The Mt Kinabalu International Climbathon in Malaysian Borneo is a legendary mountain race, now in its 28th year. The course has varied a bit over recent years but it now once more retains the simple premise of running up to the summit of Mt Kinabalu and back down albeit with an added road section to finish in Kundasang town. Sounds easy. It's not.
In its current incarnation the event is split into two races. The Summit race is intended as the application-only elite event, a 33km route which climbs straight to the summit at 4095m before descending back down to 1200m. The 23 km Adventure race is the open event which climbs to the half way point at around 2700m before descending along the same route.
I managed to get one of the places in the elite event, and even though I'm quite a long way away from even being close to elite. Arriving at the start it was clear that the 'elite' part of the entry requirement was being rather loosely enforced, it seeming to be more of an insurance policy to avoid to many ill prepared or in experienced runners trying to race to the summit. There are is quite a tight 3 hour cut off imposed at the summit, which means that the majority of runners get turned back early.
After picking up my bib and waiting about for the slightly comical race briefing it was off for dinner, the traditional gear shuffling and an early night at our nearby cabin.
After a somewhat alternative pre-race breakfast I trotted the 2km along the road to the start line ready for the 7am kick off. 82 people lined up in total including a handful of other runners from Hong Kong including Clement Dumont, Claire Price and Nora Senn and a couple of the top people from Taiwan who I vaguely recognised from HK races last year. There were also a handful of favourites including Dai Matusmoto from Japan, a few Nepalese, Daved and Safrey both Champion System/ The North Face runners who had raced well in HK a few weeks earlier at the 2 Peaks along with a number of African runners there presumably to try their luck for the substantial prize money. From the off they certainly didn't look like they knew what they were letting themselves in for, as they were clearly road or cross country guys and so it was to prove.
For once the start has a really nice relaxed vibe about it, a lovely contrast to Hong Kong. I guess people knew the extent of what lay a head and saw no sense in jostling for position. The horn sounded and we were off for a fast and hilly 4km on the road before we hit the trail. It wasn't long before the road kicked up with some ridiculously steep sections, and indication of what was to come. I ran most of this section more or less with Clement, Ruth (a North Face sponsored Kiwi living in Taiwan) and Safrey Sumping. Upon hitting the trails proper I decided to calm things down a little and soon they had disappeared ahead of me.
I settled into a sustainable hike up the increasingly steep trail, breaking into a trot occasionally where the ground allowed. We were already at about 2000m altitude at this point but so far I was feeling perfectly fine. I had decided beforehand to take a conservative approach all day. I had never run, let alone raced, at this kind of altitude before (I think my previous max in a race was around 3000m at the Bettelmatt Skyrace) so I decided not to push it too much on the climb/decent and open it up a little on the final road section if I had anything left.
The trail itself is really technical and quite eroded in places with a lot of exposed rocks and steep steps all the way up, interspersed with occasional sections of wooden steps and ladders. The lower sections are through dense forest which open up into pine forest, then rocky bouldery terrain with bushes then finally a massive granite expanse with fixed ropes. Awesome terrain but relentlessly steep. Rarely have I found myself smiling while grinding up a hill this long steep, but today was one of those days, possibly helped by the fact that while I was pushing on I wasn't exactly killing myself either. In any case, I was able to stay comfortably within myself the whole way up and never had any problems despite a few amateurish stumbles on the fixed ropes. Around 3000m it started to drizzle, just as we hit the granite section. It was not much but just enough to make the rock slightly slippery and make me immediately question my choice of footwear (Inov8 F-lite 252). It soon cleared up and nearing the top the front runners started to pass me at break neck speed on the way back down. I couldn't believe the speed the were descending at. I trudged on, by now keeping pace with a Filipino runner who having to push it a bit with the climbs judging by his laboured breathing, which made me realise I was coasting a bit. It was only I crept above 4000m I really started to feel the effects of the altitude and those last 100 vertical metres of light scrambling were painful. I touched the summit cairn in a decent but far from spectacular 2 hrs 45 mins and took a couple of seconds to look around and reflect on the biggest continuous section of climbing I have done since I started running in the mountains, and the fact that it was perversely enjoyable. Before I knew it was plummeting back down the rock face.
To be honest plummeting sounds fast when in fact I had one of the worst descents ever going down here. I'm normally pretty solid going downhill but I was all over the place on the super technical descent, tiptoeing around with zero confidence in my footing and fumbling around while descending the fixed ropes. I felt like the city kid out of his element that I am in reality, the urban mountain runner rather than just the mountain runner. I laughed at myself more than once on the way down here. I immediately lost sight of the Filipino runner. Once off the rock and back on the dirt trail/stairs I was moving a bit better but the damage had been done both to my time and my confidence. A bit further on a tiny runner from Malaysia skipped past me on a super steep section as I was again fumbling around. I passed a couple of the African runners on my way down here, by now not looking like they knew what had hit them. I was soon passing other runners along the way who had been turned back after not making the cut-off including a Scots ultra runner (from Dumbarton no less) who I had bumped into the previous day.
The descent was never ending. At the Layan Layang hut the course forked and took us onto the Mesilau trail which was a lot more challenging and undulating than it appears on the curse profile. Along here I ran with Petr, a Czech guy living in Taiwan for a couple of km before leaving him behind on one of the nasty short sharp climbs. After what seemed like and eternity I popped out onto the notorious road section. At 9km its a peculiar addition to a mountain race of this caliber, long enough to inflict some serious pain. The biggest issue is that its generally steeply downhill with some nasty climbs thrown in, in short it is hideous and especially bad considering your legs are already wasted from climbing and descending the highest peak in South East Asia. To make matters worse the sun came out in full force here and I could feel myself stewing in the heat. None the less, for a hill runner I cope with tarmac better than most and soon I was buzzing along the road at a decent pace. After a few km I saw a runner ahead of me who turned out to be the Malaysian who passed me on the descent previously. He was toiling and I soon caught and past him with a wave of encouragement. The climbs on this section were hideous but the worst aspect was that the descents which were so steep that the bottom of my feet were burning at times as I slapped my way down the tarmac.
The last horrific km steeply uphill to the finish was all about survival and I crossed the line in 5hrs 16 mins, pretty much bang on what I had in my head time wise before the start. This was good enough for 9th place overall. As I crossed the line and stopped I stumbled a half pace, the heat finally getting to me, and someone caught my arm and lead me to the shade of the medical tent at the finish. A bottle of cold water and a sit down for a moment and I was fine and ready to laugh at the crazyness of it all.
The race was won by Dai Matsumoto in a record time, followed by Daved Simpat and a Nepalese army runner Homlal Shrestha. Clement ran super strongly to finish 5th overall, however the standout performance for me was Ruth Croft winning the ladies race by a country mile in an incredible 5hrs 01 mins. Ruth already has a serious running background having won here last year and easily winning the Fuji mountain race in Japan earlier in the year but this was a next level, world class performance on a crazy hard course that was good enough for 6th overall. I'm pretty convinced that a similar performance would have her at the front of some of the major European skyraces. It will be interesting to follow how her racing develops as she clearly has serious talent. Claire Price also had a great race to place second overall in the womens elite event.
A final thought on two things. Firstly, it was only the next day when I realised how important this race is to the people of Malaysian Borneo/ Sabah as it was covered on both front and back pages of The Borneo Post newspaper. I don't think that even happens in Chamonix during UTMB. Second observation- the Sabah Flag has to be a contender for one of the best flags ever.
I'll be back next year to wave it high.








