“Blindness, infected ears, dehydration, sleep deprivation, hypothermia, sharks!"
The Australian surfer Blake Johnson, an early-rising maniac they call Forrest Gump around Cronulla, has just stepped out of the water after stomping the Guinness world record for longest surf session ever, surfing for forty hours straight, catching over 500 waves and raising almost a quarter of a million dollars for charity.
Johnson, who is forty-one, was gonna do an easy six-hundred mile run to Queensland to raise awareness for mental health but, after a little Googling, discovered the world record for longest surf sesh, set by South African Josh Elsin, was only thirty hours, eleven minutes, with 455 waves eaten up.
“I reckoned I could smash it. I can run for forty hours,” Johnston told me back in December. “And, this way, I can surf with people I like and make a difference.”
He wants to make a diff ‘cause suicide is something real close to Johnston. His daddy Wayne took his own life ,and when he was a kid riding for Quiksilver one of that company’s most popular employees Andrew Murphy, died at the hands of the black dog.
“It affected me a lot. I have my own battles, too,” said Johnston. “I’m not nice to myself. I tell myself, ‘You’re hopeless at what you’re doing’. I’m pretty mean. I do these things to prove myself I’m worthy and that’s what my battle is. In those dark moments, I have to tell myself, well, how good is this? My boys (he’s got two of ’em, one with a spectacular mullet) deserve a strong dad.”
And, so, last night, on the ten-year anniversary of his Dad’s death, Johnston hit a joint called The Alley, a wave next to a breakwall right in town, corporates paying for the thrill of surfing during a world record attempt and to challenge employees with a night surf.
The money peeled off the corporates goes into raising mental awareness ie, helping to address the plague of suicides, particularly among young men.
I asked Johnston how he deals with the blackest moments during his endurance events, in the middle of the night when there ain’t nothing but your head, the voices.
“Man, you go to places… I’m thinking about making myself proud, my family proud. I put it on myself not to make it a big deal, that people can run further and for longer than I do. But it’s hard to explain. One minute you feel invincible, the next you’re in tears. It’s like you’ve got short-term bi-polar. It’s so up and down. One minute you think you’re killing it, then the next forty k’s feels like it’s going to take four years.”

Listen, says Johnston, “You don’t have to be a superstar to live a full life. You just gotta make an effort. You gotta go after it.”
At seven eleven am he broke the previous record of thirty hours and quickly came in and addressed what looked like the whole town.
“Everyone deserves to feel awesome,” he told ’em, before heading out for another ten hours.
The money raised goes to the or youth mental health initiatives with the Chumpy Pullin Foundation. Alex “Chumpy” Pullin was an Australian snowboarder and Olympian who died while spearfishing in 2020, aged thirty-two.
Johnston wraps up his attempt at five pm today, Sydney time.
Seven hours to go!
https://stabmag.com/news/we… – 50k 0n the beach here too!
ANOTHER gross overestimation of crowds on the beach. Surfers are terrible at head counts
congrats to this hero. the pain on his face speaks volumes…the death of a fellow bro elicited 186 pages of cathardic prose. no note. some of my scribblings here* are excerpts. heal community. heal! surf…
*Gone Bad
Sam I Am took all the ham
Mary kicked her little lamb
Humpty Dumpty cracked the wall
The three little pigs made the wolf fall
Then It got worse,
Jack ate the bean
Cinderella’s on strike and refuses to clean
Rudolph’s nose now shines blue
And Horton put down all of the Whos
These kinds of things would make us all sad
If all the good characters
Suddenly turned
BAD
Take that Wilcoxen
Taking your typical ‘ok one last wave before going in’ and stretching it beyond belief.
Proper fundraiser. Right on.
Lots smashing a Guinness today.
March 17th
Well done Blake
Some nights are worse than others. Bed sheets are useless, unless they are a tarp(waterproof). Car backfires, trash trucks, and screams. Loud knocks on the door in the middle of the day. Becoming mute during a conversation, because you remember your buddies last words to you. Getting questioned because you wont go to public events. Avoiding stray animals because you think they’re wired. Thinking someone looking at you are targeting your group…..
Yeah, but can he rage comment on LGBQT+ issues on BG for 60+ hours straight?
Money solves every problem!!
Grew up with Adam and Ben and Blake (a bit younger) in Cronulla, they were always fixtures in the water and all good surfers. Was a shock to everyone when their dad died.
Cronulla, like other places I guess, has had its fair share of suicides. Murph and Wayne, as mentioned, Troy ‘Nugget’ Dennehy, John Shimooka (who called Cronulla home for many years), Paul ‘Patch’ Rogers in the last week…maybe surfing kept ‘em alive, maybe it wasn’t enough to keep ‘em alive. Who knows…
But Blake is a legend coz he’s walking the walk. Not just talking about makijg a difference or offering thoughts and prayers, but actually doing something to make a tangible difference and raise real awareness.
Fucking legend.
Really awesome, reminds me of DJ’s doing marathon broadcasts and of course the King, Jerry Lewis doing his MD telethon from South Beach, my cub scout troop hustled at intersections with buckets in Pompano Beach, few hundred bucks for the kids.