there but that’s my prerogative as the writer of this).

Total actual distance traveled is 6,026.5 km (3,337.30 km in this one, 2,689.5 km in the first one). To put that into perspective, we have in actuality walked, run, cycled and rowed the distance of the Te Araroa Trail (almost 3,000 kms) which runs the length of NZ and is cycled as an annual challenge. We’ve done this down the country, then turned around at Bluff and made it back to Cape Reinga. I’m pretty impressed by that (am I pretty, unsure? impressed, yes!).

I’m not denigrating work-outs, as there have been plenty of them – 66 and 3/4 hours have been spent working out. That’s a shit load of double-unders, kettle-bell swings, push-ups and more (I do pay attention).

We’ve cycled the Lake Challenge, climbed Mts Taranaki, Tongariro, Ngauruhoe, Ruapheu and Aoraki, crossed Cook-Strait three times, completed the Rotorua Marathon and walked the Abel Tasman and Heaphy Tracks.

I wasn’t going to single out individuals but hey, I’ve typed so much I really can’t remember if I said that or not. Barry Hislop, in the eyes of the NZ Government, and Covid-19 (do viruses have eyes? a virus has one, maybe if we use the pural viri then yes it has eyes…sorry, attempted joke) is old. In the greater scheme of this (and many other things) he is not…2,229 kilometres cycled across 53 days would attest to that. Becs managed to walk the equivalent of every walking track I put up in the challenges (and more). Jack ran 20 km in one day but had to be picked up in the car (don’t blame him) which was the longest personal run. Mel got close to Baz with a 50.5 km cycle (but Baz effort on Day 1 of lockdown of 52 km still reigns supreme). 

I’ve put all these stats in and then will adjust when Barry remembers the spreadsheet for today (and I’ve now adjusted them after 6pm). Then it’ll be time for me to sign off – I think you’ve all had far too many insights into my mind…and really, it prefers to be cowering in the corner somewhere. 

And now it’s time, to say goodbye, to all our company, M.I.C (oops, that’s the original mickey mouse song, I’ll just do a MIC drop to get rid of it…anybody see what I did there). My friends, it’s the end. 53 days of physical activity, some of which may have been torture. 53 days of writing and reading a travelogue, some of which, again, may have been torture. 53 days of me trying to be funny…OMG, absolute torture. I hope it’s served a purpose, in some sense I hope it’s given people an aim and a break away from monotony (although can monotony be broken by reading something monotonous?). I’ve enjoyed it, if anybody has read any of this, it’s been my pleasure, enjoy your years in the insane asylum. We didn’t reach the Wairarapa again, but we did reach many places, maybe not the stars (some of us may have been there already). I don’t really want to stop typing, but I am.




Day 24 – 296.75 km

We have reached the penultimate day, both of the team adventure challenge as well as the increasingly long list of completed personal challenges. Life seems to be impacting on the amount of time and effort that can be put in and that’s understandable. We won’t get home in this one, maybe just north of Christchurch somewhere (yes! Waipara, all those lovely wines, even a nice golf course…Pegasus Bay). Could be worse.

We have started with a hiss and roar this morning, already covering close to 150 km which we means we’ve just left the McKenzie Country (seems like days ago we made it to it) and we’ll be shooting straight up State Highway 1 to Crusaders country. There was a point in time I was a crusaders supporter, playing shirt and all…not sure if I still am or not. It’s drizzly and meh today, which means that the approach to exercise might be a bit meh as well. No pressure, will update again later. 

Well, it’s another Saturday night (which is all right for fighting, if anybody feels angry like Elton John obviously did, or alternatively you ain’t got nobody, and are lonely just like Cat Stevens) and we’ve reached Christchurch. In fact, on google maps I’ve taken us to an old flat of mine, Avonhead Road. On the outskirts, where our neighbours ate our cat, we were accused of racism for leaving pegs on the driveway, our oven broke and I made scones we used as baseballs, and I had a number of evenings stumbling (ground was uneven) back from various pubs. Maybe we should stop at those (but they won’t be open).

We’ve covered more ground today, not enough after some average days to get us back to the North but 296.75 is a good tally for a day. If we do that tomorrow we will be in the sounds, but that might be asking too much. I’d be happy to stop in Hanmer Springs, in a hot pool, with a good bottle of wine, and some good company. That would be the way to finish the lockdown, even better if it was snowing. Bathing weary bodies after 53 solid days of exercise (for some, but plenty of effort all around), sharing stories and some jokes (better than mine)  before crawling into a warm bed and sleeping the sleep of 1,000 nights. Bliss. How much are flights to Christchurch?

Tomorrow is the finale, better come up with something special. Still can’t get Hanmer out of my head. A Thousand Times Good Night.

Day 23 – 110.7 km

Sometimes in cricket the hardest run to make is the one to get you to a milestone, or the one after a milestone. 50 days was a milestone, it was a big effort to get there, and we fell flat when we did. Today is 51, not a chance to work towards a hundred (although who knows, some of us might) so this is the proverbial one run after. Will this be easier? It surely won’t be any harder. Hundreds of kms to get home and only three days to do it in. We have started off with some activity and have actually made it through the Lindis Pass, so officially we are in the McKenzie Country, yellow grass and blue blue rivers and lakes abound. 

As I noted, we’re taking the shortest route home possible but it’s still going to be tough. We need to be somewhere near Christchurch by the end of today and that is a long way away, any contributions large or small will help. And once again, in my defense, this is how hard you’ve made it for me. The difference between our most active and least active days has been 243 km (363 being our best, 120 being our worst). Plotting a path to keep us going was the original thought, cutting off-road to shorten things now an inherent possibility. Somewhere near our best day will help, if anybody is listening or reading (with most having given up on the drivel long ago).

