If entering your first foreign race during a family holiday, do not -
Hit the Mediterranean beach on the first day and burn the soles of your feet on the hot sand.
Do a 3 mile run on the beach and blister under your toes, despite completing 4 miles earlier in the day.
Walk around in flip flops next day without dressing or treating blisters.
Hobble around on your heals the day after and realise your race is in jeopardy.
Do a desperate attempt to treat the raw skin with compeed plasters.
Enter and pay for the race anyway convincing yourself all will be fine and the feet will recover.
Find out after entering a medical certificate is a requirement (which was wavered after sending an e-mail).
Do an uncomfortable test run in compeeds 2 days before the race and still believe all will be fine.
Have all family members plan their holiday around your race on the Sunday.
Realise the evening before the race you don't have some mandatory kit and have your family search for a foil blanket and whistle on a Saturday night.
Arrange early transport on race day for the 0700 registration.
After having breakfast and packing, doing one last test run before deciding your feet are burning and probably won't be able to survive a 22 mile mountain run in 30 degree heat.
Go back to your bed in a sulk after waking half the house getting ready.
Send an e-mail to the organisers appologising for the no show.
Tues 7, Fri 2. Weekly total 9 miles.
Sunday, 20 July 2014
Sunday, 13 July 2014
The Great Glen Ultra
A late entry to this race meant little preparation, or rather little time to study the details. I did buy a tourist map of the Great Glen Way but paid little attention to it. After looking at the elevation I knew the majority of hard work was at the end of the race with steep climbs after Fort Augustus. I lacked hill work after the DC so expected the latter half of this race to be tough.
The run up to Friday was busy, so busy I missed doing a blog post. The Ultra season is using up my holiday leave so I had no choice but work the Friday before making my way to Inverness. The crew and I departed straight after work form Aberdeen, I was worried about traffic on the A96 but all was clear. We were going to stop for a fish supper but continued to Inverness instead. A quick pizza and chips it was before making our way to Bught Park.
A quick goodbye to the support crew who were having some time off for a change and it was time to board the bus. The journey to Fort William was quite subdued where I tried unsuccessfully to get some shut eye.
The evening was still with a nice clear sunset over the lochs. Motor homes were parked in scenic lay byes taking in the loch views and atmosphere.
It wasn't long before the bus pulled into Fort William and dropped us off at Neptune's Staircase. A wine bar was registration before meeting Mike Trails and having a cup of tea before race start, very civilised.
Half past twelve arrived where we all crossed the canal for race briefing.
0100 and we were off. I stayed near the back of the pack, I wanted to take it real easy for the first half of the race. The first part runs alongside the canal, everyone around me was quiet, maybe contemplating the distance ahead. After a few miles I pulled off to water the verge. Once I rejoined the tow path I looked back but found no head torches. I knew I was near the back, surely I'm not last I thought to myself. I could see runners ahead so decided to keep them in my sight as I wasn't too sure of this route.
There was a bit of a bizarre moment where someone was heckling runners from their house on the opposite side of the canal, a few too many sherries no doubt. We were marshalled by Lorna across a bridge and onto some back roads before turning onto forest trail. Now I've seen some beautiful sights in my last four years of ultra running but the scene at Loch Lochy just about takes the prize. The forest trail skirted a remote part of the shore where the water was like a sheet of glass. The Loch split mountains silhouetted by a not quite dawn sky, but just getting light with different colours of purple and orange. I was torn on whether to stop and try to picture this or run on, I decided on the latter. I arrived at the first checkpoint, Clunes, with a few other runners.
A pot of rice, Chia flap jack, pocket peanuts (which wouldn't get opened till near the end) before being chided by John for staying too long at the checkpoint, it was time to go. I caught up with and passed a few runners on the forest track. The sunrise was looking spectacular but was obscured by the trees. I wanted a picture so stepped up the pace a bit, hoping to come across a clearing. I caught up and briefly chatted to Rhona before the track opened up to reveal a cracking view of boats sitting in a misty loch with the sunrise in the background. Some runners from Ireland were in the clearing, camera phones were passed around so pictures could be taken with the scenery in the background. I had some good chat with the Irish runners before pushing on to checkpoint 2.
We were taken well care of by the marshals as usual, chat to Carol then another pot of rice, pocket a babybel cheese, refill of water and off I went feeling pretty good. I caught up and chatted with Colin on this section before dropping back down to the Canal once more. I passed a couple of runners on the way down and was unsure if I should follow the canal. I stopped and waited for the same runners to catch up and confirm I was going the right way. As beautiful as the morning was with mist rising off the the canal, I must admit this was my least favourite part of the race. A flat five miles on the canal tow path all the way to Fort Augustus. You can see far ahead and there was no choice but get your head down and run a steady rhythm to cover the miles. A few times I had to fight the urge to walk and managed to keep running all the way to checkpoint 3.
