Back to the Braes

It's been a while so thought I'd better do a post on where I'm at with ultra running, or rather, where I'm not.

My last descent run was three weeks ago, another coast run, this time off Aberdeen.  I intended doing a full report but never had the time so here are the pictures.

I parked at Garthdee and followed the river to the harbour.

It was a beautiful Saturday evening, perfect for a wee jaunt.

The path is easy to follow, sticking to the contours of the coastline all the way to cove.

Pass Girdle Ness lighthouse and the disused fog horn.

Drilling activity in the bay of Nigg.

The coastline from here is perfect for rock fishing, something I used to do back in the eighties.
I did pass some people fishing at some of the popular spots.


After Speyside my season was finished, just too busy to pencil any other races in.  The family did consider a visit to the G24 but the house scuppered that plan, with maintenance required at the well over that weekend.  It's amazing how much water is used until you don't have any, always reaching for a tap that's not supplying water.

As the title suggests, I'm back to the bonny Braes O Gight, my much photographed and visited training area.  Here are the latest shots and I intend posting more as the seasons change.

I'm hardly doing any running at the moment, DIY takes precedence at this time of year.  The result is weight gain and a loss of fitness.  I'm not too concerned just now, I think the body and mind needs a break now and again.  Hopefully I'll manage to do the Fraserburgh Half this year then it's time for Marcothon.

Sometimes, nearer the end of an ultra, I will ask myself questions, like - What the hell am I doing? and When am I going to give this crazy pastime up?  Each time I do briefly consider chucking it in, but at what cost?  As I've already said, weight and fitness would be an issue but there is something else I would miss and I can't quite put my finger on it.  Of course, there is the camaraderie, meeting fellow ultra runners at races and social events, but there is something I would miss deep inside, something gnawing away.  When asked by family, friends and colleagues why I ultra run my response is "you need to have something that scares you" but where and when do you draw the line?  Well for me it's not going to stop next year and I suppose that could be quite a selfish decision to make as I have decided to do even more.

Here are my plans for 2014, as long as I am accepted in any balloted races -

15th March - D33
26th April - Highland Fling
17th May - Cateran
21st June - WHW race
24th to 27th July - Kieth Insch to Ardnamurchan Point (a personal challenge)
23rd Aug? - Speyside
06th Sept? - G24

So there it is, the cats out of the bag.  Something to scare me.  I'm in the early planning stages of an East to West ultra run of Scotland,  I'll post the proposed route and details later.

Fields of Gold

Fifty percent of Scotlands whiskey distilleries are located in Speyside and it's easy to see why.  The bus slowly makes it's way through Fochabers then follows the river upstream. I really enjoy this trip, passing through fertile barley fields and forests on our way to Ballindalloch.  Now and then I get a tantalising glimpse of the Spey meandering it's way to the Moray Firth.   Steam rises up from the trees giving away the location of famous whiskey distilleries.  It's overcast but there's no sign of the light rain showers which are forecast for the day ahead.  The bus turns off onto a side road and drops us off at our destination, the start of the Speyside Ultra Marathon.

We have a piper which is a nice touch and adds to the atmosphere.  There is a small tent area where a few campers are folding their tents, I'm sure they don't mind the intrusion.  After the race briefing we make our way to the disused railway line for the 9 o'clock start.

I don't have any tactics this year and with only three long runs under my belt since the WHW race I quickly decide to do the same strategy as last years Speyside.  Ten minute miles for as long as I can but I don't feel as good as this time last year.  I have had PB's for all my ultras this year but I'm not confident beating my 2012 time today.

We're off along the track, a beautiful start to the race.  Bridges span ravines where streams make their way to the River. We pass fly fishermen, the Spey is famous for Salmon. This route passes a few distilleries with their distinct mashing aroma.  My GPS watch bleeps just under 9 minute miles, a bit quick for my plan today but I feel okay and continue at this pace.  I chat to a few runners who all seem to be running around 9 minutes per mile so I continue with this pace till the first checkpoint at Craigellachie.  It's not overly warm but I've been drinking a lot of water so a quick top up of the water bottle, drink two cups of water, grab my food and make my way to the uphill road section.

Cheese and pickle sandwiches, coke, a mars bar and skittles - sugar is playing a part once more for my running diet.  I force down the sandwich before the top if the road section, scoff the coke and pocket the sweets.  It's not long before there are more uphills on the way to Ben Aigen, there are a few runners on the uphills where I start my run 30 walk 30 strategy.  There is a steady runner behind me, making his way up without walking.  We leapfrog each other practically all the way to the top (and a few more times into the race) but his steady run means he reaches the top first.  The uphill takes a lot out of me but it's worth every step for the view out to the Moray Firth.

Jenni is marshaling on Ben Aigen, so it's a quick hello and a couple cups of water which is much appreciated.  I really like the next section, coming off the hill before hitting tarmac again.  I begin to feel empty on the road section, I can't stomach the mars bar and take a few skittles which doesn't help much.  There are a couple groups of runners behind who are catching.  A few pass me before I try and step up a bit and limit the damage, I don't want too many runners passing.