Can anybody remember the joke I made about the baby ghost and the tissue (the answers will be no…it wasn’t memorable). Well, just like the person who disposed of the tissue, we seem to have given up the ghost. Rather than output increasing, it is significantly decreasing. Obviously it has run its course (slight pun there) and in the greater scheme of things, if we end up finishing in Ashburton it’s not the end of the world (or maybe it is? Ashburton could be the end of the world), Two days to go, some will keep going, some will not, such is life.

Buona Notte.

Day 22 – 120.9 km

So, what do you do the day after you have a 21st? Lie in state all day, groan an awful lot, spew into a toilet / bucket / pot plant, eat the greasiest food you can find, or for the hardy ones, have some hair of the dog and start again. Guess what? We’re being hardy as we’re now having a 50th! That’s right, this is the 50th day of exercise since lock-down began. Way back then when I mooted doing an exercise challenge I expressed it would help us get through the 28 days to come. If I had said or thought 50 at that point in time there would have been far more depression (in my voice, on my face and in the faces of those I was talking to). However, we’ve done it, we’ve made it to 50 and to top it off, we’re celebrating it at Riversdale, although sadly not the beach, rather the one in the South in the middle of nowhere.

We’re about to make the turn north and head home and will be taking the shortest route I can find (including going through places we’re already been) to make sure we get as close as possible. This will mean heading up past Queenstown again, but no detours to have a FREE game of golf at Jack’s Point (yes, in the real world they are offering free games of golf). Let’s see how far we can get today.

Well, that’s not gonna get us home – 120 km and we haven’t even got back to Queenstown. Maybe we need to hop on a train as the government is investing heavily in the railways, in fact it seems like it’s investing heavily in most things. Maybe to instigate more tourism they should invest in some of us (I could be a tourism board by itself after these efforts, stories could abound, could even point people towards nefarious shops if they wanted to). Anyway, not much else to say, our 50th has been a damp squib, officially the worst effort ever. 

Spokoynoy Nochi.

Day 21

Happy 21st everybody. Is anyone going to do a Yard today? Maybe a Hard Yard. Really, we’ve been in the metric system for a long time so it should be a metre. Imagine the mess doing a metre…bubbles coming back up the nose, other stuff coming back out the nose and other orifices (orifices, or orifi?). Is it a chance to celebrate? Not really, we’ve been to Milford Sound, turned around and are heading back inland again. Hopefully we begin the Rail Trail today otherwise my calculations (please, no references to other occasions where maths hasn’t worked) will be out and we may not get home.

It’s colder, it’s getting grey, just like a cooked piece of fish that’s been left sitting for far too long (could have used a number of metaphors but went for that one), this will hamper how far we’re traveling even further. Just a like a pregnant mother, one last big push (or a series of smaller ones with an awful lot of moaning). I’m so sorry, some images I come up with should not be put into words.

End of the 21st Party and we’re just outside of Lumsden. I’ve been doing some mental arithmetic (involving a calculator, high spec computer, pen and paper…so not very mental) to work out how far home with 4 days left – and it’s a wee way! Around 1,000 km. In my defence, some days we’ve been plowing (not on a tractor) through 300 km plus with ease (like a pig through the proverbial) and recently it’s fallen off (not the pig, not the plow and certainly nothing anatomically). It’s been a balance (and balance is better) so now we have to move as if there’s some weirdo chasing us home (not referring to Palmy as that’s scary, and not that strange woman in the budget service. who’s probably even scarier). The time has come to pick up the pace team, just in time for a Southerly. I guess there’s worse places to get stuck than the Marlborough Sounds.

Gute Nacht.


Day 20 – 190.45 km

Hi All, many apologies, this is the latest I have ever gotten around to writing up the travelogue – 48 days in that’s not a bad effort. It may be nobody reads it anyway and therefore an apology is unwarranted. However, I do know that more than one person pays attention and I have at certain points in time been critiqued around bad jokes, poor English, not mentioning people enough, mentioning people too often, making elementary mistakes, choosing poor themes…the list could go on.

Anyway I’m here and here we go. There’s a lot of confusion at the moment around Level 2 and what it means. In video game parlance it means you’ve made it through Level 1 (which for some of us could take forever) but are still useless. In virtual reality (ooh, that was a gaming segue) does it mean that we can’t have 10 people on our virtual bicycle? Do we have to disinfect them every day (even though they are virtual) and where do we buy said disinfectant from (as it’s virtual) –  am I referring to the bicycles or the people. With those involved in this probably both. If we buy a virtual coffee in level two do we sit virtually two metres apart (or exactly two metres apart). Do we expand our bubble until it bursts and we get covered in washing detergent, how do you cycle in a bubble anyway, how did we get them inside without bursting it? Does the bubble roll when the tyres do?

So many questions, so few answers but god I’ve had a bit of fun just typing that. We’re somewhere in the South Island, but really. who cares? I’ll work it out later and fill you all in, virtually, really and probably unnecessarily.

It’s later, I’ve worked it out, I have no answers apart from where we are (not in terms of the universe and life, just in terms of google maps). We are 30 odd km away from Milford Sound, we’re being tourists so it’s a whistle stop (only if you can), then turn around and back towards the rail trail. Things are slowing down, life is catching us up. Five days  to go, about 250 km to travel and complete the trail then around 3 days to get home, that was plenty of time last time, should be plenty again. Life is changing , I’m now being philosophical, do we change with it or stay as we are (wow). Parting is such sweet sorrow, until the morrow.