Ada and her team did another great job turning runners around and setting them off. After use of the facilities at Fort Augustus I was on my way but my right quad was not feeling too great. In fact, I couldn't work out if it was the quad or IT band that was tight. I found a post and did the Morton stretch but this didn't do much good. Negative thoughts began to creep in, IT band issues could make the run interesting on the downhill sections but I shoved them to the back of my mind and pushed on. I followed a couple of runners, David Searil and Ivan I think, past the turn off where we had to double back a short distance. I ran a lot of the section to Invermoriston with David, a chance encounter that would see us team up and will each other through various stages of the race. We ran into Invermoriston together and arranged to leave together after the pit stop.
BaM have managed to clone marshals, it's a great idea as runners don't require support crew over this 72 mile course. At Invermoriston we have clones John and Noanie taking care of runners. The cloned John was just as bad in trying to hurry me out the checkpoint. There was the usual efficient turn around from marshals, including another clone, this time Kynon. After refuelling and a rendezvous with David it was time for some serious ascent.
Cursing, swearing, sweating, panting and more cursing from both David and I on this section but the views were worth every bit of uphill effort. I have never been high above Loch Ness and the views were breathtaking, overlooking lochs high on the other side. We stopped for a photo opportunity before making our way towards checkpoint 5 at Drumnadrochit. This was a hot and dry section where we both ran out of water. We caught up and chatted to Karen who advised there should be a water stop soon. This was going to be most welcome as we were all parched. Sure enough it wasn't long before Helen and Mark Legget replenished our water bottles, supplied coca cola and advised 5 miles to the next checkpoint, much appreciated. The five miles are mostly on quiet country roads, there were a few runners here including Alyson from the DC110. Mike Trails also caught up and passed on this section, it was good chatting to runners whom I knew. My quads were complaining as we ran into Drumnadrochit checkpoint where I used the facilities before getting my drop bag. More efficiency from the marshals, including a second clone of Kynon, BaM have been busy.
David and I leave the checkpoint, it's quite a distance along the pavement before turning onto the hill and more hill climbing. And more climbing. I'm so tired I take a seat in the sun to rest before I'm buzzed by flies and catch up with David once more. There's a heavy hail shower where I don't bother putting on my waterproof, getting soaked cools me down. We clear the trees and David points out the remarkable similarity between the lay of the land here and Rannoch Moor. We come to a forest track junction, were not sure which way to go but both of us vote left. There's a lack of GGW marker posts but it's not long before we come across one to confirm all is well. A campervan is ahead, it can only mean one thing, checkpoint 6.
We have reached Elaine, Fiona and Angela in the middle of a midge outburst. They look after us despite the midge attack, Angela dishes out midge repellent but the blighter's are determined. I hand Angela my midge net before setting off for Inverness, this ultra is in the bag.
We're on the last section, single file through the overgrown nature reserve, some quiet back roads then a really nice long downhill trail towards the city. Clones Carol and Lorna are here with water, sorry I don't stop, I've a full water bottle and want to get the run finished. This trail would be lovely if run on fresh legs but it goes on and on and on. I'm running low on energy but good chat with David sees us reach the edge of town before hitting the canal once more. Cross the road, into the stadium and a 400 meter sprint and handshake with David over the line. Job done. My third longest ultra run completed in 16 hours 32 minutes.
This is my first BaM event and I can't speak highly enough of it. The laid back atmosphere, efficient organisation, expert marshalling and drop bag system can only see this race grow in popularity. Thank you to Bill, Mike and all the hard working marshals, you have created a unique race.
My quandary for 2015 is, do I enter West Highland Way or Great Glen Ultra? It's a really difficult decision to make, one I'll have to decide in November.
So what's next? I'm going on holiday and have my eye on this -
www.trailducaroux.com/les-courses
No, it's not an ultra at 22 miles but it does have 2,400 meters of ascent, and with the hot climate could be quite a challenge. I'll decide next week.
Week ending 29th June - Mon 10, Wed 15, Sun 3. Weekly total 28 miles.
Week ending 06th July - Mon 3, Wed 3, Sat 72. Weekly total 78 miles.
Thurs 3. Weekly total 3 miles.
