The Incomparable History of the Frankston to Portsea
From AURA
I doubt that many people are aware that this race is the longest standing ultra in Australia. It may not have a history that dates back to the 1920's like South Africa's Comrades Marathon but its history is unique in it's own sense. This race has its origins way back in 1973, a time when 15+ sunscreen was unheard of, Gough Whitlam was telling us "It's Time", e-mail was a brand of refridgerator and a hard drive was a long trip in the car.
On the 29th of September 1973 Ross Shilston, Kon Butko and Scotty [Kon's dog]
decided to make the trek from their Frankston homes in bayside Victoria to
the end of the Mornington Peninsula at Portsea. The original trio were
joined by Bernie Carrol in May 1974 and a tradition had begun, Kon
"measured" the course in his HQ holden and came up with an approximate
distance of 34 miles. His car was stolen soon afterwards and made a cameo
appearance on the 6.30 news when it was used as the get-away vehicle in a
hold-up at the local chemist!
The May date seemed to stick for a while as this low key event was used as a
training run for the state marathon titles held in June each year. It rarely
attracted more than a handfull of runners. With the Marathon Title being
shifted around in the early 80s, the Frankston to Portsea found a new date
of early June and this remained until the late 80s when it had to fit in
with the Peninsula Road Runners summer track and field program and the
winter cross country fixture, so a new date was found on the first Saturday
of April each year. It was during this time that the a course record of
3:45 was set by Laurie Brimacombe. Laurie is the uncle of one of Australia's
top sprinters, Steve Brimacombe. Laurie's record was thought to be
unbeatable but just a few years later in 1990, local resident Paul
Patton flew down the highway in 3:42, a record that still stands today.
With the Sydney to Melbourne run then in its prime, several runners would
make the trip to Portsea as part of their training and it was during this
time that a half serious side came to the race. Each runner was given a
course description featuring various splits and landmarks with a final metric
distance of 54.7km. At the suggestion of one Geoff Hook, runners recieved
certificates with a bottle of wine for the winner, these prizes were in
conjunction with the traditional finishers block of chocolate. The wine and
certificates seem to have vanished in recent years but the chocolate
tradition remains.
1991 was the year that this race peaked with a staggering 18 runners but as
the Sydney to Melbourne race disappeared so did any chance of getting many
people to the Frankston to Portsea. The term "Low Key" took on a whole new
meaning in 1996 when I was the sole runner. Not wishing to break a long
standing tradition, I ran to Portsea [I am still getting sarcastic reminders
about my "Great Win"]
The actual distance has always been a subject of debate, but part of the
tradition is the "Measuring" with Kon's old Holden. I have done some
measuring myself and come up with a distance of between 55.5km and 55.9km,
but what the heck, the course never changes and you can always compare your
run with previous efforts.
With traffic on the Nepean Highway becoming heavier each year a decision was
made in 1997 [by Ross and myself] to switch from the traditional Saturday
and move to the Sunday.
There have been a lot of ultra races come and go over the years but the
Frankston to Portsea has remained as the one constant. I guess if we wanted
more runners we could get Ron Walker to declare it a Major Event and we
would have huge crowds of spectators and poker machines on every corner with
live T.V. coverage [I'm being REALLY sarcastic now].
Next years race has a tentative date in early April where once again someone
will say "GO" and the runners will make their own way down to the Portsea
gates with a block of chocolate waiting as their reward. Be there next year
at the corner of Davey Street and the Nepean Highway at 7am to be part of
the Frankston to Portsea where the tradition will continue.