Day 19 – 162 km

Right, we’ve made a right turn at Cromwell, which is hopefully the right move. A bit of activity today, some probably delayed by work getting in the way, which has seen us head off through the Kawarau gorge (not smelly Kawerau again thank goodness) and we’re just outside of Arrowtown. Arrowtown must be the most colourful, picturesque town in NZ at this time of year (probably at most times of the year, but particularly now) so it’s photo time:









From here we shoot into Queenstown (like a clown out of a canon) and then follow Lake Wakatipu for a bit before we veer off towards Te Anau. Once I’ve had a proper look at the google map I’ll work out where to from there…to help us last another 7 days maybe we’re going paddle boarding into the Tasman sea (no thanks). Short on humour today (some would say like everyday), must be the lock-down impact of almost 7 weeks. Any other heads ready to explode?

Day 19 has finished, Level 3 is about to finish. Can everybody remember the feeling when we were told we were to be locked up (or just about?). 47 days of exercise ago. By the time Level 2 comes in it’ll be seven weeks and I’m hoping the challenges have served a purpose for those involved, and maybe the travelogue may have provided something different to pay attention to (please note, I said different, not good, not bad, not boring, not deluded). Anyway, the big thing is we’ve got 6 more days after this to finish off the personal and team challenges, and I know you won’t be at the pub instead of exercising as they don’t open till next week. For today, we’ve looped Arrowtown and Queenstown, did a Bungee (no thank you) and a midwinter dip in the lake (running and hiding) and are off down the Devil’s Staircase (who is that named after? rhetorical question I have no answer to). I am fully expecting output to get less (me, typing words, not you exercising) as some normality returns (nothing normal in here though). Good evening ladies and gentlemen, well, better than yesterday.

Day 18

Happy Mothers Day (to those that are mothers), Happy Day of doing all those things mothers do, to everybody else. What that should mean in actuality (and we know this isn’t case) is that not only should all the meals be cooked & prepared, but the exercise done on their behalf. And that  exercise involves reaching the summit of the tallest mountain in New Zealand and getting back down again. We’ve achieved the first part on this beautiful day and are about a third of the way through the second part. After that we hit the road again (not literally, that would involve broken knuckles, injured knees…sorry PTSD for some…and fractured egos).

Let’s see where we end up.

This is not usual, but an early evening up date before others come in with copious amounts of exercise. We’ve finished off the mountain and have started back on our way past Lake Punakaiki. A day of travel awaits us tomorrow – with seven days to go it’s a tight call where to next and I’ll make that call when we get to Cromwell (likely to be tomorrow). It’ll either be left or right (or maybe straight ahead, or slightly leftish, or something similar) very much like when I try to work out which hand is which. For some, it doesn’t matter which hand they use, they’re equally as adept. 

And the final update for the day. Thanks to long-legged Jack running 20 km (what the hell?) we are now only 50 km from Cromwell. Thanks Jack, now I have an early decision to make. (I say thanks Jack, I should feel sorry for him, apparently he is in an ice bath). Traveling 278.65 km today means if we do the cycle trail only, then head north, we’ll be home within three days, therefore we are turning askew (not a screw, I’m not a handyman, can’t do that) and heading south of Queenstown towards Te Anau. Depending how long that takes we may just turn around and head back towards the start of the Rail Trail or maybe add a walking track into things. Have to think on my feet, which is hard when I want to sit down. Sun looks like it is shining for a few days yet, lockdown level 3 may only last for a few more days as well (here’s hoping). Until tomorrow, bonne nuit.

Day 17 – 245.5 km

Morning all. After contemplation I have decided I am going to embrace the fact that most of my “jokes” (yes, a very broad description) are dad jokes. The saddest thing is I’ve been telling those all my life, does that mean wisdom above my age or just a sad case (don’t answer). Olivia, you have to put up with me being a dick.

We have left Mt John observatory (no point star-gazing when there are no stars, barring the sun, and staring at that would blind us…much like insights into my brilliance…ahem) and Lake Tekapo behind. 90km or so traveled today (although Baz, i do think I’ve typed over one of your bike rides…that’s only the third time I’ve done that). We have partially circumnavigated Lake Punakaiki, which the blue colour of, upon reflection (and no I haven’t been staring at my hair in the water) matches the blue found on the google map. We’re at the Mt Cook village, can’t stop at the Hermitage as that’s now closed permanently (thanks Covid) so we’ll continue our trek to the base of Mt Aoraki. Another 32.7 km and we begin our ascent of the tallest mountain in the country. That will take us a good day or so (hopefully good, not a bad day or so). Until later today (it takes time to think up jokes of the quality I come up with).

Ok, so we’ve reached night-time again and we’re on a pretty exposed (no, not as in a good looking naked person) part of Mt Aoraki, 3,015 metres up and 700 odd  from the summit. We’ll be there in the morning before heading down again. The descent is the most important thing (as is being decent, ie fully clothed, not exposed) and if we have another day like today we’ll be off again on our way towards Cromwell. I’ll then have a decision to make where we head next, either towards Te Anau (highly likely) for a detour or onto the Otago Cycle Rail Trail. 7 days to go from tomorrow so from Monday we’ll be into the last week. Our 2nd trip including all personal challenges coming to a close. Night night.

Day 16 – 211.55 km

The Sun has returned from the fridge after setting and is now rising like a souffle in the east. I’m getting on to trying to write something early lest I forget again and you’re left with the readers version of white noise, ie a blank page. When I say you, I have no idea how many may even read this, so a blank page may be more appreciated. Anyway, we’re up (are we? I’m not, I’m still in bed) and about on the Canterbury Plains, temperature of 4 degrees. We’re on our way towards Mt Aoraki, which is still considerably more than 300 km away. My concerns about an early finish to this adventure are evaporating, just like the mists over the river Avon, the steam off the sun which is now a souffle or any semblance of sanity around this travelogue.