The run up to Friday was busy, so busy I missed doing a blog post. The Ultra season is using up my holiday leave so I had no choice but work the Friday before making my way to Inverness. The crew and I departed straight after work form Aberdeen, I was worried about traffic on the A96 but all was clear. We were going to stop for a fish supper but continued to Inverness instead. A quick pizza and chips it was before making our way to Bught Park.
A quick goodbye to the support crew who were having some time off for a change and it was time to board the bus. The journey to Fort William was quite subdued where I tried unsuccessfully to get some shut eye.
The evening was still with a nice clear sunset over the lochs. Motor homes were parked in scenic lay byes taking in the loch views and atmosphere.
It wasn't long before the bus pulled into Fort William and dropped us off at Neptune's Staircase. A wine bar was registration before meeting Mike Trails and having a cup of tea before race start, very civilised.
Half past twelve arrived where we all crossed the canal for race briefing.
0100 and we were off. I stayed near the back of the pack, I wanted to take it real easy for the first half of the race. The first part runs alongside the canal, everyone around me was quiet, maybe contemplating the distance ahead. After a few miles I pulled off to water the verge. Once I rejoined the tow path I looked back but found no head torches. I knew I was near the back, surely I'm not last I thought to myself. I could see runners ahead so decided to keep them in my sight as I wasn't too sure of this route.
There was a bit of a bizarre moment where someone was heckling runners from their house on the opposite side of the canal, a few too many sherries no doubt. We were marshalled by Lorna across a bridge and onto some back roads before turning onto forest trail. Now I've seen some beautiful sights in my last four years of ultra running but the scene at Loch Lochy just about takes the prize. The forest trail skirted a remote part of the shore where the water was like a sheet of glass. The Loch split mountains silhouetted by a not quite dawn sky, but just getting light with different colours of purple and orange. I was torn on whether to stop and try to picture this or run on, I decided on the latter. I arrived at the first checkpoint, Clunes, with a few other runners.
A pot of rice, Chia flap jack, pocket peanuts (which wouldn't get opened till near the end) before being chided by John for staying too long at the checkpoint, it was time to go. I caught up with and passed a few runners on the forest track. The sunrise was looking spectacular but was obscured by the trees. I wanted a picture so stepped up the pace a bit, hoping to come across a clearing. I caught up and briefly chatted to Rhona before the track opened up to reveal a cracking view of boats sitting in a misty loch with the sunrise in the background. Some runners from Ireland were in the clearing, camera phones were passed around so pictures could be taken with the scenery in the background. I had some good chat with the Irish runners before pushing on to checkpoint 2.
We were taken well care of by the marshals as usual, chat to Carol then another pot of rice, pocket a babybel cheese, refill of water and off I went feeling pretty good. I caught up and chatted with Colin on this section before dropping back down to the Canal once more. I passed a couple of runners on the way down and was unsure if I should follow the canal. I stopped and waited for the same runners to catch up and confirm I was going the right way. As beautiful as the morning was with mist rising off the the canal, I must admit this was my least favourite part of the race. A flat five miles on the canal tow path all the way to Fort Augustus. You can see far ahead and there was no choice but get your head down and run a steady rhythm to cover the miles. A few times I had to fight the urge to walk and managed to keep running all the way to checkpoint 3.
Ada and her team did another great job turning runners around and setting them off. After use of the facilities at Fort Augustus I was on my way but my right quad was not feeling too great. In fact, I couldn't work out if it was the quad or IT band that was tight. I found a post and did the Morton stretch but this didn't do much good. Negative thoughts began to creep in, IT band issues could make the run interesting on the downhill sections but I shoved them to the back of my mind and pushed on. I followed a couple of runners, David Searil and Ivan I think, past the turn off where we had to double back a short distance. I ran a lot of the section to Invermoriston with David, a chance encounter that would see us team up and will each other through various stages of the race. We ran into Invermoriston together and arranged to leave together after the pit stop.
BaM have managed to clone marshals, it's a great idea as runners don't require support crew over this 72 mile course. At Invermoriston we have clones John and Noanie taking care of runners. The cloned John was just as bad in trying to hurry me out the checkpoint. There was the usual efficient turn around from marshals, including another clone, this time Kynon. After refuelling and a rendezvous with David it was time for some serious ascent.