It's quite a long road section to the next checkpoint, a nice quiet back road where I can see runners way ahead.  I've run out of water and have a raging thirst, it's still 3 miles to the Fochabers checkpoint.
The Skittles in my pocket rattle to the rhythm of my run, annoying at first but it helps keep me going at a steady pace.  The water station can't come quick enough, I fill the water bottle and down it in a oner.
Refill the bottle and grab my food, if that's what you could call it.  Two bottles of coke (one gets scoffed straight away) a mars bar and more Skittles, sugar fuelled as usual.

Feeling spent, I make my way down to Fochabers and under the A96 bypass, this is where the wheels came off last year and I'm determined not to have a repeat.  It's a lovely stretch through the woods then alongside the river once more, one I'm familiar with.  the path cuts inland over open countryside before reaching Spey Bay.  Practically every marshal on this race offers water and it's no different here.  Another watering hole at Spey Bay then its time for the home straight.  The trail winds its way through woods before breaking out into a long straight in open countryside once more towards Portgordon, I can see Buckie in the distance.

The tide is in, so no seals here this year.  I'm passed by a runner on the seafront, she is a fellow Hoka runner.  I'm feeling drained now and practically write off beating my time from last year.  Not long to go, the race passes through Buckpool, the old Start / Finish point of the Speyside Way.  I want to crank it up a bit but have nothing left in the tank, just keep running steady through the streets.
The last 100 meters are a cruel uphill to the finish, up to Cluny Square and over the line.

Last years time - 6 hours 24 minutes 46 seconds.
This years time - 6 hours 22 minutes 51 seconds.

Another PB! Unexpected but welcome all the same, 2013 - the year of PB's.
The medal..... another Stags Head, one of the coolest out there.

Thanks to Sarah Louise Grigor and her team for yet another brilliant ultra, well organised and much appreciated I'll be back next year.  



      

A cliff top run.

I needed to shake things up a bit today, both running and blog needed a boot up the backside. Last weekend I completed a much needed 24 miles at John Duncan's superb event but I needed to get a longish run done today before the Speyside Ultra next weekend. I fancied a coast run, 5 minutes on Google and my mind was made up, Cruden Bay to Peterhead it was.

I parked in the centre of Peterhead and got on the number 63 bus at 1030. It didn't take long to arrive at Cruden Bay where I got off at the Kilmarnock Arms Hotel. It's a quick jog down to the harbour where my run will start.

I climb up from the harbour and do a couple of circuits on the cliff top. Slains Castle is in view from here but I need to double back inland to pick up the path.

The path has been completely resurfaced since I was last here, a good few years ago.

Slains Castle, supposedly inspiration for Bram Stoker's Dracula and I can see why.
It is completely fenced off for safety reasons so I pick up the trail and carry on.

The cliff top path is overgrown in places which prevents sure footing when running. I walk these sections to prevent going over my ankles.

The scenery is spectacular, there are a few tourists on the trail taking advantage of the beautiful weather.

This youngster refused to move, even though the path passed close by.

The famous Bullers of Buchan is a bird watchers paradise but extreme care has to be taken here.

A secluded boulder strewn beach, this is where I'll have my lunch.

The drops are shear and only feet from the path. Some edges are fenced but the wood looks old and is not to be trusted. No bravado here, just walk along the path.

I find a spot on the shore for lunch in the sun where a seal surfaces and checks me out.

More precarious drops, the photos don't do it justice.

A memorial to two climbers, take care on these cliffs.

Boddam has been quarried for pink granite, they are now flooded and out of bounds.

The remote operated radar can be seen, formerly RAF Buchan.

More caves and an arch.

Peterhead power station stack can be seen in the distance.

The trail is well overgrown in places.

I reach a disused railway track and make my way through the cutting, Buchan Ness can be seen in the distance. This is a mistake though, the track is marsh and bog, stagnant bog that smells. I persevere for a while before climbing out of the cutting and find a faint track, other people have obviously had the same idea.

More quarried granite before the path is diverted onto the A90. The diversion is not welcome, this is a fast road I have to endure for a couple of hundred meters to the Boddam turn off.

A monument from the Boddam community to RAF Buchan service men and women.

A wee diversion to Boddam castle, or rather whats left of it

Buchan Ness lighthouse, and holiday accomodation.

Boddam harbour.

Path on the way to Peterhead power station.

The coastal path passes by the power station then over a water discharge point into the bay.

It's a bit of a scramble over these granite boulders, placed here to stop coastal erosion.

This is a beautiful bay but spoiled by plastic and rubbish washed up on the shore.

I spot a sailing ship in the distance, must have departed Peterhead but I've missed it.

On entering Peterhead I pass the prison, no photographs taken here, it would look suspicious.
Peterhead bay and the small caravan park is lovely in the sunshine today.

My run is not finished yet. I make my way through the harbour towards Keith Insch, a whale processing plant back in it's day. The bridge is up as usual so I have to take the long way around.
I want to get to the coast at Keith Insch but this is now taken over by Oil Companies with security huts and patrols. I end my run at the gates of the Oil Yard, disappointed I can't get to the coast.

It's taper time for the Speyside Ultra next week then no more ultra races planned for the rest of the year. I don't know if i can make it to the Glenmore 24 yet and if I do I will offer to help out.

I have a big plan for next year but I'm not ready to make it public yet, the ultra parasite keeps gnawing away!

Wed 8 miles Sat 3 miles Sun 14 miles  Weekly total 25 miles.