This is Day 44 of exercising during lock-down, which in itself is a mighty effort – however the jokes are running thin and the desire to exercise might be the same. Enjoy the day, I’ll see what else I can come up with as we progress. Yours sincerely etc etc.

It’s dusk, well, probably past dusk, not sure what to call this time of night. Twilight? Past that too. Thinking on these things leads to contemplation of ones own mortality and the entering of the twilight (or dusk) years. This is particularly relevant in terms of classifications of humour and certain authors approach to travelogues. I have been reminded a couple of times now (in the past couple of days) about where my attempts at jokes sit within the great pantheon of comedy (ie on the shelf below funny, filed under D for Dad, or something worse, who knows). Which then begs some great philosophical questions: if a dad sits alone in a room, types a joke, and laughs, did the laugh exist? did the joke exist? should he bother? These will be contemplated at great length this evening as we bask under one of the most impressive night skies in New Zealand. We’re right next to Lake Tekapo, which means we could spend the night at Mt John Observatory, constellations abound, contemplation abounds.

Day 15 – 249 km

Sorry, this has taken a while to even get started. Some would say a search for inspiration, some would say genius takes time. Some don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, and some certainly aren’t talking about me. To be honest, I’d forgotten to get started. Maybe blood wasn’t getting to where it needed to be…I’m referring to the fact that my legs seem to take it all when I go for a run.

Anyway, we’ve conquered the Waimakariri (conquered = I’ve managed to draw a line on google maps that generally resembles the shape of the river) and are on the outskirts of Christchurch about to complete the Coast to Coast. A meritorious achievement (if we’d actually done it), and an ok achievement seeing as it’s on a computer but involved various level of activity.

We’ll be turning south this evening, sun looks like its shining for quite a few days yet, although the winter woollies may be required to keep certain body parts warm and certain hairstyles hidden from view. Mt Aoraki is waiting, as is, in real life, Level 2.

The sun has set (is it made of jelly?) and the stars are out (really Mel, are you?). We’ve progressed through Christchurch, a pit stop (I think there’s a tyre outlet there) at Sumner Beach, not really a chance for an ice cream. We’ve looped back through and are heading south, but with a slight detour off through the Canterbury plains (which came first, the land plain, the looking plain or the flour plain? More questions to contemplate – not as bad as chickens and eggs, however, maybe I should do what the guy in the states did and order a chicken and an egg through Amazon and let you know which comes first). 

I really am outdoing myself tonight, trying for a joke every twelve words (that was 13, damn). We’re heading towards Darfield, a very non-descript little settlement. Non-descript literally means hard to describe, so now I’ll attempt to. It has a pub (stopped there once) and a church (didn’t stop there, Amen). I think there were some trees and some sheep nearby. The art of a true story-teller is to paint an image in your mind. That ones really a bunch of blobs, sorry. Tomorrow, more southerly movement, across the Rakaia Gorge (no salmon statues, but a decent golf-course) and down to the McKenzie country. On the horizon – unsure, it’s dark.

Day 14 – 248.1 km

We’re on the run across Goat Pass, way up near Arthurs Pass. You’ll therefore be able to work out that we’ve started the Coast to Coast. There was more activity last night which took us up to over 150 km (and sadly, away from Barrytown for the evening). We made it to the mighty Kumara Beach for the start.

The first 3 km run and 55 km cycle came and went pretty quickly and now we are on a torturous 33 km run across the Alps. Following that we’ve hit the might Waimakariri River with a splash (but hopefully not a gurgle). This adventure is a bit more difficult to map with Google Maps so bear with me if I end up behind a bit. 

Evening has fallen (somebody pick it up) and it’s getting cold, particularly here in the middle of the Waimakariri Gorge. We’re about halfway through the 67 km Kayak after we’ve done the equivalent of 248.1 km virtually (no not virtually we have, but virtual ones). Then comes the bike sprint into Christchurch. 14 days in, things are stretching out (including my legs, oh my god including my legs) and we’re rolling, running, cycling, walking and paddling through some pretty awesome countryside. On one side of the Gorge is Purple Hill, which I’m presuming is blue because when I see purple, other people see blue. On the other side is Chest Peak. I don’t know what to make of that, does it look like a chest, and if so, what sort of chest (these are the questions that will plague me as I drift off to sleep tonight).

Tomorrow we will finish the Coast to Coast, a quick ice cream at Sumner before heading south to Mt Aoraki, which will take a while. Hope you’ve got your crampons (no, not cramp ons after too much exercise – they’re getting worse people, getting far worse…however, you try telling jokes for 42 days and see what you end up with) and pick axes…we’ll be heading up the mountain within a couple of days or so.

As always, it’s been a pleasure (ie I always enjoy laughing at my own jokes). Until tomorrow, sayonara, adieu, good night.

Day 13 – 92.2 km

Sorry all, its been a hectic morning work-wise so only just getting around to this now, and this is actually the second time I’ve typed it (the first logged me out when I went to save). I had typed out all these hilarious jokes, and, unfortunately, I can’t remember any of them. 

This weather is certainly going to slow things down (if it isn’t already). We’ve still got a wee way to even get down to the Coast to Coast start line with only 60 km traveled so far today. We have, however, passed some very interestingly named towns. We’re just south of Charleston (residents must be dancing), have moved through Gravity (which being a law of physics can be quite difficult depending how strong it is). We’ve also left Little Wanganui (who let Wanganui have children) and Cape Foulwind (the less said the better) behind.

Doubt if we’ll be seeing Sumner Beach anytime soon. In fact with this weather, we can’t see much at all.