Cursing, swearing, sweating, panting and more cursing from both David and I on this section but the views were worth every bit of uphill effort. I have never been high above Loch Ness and the views were breathtaking, overlooking lochs high on the other side. We stopped for a photo opportunity before making our way towards checkpoint 5 at Drumnadrochit. This was a hot and dry section where we both ran out of water. We caught up and chatted to Karen who advised there should be a water stop soon. This was going to be most welcome as we were all parched. Sure enough it wasn't long before Helen and Mark Legget replenished our water bottles, supplied coca cola and advised 5 miles to the next checkpoint, much appreciated. The five miles are mostly on quiet country roads, there were a few runners here including Alyson from the DC110. Mike Trails also caught up and passed on this section, it was good chatting to runners whom I knew. My quads were complaining as we ran into Drumnadrochit checkpoint where I used the facilities before getting my drop bag. More efficiency from the marshals, including a second clone of Kynon, BaM have been busy.
David and I leave the checkpoint, it's quite a distance along the pavement before turning onto the hill and more hill climbing. And more climbing. I'm so tired I take a seat in the sun to rest before I'm buzzed by flies and catch up with David once more. There's a heavy hail shower where I don't bother putting on my waterproof, getting soaked cools me down. We clear the trees and David points out the remarkable similarity between the lay of the land here and Rannoch Moor. We come to a forest track junction, were not sure which way to go but both of us vote left. There's a lack of GGW marker posts but it's not long before we come across one to confirm all is well. A campervan is ahead, it can only mean one thing, checkpoint 6.
We have reached Elaine, Fiona and Angela in the middle of a midge outburst. They look after us despite the midge attack, Angela dishes out midge repellent but the blighter's are determined. I hand Angela my midge net before setting off for Inverness, this ultra is in the bag.
We're on the last section, single file through the overgrown nature reserve, some quiet back roads then a really nice long downhill trail towards the city. Clones Carol and Lorna are here with water, sorry I don't stop, I've a full water bottle and want to get the run finished. This trail would be lovely if run on fresh legs but it goes on and on and on. I'm running low on energy but good chat with David sees us reach the edge of town before hitting the canal once more. Cross the road, into the stadium and a 400 meter sprint and handshake with David over the line. Job done. My third longest ultra run completed in 16 hours 32 minutes.
This is my first BaM event and I can't speak highly enough of it. The laid back atmosphere, efficient organisation, expert marshalling and drop bag system can only see this race grow in popularity. Thank you to Bill, Mike and all the hard working marshals, you have created a unique race.
My quandary for 2015 is, do I enter West Highland Way or Great Glen Ultra? It's a really difficult decision to make, one I'll have to decide in November.
So what's next? I'm going on holiday and have my eye on this -
www.trailducaroux.com/les-courses
No, it's not an ultra at 22 miles but it does have 2,400 meters of ascent, and with the hot climate could be quite a challenge. I'll decide next week.
Week ending 29th June - Mon 10, Wed 15, Sun 3. Weekly total 28 miles.
Week ending 06th July - Mon 3, Wed 3, Sat 72. Weekly total 78 miles.
Thurs 3. Weekly total 3 miles.
Saturday, 28 June 2014
Still bumbling along
A quick update.
My running is still erratic with no structure. Last week I completed one run, hardly an ideal lead up to the Great Glen. Okay, it was my usual mid week marathon run home but it turned out to be a real stinker.
After a breathless and tired run along the disused railway, I hit the uphill section and completely ran out of energy. It was a slow shuffle / walk home, I've had stronger finishes to ultras. In fact, I think it was the longest time I've ever taken to cover 26 miles.
At the weekend, it was time for me to give something back to the West Highland Way Race. By The Way hostel and camp site in Tyndrum was my overnight stay for the Friday night as I volunteered to marshal at Bienglas Farm on Saturday.
It was an early start where we all quickly became midge food. Bienglas Farm is a checkpoint where support crews are anxious to meet their runners after the loch side section. Almost two hundred runners require two hundred support crew complete with vehicles. This is where Mike and I would step in, guiding the support vehicles in and out the designated field. Sounds easy? This was really stressful guiding and pointing vehicles in the right direction. It was a pleasure meeting and working with Mike who also happens to be running the Great Glen Ultra. All went smoothly with our task, all the support crews were nice, some offering food and drink throughout the day. After things calmed down we made our way to the checkpoint, it was good to see some runners come through and then the sweepers. It was time to close the checkpoint, after giving John and Helen a hand to pack up I headed home.
I have a lot to do. I am not organised for the Great Glen yet. I still have to read the race briefing and organise my drop bags. My mind is not in ultra race mode yet and this is a worry, I must complete this race to turn my 2014 ultra season around. I'll post again in the next few days.
Week ending 22nd June. Wed 26. Weekly total 26 miles.
My running is still erratic with no structure. Last week I completed one run, hardly an ideal lead up to the Great Glen. Okay, it was my usual mid week marathon run home but it turned out to be a real stinker.
After a breathless and tired run along the disused railway, I hit the uphill section and completely ran out of energy. It was a slow shuffle / walk home, I've had stronger finishes to ultras. In fact, I think it was the longest time I've ever taken to cover 26 miles.
At the weekend, it was time for me to give something back to the West Highland Way Race. By The Way hostel and camp site in Tyndrum was my overnight stay for the Friday night as I volunteered to marshal at Bienglas Farm on Saturday.
It was an early start where we all quickly became midge food. Bienglas Farm is a checkpoint where support crews are anxious to meet their runners after the loch side section. Almost two hundred runners require two hundred support crew complete with vehicles. This is where Mike and I would step in, guiding the support vehicles in and out the designated field. Sounds easy? This was really stressful guiding and pointing vehicles in the right direction. It was a pleasure meeting and working with Mike who also happens to be running the Great Glen Ultra. All went smoothly with our task, all the support crews were nice, some offering food and drink throughout the day. After things calmed down we made our way to the checkpoint, it was good to see some runners come through and then the sweepers. It was time to close the checkpoint, after giving John and Helen a hand to pack up I headed home.
I have a lot to do. I am not organised for the Great Glen yet. I still have to read the race briefing and organise my drop bags. My mind is not in ultra race mode yet and this is a worry, I must complete this race to turn my 2014 ultra season around. I'll post again in the next few days.
Week ending 22nd June. Wed 26. Weekly total 26 miles.
Monday, 16 June 2014
Bumbling Along
It's been a busy few weeks, hence the lack of posts. My training program is a thing of the past, I now find myself running only two or three times a week. I've too much to do at the weekends, long runs are now mid week, usually the marathon distance run home from work. This is the summer bumble for me, never sure how many miles to put in to keep fit enough for ultras, I need the structure of a training program.
It was on one such run home where I tried some free samples from Chia Charge. The raspberry drink mix was delicious and refreshing, the chia seeds turned soft in the water bottle and were easy to drink. Half way home I devoured the flap jack which contains sea salt. I really enjoyed the flavour and texture of the flap jack so I ordered some supplies from chiacharge.co.uk. Hopefully I have found some good fuel for future long training runs and races.
It's almost time for The West Highland Way Race and a last minute call up will see me marshalling at Bienglas Farm. This will be my first time marshalling so I'm a wee bit nervous but look forward to helping out. The advantage of this checkpoint is it closes at 1300 leaving me free to be a support runner if required.
So far I'm not supporting but I can't think of a better place to be at midnight on the longest day than the top of Devils Staircase, it would bring back memories of my first WHW race in 2012.
This is a special weekend, for runners, for support, for family, for friends, for organisers, for marshals and rescue teams. A race where strangers are willing to chip in and assist where required, to help participants reach their goal and realise their dreams . Running long distance is a team effort where we are all in it together, appreciated from the sharp end of the field to the rear, good luck to everyone running this iconic trail race.
Week ending 01st June - Tues 26, Sat 12, Sun 03. Weekly total 41 miles.
Week ending 08th June - Tues 03, Wed 17, Sat 12. Weekly total 32 miles.
Week ending 15th June - Wed 26, Sun 08. Weekly total 34 miles.
It was on one such run home where I tried some free samples from Chia Charge. The raspberry drink mix was delicious and refreshing, the chia seeds turned soft in the water bottle and were easy to drink. Half way home I devoured the flap jack which contains sea salt. I really enjoyed the flavour and texture of the flap jack so I ordered some supplies from chiacharge.co.uk. Hopefully I have found some good fuel for future long training runs and races.
It's almost time for The West Highland Way Race and a last minute call up will see me marshalling at Bienglas Farm. This will be my first time marshalling so I'm a wee bit nervous but look forward to helping out. The advantage of this checkpoint is it closes at 1300 leaving me free to be a support runner if required.
So far I'm not supporting but I can't think of a better place to be at midnight on the longest day than the top of Devils Staircase, it would bring back memories of my first WHW race in 2012.
This is a special weekend, for runners, for support, for family, for friends, for organisers, for marshals and rescue teams. A race where strangers are willing to chip in and assist where required, to help participants reach their goal and realise their dreams . Running long distance is a team effort where we are all in it together, appreciated from the sharp end of the field to the rear, good luck to everyone running this iconic trail race.