A cold evening has turned into a cold night. The poorest effort of 41 days of exercise, not that I’m criticising as I’m as culpable as anybody. Shows what cold wet weather and the dark does to us all. It’s appropriate that Barry, who has the best indoor equipment, has once again carried us the furthest today. It is also highly appropriate, given that I’ve taking the piss out of the place names, that we have finished for the night in a little settlement called BARRYTOWN. Yes, that is right, the people of the West Coast have named a town specifically for Barry Hislop, and Barry worked out exactly how far we had to travel to end up there. 

We still need to get to Kumara (no, not get a Kumara, we’re not cooking a roast) and the start line. Definitely tomorrow, although how much will the cold and the rain impact on us again. 

Day 12 – 230.35 km

May the Fourth be with you. There you go, the geek in me coming out. I’ve been waiting for a few days for the opportunity to say that. It’s probably right that as I typed it the Thunder roared and the rain was thrumming down (great word thrumming). It is, of course, Monday, oops, I meant to say, it is of course, Star Wars day, so what better theme to bring into our travels. 

We’re not in a galaxy far far away but we certainly are in a part of NZ I’ve never been to, heading up some (presumably) gravel road towards the start of the Heaphy Track. We’re heading towards the Dark side today, by that I mean the West Coast, which is normally darker than the East because it’s normally pouring (ie thrumming) down with rain. If I can find a way to bring any further Star Wars puns into play I’ll do it with light-speed. For now, good luck trying to exercise in this weather. We might be slowed down for a few days, as long as we don’t become cryogenically frozen in carbonite.

And here we are in the evening, no stars to be seen, therefore no wars? 230.35 km  today, we’ve completed the Heaphy Track, the way I had to map it it was probably as difficult as the Kessel Run (star wars reference). Time for dinner, hopefully it’s not Chewie (sorry, Chewbacca). I saw three police officers today, did anybody else C3PO’s? (holy shit thats bad). Anyway, the force (and the fourth) were with us today. We’ve just headed south of Karamea, photo op:

and will continue South tomorrow. When we’re just outside of Greymouth we’ll hit the Kumara junction and beach and start on probably the most famous of all NZ adventure races, the Coast to Coast. 36km of running over Goat Pass, then a 67km kayak down the Waimakariri and 140km of cycling to Sumner Beach. This will involve virtual running, virtual rowing (for the kayak) and then back on the bike. Potentially we’ll be in Christchurch by tomorrow, ice cream and / or fish and chips at Sumner Beach, where myself and some flatmates built a sand sculpture of something indescribable, including requisite mayonnaise as an adornment.

Day 11 – 251.6 km

It is May 3, a Sunday, not as an auspicious day as yesterday, and the fourth isn’t with us yet. We ended up sleeping on the outskirts of Nelson last night, certainly worse places to be (Whanganui, I’m looking at you) after a bit of late evening activity. The goal is Marahau and the start of the Abel Tasman Track. So we have about 60 km to travel on bikes, then 60 km walking, before we head down to Takaka and travel across to the West Coast.

Do I need a theme for today? Probably, and especially as as I’m typing there has been NO activity. Hmm, imagine if we simply stayed on the same spot for the entire day. Maybe that could be my personal goal. Maybe I might update a bit more often today – if I don’t move I’ll have more potential (that’s physics).

Getting on in the afternoon, must be time for another update. It looks like the rain is coming and I ask where has the sun gone…maybe it’ll dawn on me tomorrow. We are in one of the most beautiful parts of NZ, and in fact are around two-thirds of the way around the track, at Awaroa Bay. Way better than being in an urban area sitting in traffic (if you do that you tend to get run over). I found my theme for today, and it appears to be Dad jokes, although those two (everybody will now be saying, there were two???) might be it. Quite how much further we’ll get, again, I have no idea, Barry is still to come in, hopefully before he gets wet.

Ok, it’s after 7.00pm so I’m presuming all the activity is in for the day (although I do keep getting caught out and have to update the next day). We have completed the Abel Tasman walk, not a bad effort over one day when the recommendation is 3-4 days in reality. We’ve cycled down through Takaka, but instead of taking us back into the middle of the island, I’ve introduced a detour – we’re going to do some more walking tomorrow – another Track, the Heaphy. This one is in the personal challenges as well and connects the Golden Bay area to Karamea, which (despite me never having been there) is apparently the most beautiful beach on the West Coast. So this becomes special challenge no.2, which will be followed soon afterwards by no.3, the Coast to Coast. To get to that start line we’ll leave Karamea and head further down the West Coast.

Whoah, that was a big paragraph with no jokes (dad or otherwise), so one more for today…On our walk today did anybody else see the baby ghost lying on the ground, although, come to think of it, it might have been a tissue.

Day 10 – 312.5 km

Day 10, an auspicious day. Why, do I hear you say? (well, actually I don’t, that’s probably just the voices inside my head, they’re always saying why? why? but it’s ok, I can control them…most of the time). Anyway, it is auspicious and there are a variety of reasons – 1/. we’re into double digits in this particular traverse around NZ, 2/. We’ve now left the North Island, and in fact are just about into the Sounds already (even though I made our virtual rowing harder than I did last time), 3/. it’s somebodies birthday. Yep, my mate Chris who lives in Wellington. It’s his birthday. Oh shit, that wasn’t the one I was meant to talk about…and this ones going to get somebody grumpy. Happy Birthday Mel! 

Where will we end up today? Once we hit the South Island we’re off to Golden Bay and the Abel Tasman which is the first of our team challenges – unsure if we’ll start today, but we’re certainly going to end up close to that neck of the woods. We are traveling pretty damn quick so I’m going to find some alternative routes and maybe the odd (very odd) additional team challenge. What will my google map drawing look like over the South Island…some planning to be done.