Week ending 01st June - Tues 26, Sat 12, Sun 03. Weekly total 41 miles.
Week ending 08th June - Tues 03, Wed 17, Sat 12. Weekly total 32 miles.
Week ending 15th June - Wed 26, Sun 08. Weekly total 34 miles.
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Post Cateran
I'm not sulking, honest. No phone line or internet for almost a week has caused this late post. I've had more time to mull over my Cateran DNF. I suppose it's only natural to wonder why I pulled out at 60 miles and question why I didn't give it a better shot. I'm still analysing where the wheels came off.
Looking back, I think it was predominantly fuel. I stopped eating anything substantial after Blairgowrie and relied mostly on milk shakes and red cola till the Spittal. This meant a drop in energy and pace, particularly between Dalnaglar and the hotel. I then missed the 55 race start and required 30 minutes to refuel and recover before hitting the empty trail. This put me on the back foot, it wasn't long before negative thoughts crept in, slowly at first then completely smothering my will to continue.
I now regret pulling out at Dalnaglar, wishing I had the guts to continue to at least the next checkpoint at Glenisla. I had tactics which I should have used, tactics which I was intending to use at the end of the race. Mainly music, I should have plugged in the earphones and let music take over. It would have been good to catch up with the main race and participate in the checkpoint parties but it wasn't to be. The words of a checkpoint marshal at the after party has stuck with me " no-one is allowed to pull out at my checkpoints unless they're injured". I'm going to take these words into future races and recite them if the negative attitude returns.
Speaking of future races, every cloud has a silver lining. I've got a place in the Great Glen Ultra. This was off my radar until several runners mentioned the race was still open with places available. Time to study and possibly recce the race route.
Sat 12, Sun 8. Weekly total 20 miles.
Looking back, I think it was predominantly fuel. I stopped eating anything substantial after Blairgowrie and relied mostly on milk shakes and red cola till the Spittal. This meant a drop in energy and pace, particularly between Dalnaglar and the hotel. I then missed the 55 race start and required 30 minutes to refuel and recover before hitting the empty trail. This put me on the back foot, it wasn't long before negative thoughts crept in, slowly at first then completely smothering my will to continue.
I now regret pulling out at Dalnaglar, wishing I had the guts to continue to at least the next checkpoint at Glenisla. I had tactics which I should have used, tactics which I was intending to use at the end of the race. Mainly music, I should have plugged in the earphones and let music take over. It would have been good to catch up with the main race and participate in the checkpoint parties but it wasn't to be. The words of a checkpoint marshal at the after party has stuck with me " no-one is allowed to pull out at my checkpoints unless they're injured". I'm going to take these words into future races and recite them if the negative attitude returns.
Speaking of future races, every cloud has a silver lining. I've got a place in the Great Glen Ultra. This was off my radar until several runners mentioned the race was still open with places available. Time to study and possibly recce the race route.
Sat 12, Sun 8. Weekly total 20 miles.
Monday, 19 May 2014
Double Cateran
This is a difficult post with mixed emotions after this weekend. To be honest I feel like a bit of a fraud doing a post called the Double Cateran when I only managed 60 miles before withdrawing. I've had a day to mull things over and feel the need to post early, seems I still have a lot of learning to do for the longer ultras.
I took a day off on Friday, a long lie in to help with the up and coming lack of sleep seemed like a good idea.
After packing the car I had a quick appointment with the sports physio, my calf was playing up again and needed taping up. I collected the rest of my team before heading up Deeside. Just before reaching the Spittal we came across an accident with a motorcyclist being attended to on the road. This was a bit upsetting and hopefully the motorcyclist is okay. We checked in and had a couple of hours to spare before the start.
At five o'clock we went to order a meal from the hotel but were told food won't be served till six. We didn't have time to go elsewhere so I tucked into sandwiches and crisps. I also had boiled potatoes for race food and ate a few during the race briefing. I was more concerned for my crew as I had a cool box of food to sustain me.
The start was unique, a relaxed affair with banter and chat till the countdown. Twelve runners set off, it was a beautiful evening as we filed through the gate and hit the hill. Earlier I decided to walk up this hill as did a few other runners. We all watched and admired race winner Mike Raffan as he ran up the hill creating an early lead from the start. The view was spectacular as we crested the hill and descended toward Enochdu.
It was good chatting to John MacLean during the descent, we would leap frog each other during the first half of the race. We both arrived at the checkpoint together but John took a shorter stop and left before me.
I was determined to fuel properly for this ultra, I scoffed some chocolate milk, boiled potatoes and pocketed a strawberry bar thingy. I was now last in the DC110.