Well, I can now answer the question of where we’ll end up. Just short of Nelson, 297.5 km today clocking up the big miles, even across the Strait. The goal is the start of the Abel Tasman track tomorrow where we’ll abandon the bikes and set of on foot. Rain is forecast for a few days, will that impact progress ( I would say so). Short on jokes tonight, must have been a long day, or too much wine (which should make jokes come more readily). The end of an auspicious day. For those with Birthdays, hope it treated you well. For the rest, the same.

Day 9 – 252.5 km

Welcome to Friday, which is a happy day, not a black Friday by end stretch. Today is May Day (not calling out for help) as it is 1 May, a new month. If people in the UK were allowed to they’d be dancing around a Maypole, in other words, running round and round in circles holding on to ribbons, a bit like exercising around NZ (circles…look like Dragons). The Morris Dancers would also be out, with bells on their knees (why?) and throwing big sticks at each other. Very homo-erotic, elderly men, big sticks, bells on their knees (to tell each other they are coming…OMG), funny hats. That is one of the worst sentences I have ever written. 

Well, we’ve moved, getting closer the the City that shall not be named and the dirtiest river in the country (on a par with the sentence I have just typed). Enjoy the day, let’s see how far we can go.

And we’ve gone a long way, 252.5 km and we’re almost in Porirua. The towns are too numerous to name, and we went through them last time so I won’t bother. Was the river still blue, no idea, don’t care (yes Whanganui, that’s the last virtual time we’ll be coming through). It is still May Day for just under another 5 hours, so if you haven’t already danced around that pole or banged a big stick, all that very suspicious activity that only people dressed like elderly clowns can get away with. (I’m not going to return to what the bells are for – if I did I’d have to refer to that famous Eketahuna Shop again although it seems safe on that site to search for bells and poles, nowhere near safe to search for sticks!!!).

We’ll be in the Strait tomorrow, virtual rowing, must be time for Baz to get that 44 km challenge cranking. An auspicious day tomorrow, it is, after all, the day after May Day.

Day 8 – 173.1 km

Another freezing cold start, zero as I type this, but at least it looks like the sun will be shining. We are on our way South but will be taking quite a circuitous route to get there. If our first challenge was circumnavigate NZ, then this one is colour in the middle…which if you have a look at the Google Map is very much in line with what my personal efforts would be (messy lines everywhere, missing large chunks, using only one colour and occasionally either not filling in between the lines or colouring over them).

The route for today will see us head down towards Taumarunui and then veer off across the forgotten highway towards Stratford. Not many will have traveled that way before, and to my understanding, not many would want to. A little while ago there was a job advertised to run a tourist operation along the way and they had to offer $ 150,000 to even get some interest (hmm, I wonder what impact Covid will be having on that). Right, I digress. From Stratford we head back towards that wonderful municipality, Whanganui, that I love so much, and then meander towards Wellington. 8 days in, we’ll be in the South by Day 10 or 11 with a few “special” challenges awaiting us – might have to add some more to flesh this out to 25 days!

It is now 7.02pm which means that Day 8 is coming to an end, and Week 2 has begun. My colouring in efforts continue with Google Maps. I reckon it looks like a dragon (squeeze your eyes together and you’ll see it…in fact if you squeeze them shut it looks even better). We’re on the road between Taumarunui and Stratford, which I have been miss-classifying. It is not the Forgotten Highway, that was the one the Alzheimer’s patient drove down the other day (oh my god, that is so horrible), it is the Forgotten World Highway. What the hell, the Forgotten World, what is hidden there that people refer to it as a World? What’s more important is what is there that would make people want to forget about it? Apparently it is the only unsealed stretch of highway in NZ, which means we’ve been cycling on gravel. For some, that may cause PTSD (and I apologise, we don’t want that), for others, who in reality had to hop off and push their bike, it would probably mean that virtually they had to do the same (punctures, not an inability to pedal thank you very much – a cyclists walk of shame I’ve decided). 

We’re probably about 2/3rds of the way through, so closer to the Stratford end after 173.1 km today. Guess what, for those who are bigger fans than me, we head down a stretch of road we went down in the first one – to Whanganui. Whanganui, take a bow, but don’t bother getting back up again, I don’t really want to look at you. 



Day 7 – 192.95 km

Apologies all, it’s taken me a while to get started today, both physically and figuratively. Maybe it was the frost this morning freezing all moving parts and brain cells? Maybe it was just me. Whatever it is, Level 3 is seeing lots of activity happening in some sectors (ie cars on the road…and when I say cars, I mean utes…or is that just Barry driving around and around showing off his flash beast?) but less activity in terms of exercise. This is obviously to be expected as work starts taking back over. Despite this, we have now completed the Rotorua Marathon, leaving Pink Flamingo’s (mirages) and tufts (in case anybody was wondering, I was having a bad hair day) behind. We’ve now departed the tourism mecca and are heading Westish and a bit North, Cambridge, Matamata and a bit of a Waikato round-about. Magic round-about? Who knows, apparently the creators of that children’s tv programme were all high on drugs, and not the performance enhancing kind. Not just the creators but the characters were as well, and I quote:

Despite the denial of there being any drug references in The Magic Roundabout, to the best of my recall it runs something like this:

Hippyish long hair, has “dreams” after eating sugar cubes. (LSD)
Red nose, flighty attention span, aggressive personality, delusions of grandeur. Snails leave white lines behind them. (Cocaine or Amphetamines)
Finds everything funny, constantly hungry – and cows eat grass. (Cannabis)
Flushed red, constantly twitching, hyperactive, looks like a pill. (UppersPoppers or Amyl nitrite)

Hopefully lockdown hasn’t had any of these effects on any of us. Anybody look like a Pill. My god that was a tangent to go off on.

Anyway, not far removed is where we are heading – towards Hobbiton, creatures who live in hills, have hairy feet, and smoke a special type of weed from pipes. (Simon gazes suspiciously around the room). What the hell, todays theme seems to be drugs.