I didn't let this get me down, I fully expected to be last and just plodded on. I ticked off all the sights from my recce and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I didn't expect to see any more runners but when I turned off the track to head for the marsh section I was surprised to see another runner. Alyson went astray at an awkward section of brush and trees and was a bit lost. I couldn't find the proper path and that was after doing a recce of this route. We eventually found the path and continued on our way. I was quite happy to see another runner and there were more ahead on the marsh section. I've run this section so many times now and made good time finding grip through the sloping marsh catching up with Sean. After the marsh section there were four of us, John, Alyson, Sean and I running together for a while. Turns out Sean found the Cateran 55 race full so decided to do the 110, brilliant stuff. Alyson is a 10 times finisher of the west Highland Way race, more brilliant stuff. Once again I descended into Bridge of Cally checkpoint with John, all was going well.
After more chocolate milk, boiled potatoes and half a boiled egg I was on my way, catching up with Alyson on the way to the moor. John had left earlier and was ahead, Sean caught up and passed after changing into a pair of very bright running shoes and would go on to an excellent 3rd place. It began to get dark on the moor, Alyson dropped back a bit just as torches were required. It's a wee bit awkward coming off the moor as the trail goes through a farm and onto a short section of road. I was glad to see Alysons torch light meaning she was on the right path to Blairgowrie. Stan was there showing the way to the car park, thank you for the night time marshalling and giving guidance at each checkpoint. Gads! That was the response to my crew, I'd eaten practically a whole tub of boiled tatties and couldn't face any more. The other half of a boiled egg was eaten, I pocketed a strawberry bar thingy and grabbed a bottle of red cola, time for some sugar!
Alyson was clapped and cheered into the checkpoint as I left, John was still at his car, taking a longer stop this time. A two mile slog uphill to Drimmie Woods, all was okay although I was absolutely soaking in sweat. I made a mental note to remove one of my two running tops at Den of Alyth. Once clear of the woods I peaked the hill where there was a wonderful night time view of the lights of Perth and surrounding villages before descending to Alyth. The Den was longer than I remembered but was nice running alongside the river before reaching my crew at the car park. A babybell cheese, pocket a strawberry bar thingy grab a red cola and I was on my way.
I find this a tough section, no matter which direction it's run. Another climb, this time out of Alyth. John was right behind me on most of this section which probably kept me pushing on. I've done this race three times in the past and recently completed a night time recce and I don't mind saying I struggled to find the marker posts and stiles on this section, even with a powerful hand torch. Onto some farm tracks and there are signs of fatigue, I'm not running the gentle inclines any more. Once onto the diversion to Glenisla I came across Stan who went on his way to look for a possible lost runner. No tatties, no egg, no mini cheddars, no Mrs Tillys, pocket a strawberry bar thingy which I don't eat. Grab a bottle of red cola, my rocket fuel for the race. John arrives as I depart for Dalnaglar Castle.
Another climb, this time out of Glenisla. I can hear the waterfall at the end of loch Shandra in the still night and make a mental note to see it on the way back. Little did I know it then, there would be no return past loch Shandra.
Dawn arrives and I can finally remove the head torch which has been horrible to wear on such a mild night.
The dawn chorus is absolutely amazing, all types of bird song in the still morning air. I take a look back along the trail, there's no sign of runners behind and I fear they are going to miss the 0700 cut off at the Spittal. It's a long downhill to Forter then a road section to the next checkpoint. Just before Dalnaglar I see movement at the side of the road. A massive stag with huge antlers gracefully takes cover in the woods as I run past, what a sight. Dalnaglar checkpoint where I met and congratulated race leader Mike on round two. He looked refreshed and relaxed, no wonder he got the nickname "The Machine". A quick scoff of chocolate milk and I was on my way.
It was 0530 and all was okay, or so I thought. My plan was to get to the hotel, freshen up and try to stick with the 55 mile sweeper. A signpost advised 5 miles to Spittal of Glenshee. I found this section very hard to run - hilly terrain, stiles, marsh, rutted farm track and fields of cattle. I congratulated all DC runners passing by on round two. There was some amazing wildlife, Lapwings put on a great display and huge Hares scattered as I passed by. I was getting tired and time seemed to be slipping away, I keep hoping to see the hotel in the distance. On a particularly steep hill I looked back and saw John, an incredible effort to beat the close off. I looked at my watch, 0645 and the hotel could be seen in the distance. I couldn't believe I'd have to sprint to make the cut off. I crossed the road and met the 55 race entrants making their way to the start. The applause and comments of well done was much appreciated and very humbling but I knew I should have been in the group ready for round two. I reached the hotel and checked-in at 0654, six minutes to spare. I was absolutely starving - I requested a change of shirt, pain killers, change of socks, water top up and nuun tablets before sitting down and demolishing scrambles eggs, toast, cereal and coffee. Once done I headed to the room shivering where I freshened up, vaselined my blistered feet and got ready to leave.