End of another day, and in fact the end of the first week for this one. That means 35 days of exercise since we’ve started these challenges. To continue with a theme that seemed to erupt out of nowhere, I’ve been drawing circles on our Google Map around various Waikato towns, pretty much directionless – which is probably an after effect of some psychotic drug (wouldn’t know personally). We’ve covered 192.95 km today, a good effort, but of the middling variety. We haven’t got any challenges until we reach Cook Strait (although Baz has already started on that on a personal level) so it’s pretty much traipsing around the countryside, trying not to get stoned (ie have rocks thrown at us by crazed lunatics).

I try my best.

Day 6 – 181.7 km

Welcome to the first day of level 3 – differentiation between this day and yesterday? Well, there aren’t as many clouds, the wind isn’t quite as strong, and it’s a Tuesday, not a Monday, Therein lies the majority of the differences. In terms of exercising and our journey, there are more cars on the road (well, actually, more trucks, utes and vans – all the tradies are back in action) so stay safe out there people. We’re on our way to Kawerau…goodness knows why we’d go there, maybe 5 weeks in toilet paper supplies are running really low so we’re heading towards the source! It won’t take too long to get through there and arrive in Rotorua, where challenge number 3 awaits. We’ll be off our bikes and onto our feet for the Rotorua Marathon. Will we complete it today? Unknown. Will I think of a theme today? Unknown. Will you be entertained by the travelogue? Unlikely.

No theme today, after 7pm the brain gets a bit cloudy, a bit beaten up from verbal jousting (maybe being used as a verbal punching bag in a mental bout) and the odd sucker punch during the day. We’re 30 km into our 3rd challenge, the Rotorua Marathon after tallying 181.7 km across the last 12 hours or so. As with any marathon we need to make sure we’re maintaining hydration, the lake isn’t a mirage next to us, but potentially the Pink Flamingo’s might be. Lovely scenery as we’ve jogged along, the road following the lakeside, with the odd manicured bit of lawn and the odd tuft that was missed making the grass look like the top of Boris Johnson’s head (which can be distressing for those impacted who like everything to look neat and tidy). Some of us have been boosting it today, sliding easily around corners, others have pulled up a bit sore and distressed and potentially feeling guilty about a lack of input. 

Tomorrow we look to complete the Marathon then head off into middle earth. Whatever it brings, we won’t face it alone.

Day 5 – 261.45 km

After the embarrassments of my food efforts yesterday today will be a much more sedate, joke free day. We’ve actually finished off the Napier-Taupo Road, are at Eskdale (there’s a vineyard there) and are turning north to follow a pathway we headed up around 4 weeks ago (between Napier and Wairoa), we will then head back in-land towards Kawerau / Rotorua. So no special challenges today, just traveling, no jokes today, just a descriptive analysis of how we are going. Let’s see how long that will last!

Not long, need a theme, something that doesn’t involve puns – maybe I’ll pull a rabbit out of the hat, oooh, magic as the theme. So whilst we potter up the road (yes Harry, we will) I’ll see if I can think of anything that can be both descriptive of our journey as well as spell-binding for you all. BOOM, there you go, that was both the puff of smoke / bang to make you look somewhere else whilst my sleight of hand works it’s stuff as well as my version of a loud mic drop. 

And the best magic reference I can think of as I close off the day is the fact that today, Baz disappeared, no puffs of smoke, no waved capes – I make jokes, but Barry, you better be ok and just have misplaced the link to the spreadsheet. For the rest of us, it is no illusion that we are still plowing through the kms. 261.45 km is another unbelievable effort, and I’m glad I added a detour (or did I, is it a trick of the mind? No, I did). We’ve gone through Wairoa and are heading through  the Urewera’s, having also swept past Lake Waikaremoana (no, not on a witches broom).

Right, so, as we WANDer into the evening (see what I did there) and some of us are sore (but not n’half…oh god, that was a struggle to fit that one in), we look forward to tomorrow, and the magic that is a sunrise and a new day (that was new age magic bull-shit there, may as well hug and kiss a tree, rub a crystal…no not meth…and shout Ohm a million times).

Come on Toto, we’re off to see the Wizard.

Day 4 – 288.7 km

Another day dawning bright and beautiful and we’ve sprinted away, finishing off the Desert Road (dessert would have been better to finish off – oh my god my jokes are terrible) and making it to Taupo in no time. Now we play ring-a ring-a rosie and go back around again. We have started the 160km Round the Lake Challenge and in fact are chewing it up and spitting it out (food metaphors being applied here – that wasn’t dessert, that was brussell sprouts). Half-way there, like a massive steak challenge at some tin-pot restaurant, it seems easy but will we fade with the last few morsels too hard to swallow. I’m struggling here people, give me a break. Sun is shining, coffee time, in the sun, work on that autumn tan – wait for Baz to come past jumping over driveways.

I am writing this and wondering what on earth has happened to Barry, his output has shrunk considerably in this new challenge, with only one spreadsheet entry today – have his efforts been freeze-dried and made smaller accordingly? The rest of us didn’t make a meal of the lake challenge, in fact we skinned and filleted it easily just like a Taupo trout (not an old lady from that town), with a little bit of spare time for appropriate seasoning. We’ve now headed off for a new leg, not of lamb, but a detour I’ve put in as we were going so fast…just like needing to cook a steak medium (who would do that) but taking it off after only a minute or so. So, we are off to the Bay, over the Napier-Taupo Road (I wonder why Taupo got 2nd billing), maybe to pick up some wine on the way. This will add a few hundred extra km before we tackle (not fishing gear) the next challenge, the Rotorua Marathon. Napier then up to head through the Urewera’s to Kawerau (smelly, smelly place that it is) and then through to Rotorua. 

Anybody else flambed from the sun, did we get our just desserts, anybody cream-crackered (ie knackered) – I’m over the food puns, far too cheesy, cracked you up (just like pepper), it’s getting a bit chili, time to cool off.

Baz, Baz, wherefore art thou Baz?

Day 3 – 161 km

Ok people, many apologies, my worst ever effort with the travelogue (ie I had done nothing). But it did sort of match the efforts that were being put in for the day. As around 5.00pm we still hadn’t left the mountain (as they say, the descent is harder than the ascent), but we finally made if off, across the Rangipo Desert and on to the road. 161km is still an ok effort, particularly on a public holiday that is a Saturday (maybe we stood in remembrance too long at 6.00am and by the time we moved we were a bit stiff from the cold?). Still, we are leaving behind my favourite part of NZ and heading towards the bottom of Lake Taupo. It’s a definite that we’ll start the round the lake challenge tomorrow – finishing it will be a bit hard, but we are 3 days in, plenty to go.


Day 2 – 280.55 km

Ok team, yesterday took me by surprise in terms of the amount of output put forward and therefore input I would need for this and the progress map. A massive 363.25 km in one day meant we reached the northern point of the Tongariro crossing at least half a day (or more) earlier than I thought we would. That left me scrabbling for elevation cross-sections to map our progress on the challenge. As it stands we are almost at the Mangatepopo side of Tongariro. Just for clarification – your exercise = elevation in terms of a climb. If you do a km on the bike, this equates to 40 metres in elevation. Therefore I find the point in a chart that is 40 metres higher than we currently are (of course, if the ground is perfectly flat we’d move the maximum of the 1 km that you’ve cycled). I hope that makes sense. 

Without having a clue, I would suggest we’ll have ascended all three mountains by the end of today and cycled up the Desert Road towards Taupo. I get the feeling if we keep clocking up 300 plus kms that I’m going to have to find more challenges or extend our journey. Which I might just start doing – be aware of some detours that might come into play!

Enjoy another day of sunshine, watch out for Baz jumping driveway humps like a BMX champion. Reminder, this is a team collaboration, not a competition. However, Barry, I am concerned you are unwell as I did 1 more virtual km than you yesterday – don’t know how to emoji a mic drop on here but you get the picture.

And the end of the day, another big output day with 280.55 km, however, unlike yesterday, we’ve only moved maybe 30km – three peaks to climb is a decent challenge obviously and we are in quite an exposed place on the lip of the crater lake on Ruapehu. We’ve made it over Tongariro (best day walk in the country), and here’s the photo to prove it courtesy of Mel:

Then up Mt Doom (Ngauruhoe) and down the scoria slopes. Best thing to do is not expose ourselves any more, so gentlemen if you need to go, hold on, no frostbite incidents please. Tomorrow, over the top, down the other side to the Desert Road and through to Taupo for the next challenge, the round the lakes cycle leg.

Day 1 – 363.25 km

Welcome everyone to the 2nd WCA Virtual Challenge. The first one saw us circumnavigate NZ in 28 days (exactly 28 days, with about 150km to spare) whilst for this one we are visiting a number of places we didn’t get to and introducing some different challenges. I’ve called this the WCA NZ Adventure Race Challenge (have I? I couldn’t remember so just typed that) and it does have a little bit of adventure racing to it, the majority being virtual cycling, with some virtual walks, climbs and rowing. It looks highly likely we will have more participants for this one so i’m contemplating extending our journey a bit to meet the challenge part of the criteria. However, within the challenge are you own “personal challenges”, some of us already have many of these so probably don’t need to add more, and certainly I’m challenged writing this as I try desperately hard to be funny and quite often (all the time) fail miserably.

The first leg of our journey (ie today and maybe one or two others) sees us depart QE II Oval in Masterton and head north, via Palmerston North to National Park, and specifically the northern slopes of Mt Tongariro for where we will commence our first challenge – a trek across the three volcanic peaks. I’ve given approximately 3 1/2 weeks to complete the team collaborative aspect but am open to extending this or altering to allow personal challenges to be extended. To anybody new, happy to have you on board, to anybody who thinks they can do more virtual kilometres per day than Baz, good luck, don’t die trying.


Preliminary Rubbish

Righto, before we get started, a few updates. 

I’ve begun to add the links to each of the challenges, so if you click on the applicable one you are looking at doing, it’ll pop up with more details in a separate window. You may think differently to me but some of the stuff that is available to do in our back yard is amazing. I’m happy to add more challenges if you know of something or find something so let me know. 

To answer a few questions, more than one person can undertake the same challenge, they are not exclusive, and they are also not a race! It would be really cool if you could let me know which challenge or challenges you are undertaking at any one time, I can then mention these in this travelogue and we can celebrate success together.

Hopefully most links (and therefore plenty of info) will be up by the end of today.

Personal Challenges

As a point of difference, and approaching this from a Physical Literacy aspect (thanks Barry) we are introducing a “Personal Challenge” aspect to this wider challenge. I have researched a number of real-world events, tracks, trails and rides. Below are a list of many and I can add links to these as some look pretty awesome so that you can see what you are undertaking.

With the personal challenge it’d be cool if you selected one to undertake as a challenge, in a “code” (ie cycling, walking etc) that suited you.  You can select more than one – ie you can do a cycling and a running one at the same time. However, you must complete the challenge in your code before moving onto another one in that same code. You can also do a Multi-Sport Challenge that involves you completing the distances for the codes specific to the multi-sport.

Let me know the challenge you’re undertaking and I can set up a special place in the spreadsheet where this can be tracked.

Work-Outs – The “Million Movement Club”

2,500 Movements

5,000 Movements

10,000 Movements

15,000 Movements


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