I left the hotel after 0730, a half hour pit stop which ate into my round two time. I walked then broke into a run to loosen off the muscles. The trail was empty except for a couple out for a stroll. That's when the negative thoughts entered my head. It took me eight hours to get from Blairgowrie to Spittal of Glenshee, I now had less than seven hours to make the cut off. Thoroughly last I tried to put this at the back of my mind and concentrated on just running. I just couldn't get into a rhythm, I was out of breath and trying to give myself a talking to. It's just as well I was on my own on the trail, I must have looked like a mad man trying to gee myself up, questioning if I really wanted this and the glory of a quaich at the end. Come on, "just walk the inclines and run the flats and downhill's" I told myself. There's a very steep climb at the side of a field, so steep runners need to grab and use the fence for support. On the way up I stopped, ground to a halt. The strength was gone from my legs. I continued on and met Alyson on her way in. We stood and chatted for a while where I advised my intention to withdraw from the race. Alyson's advice was for me to continue, try and recover and get a second wind. I did try but the demons were at work, I lost heart and was unable to run the flat sections. It was game over, 50 miles was just too far to walk. I walked to Dalnaglar checkpoint, the solitary support car sitting in the car park was the final nail in the coffin of my DC110 race. I approached George, shook his hand, thanked him for a great event and withdrew.
As I come to the end of this post it's Monday night and I have a few stats from the race - 12 starters, 6 finishers, 2 required hospital treatment and 1 ruptured Achilles tendon.
The highlights? A great and well deserved win for Mike Raffan. A superb second place for Keith Mabbott and an absolute excellent show of grit and determination from John MacLean, being cheered over the finish line late at night despite being timed out and continuing on out with the race.
What can I take away from the weekend? Okay, I didn't do as well as I thought, in fact I probably wasn't fit enough for such a tough race. I still got to take part, I would far rather have a DNF than a DNS. It was a great experience running overnight on the Cateran, at one stage the yellow full moon was low in the sky surrounded with wisps of cloud, a lovely scene with the dark Perthshire landscape below.
Thank you to Karen Donoghue, George Reid and all who help out to make what is in my opinion the best ultra event in Scotland. I would also like to thank my ever present and attentive support crew, Lynne, Heather and Skye - you're the best. See you all next year.
Tues 3, Thurs 2, Fri/Sat 60. Weekly total 65 miles.
I took a day off on Friday, a long lie in to help with the up and coming lack of sleep seemed like a good idea.
After packing the car I had a quick appointment with the sports physio, my calf was playing up again and needed taping up. I collected the rest of my team before heading up Deeside. Just before reaching the Spittal we came across an accident with a motorcyclist being attended to on the road. This was a bit upsetting and hopefully the motorcyclist is okay. We checked in and had a couple of hours to spare before the start.
At five o'clock we went to order a meal from the hotel but were told food won't be served till six. We didn't have time to go elsewhere so I tucked into sandwiches and crisps. I also had boiled potatoes for race food and ate a few during the race briefing. I was more concerned for my crew as I had a cool box of food to sustain me.
The start was unique, a relaxed affair with banter and chat till the countdown. Twelve runners set off, it was a beautiful evening as we filed through the gate and hit the hill. Earlier I decided to walk up this hill as did a few other runners. We all watched and admired race winner Mike Raffan as he ran up the hill creating an early lead from the start. The view was spectacular as we crested the hill and descended toward Enochdu.
It was good chatting to John MacLean during the descent, we would leap frog each other during the first half of the race. We both arrived at the checkpoint together but John took a shorter stop and left before me.
I was determined to fuel properly for this ultra, I scoffed some chocolate milk, boiled potatoes and pocketed a strawberry bar thingy. I was now last in the DC110.
I didn't let this get me down, I fully expected to be last and just plodded on. I ticked off all the sights from my recce and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I didn't expect to see any more runners but when I turned off the track to head for the marsh section I was surprised to see another runner. Alyson went astray at an awkward section of brush and trees and was a bit lost. I couldn't find the proper path and that was after doing a recce of this route. We eventually found the path and continued on our way. I was quite happy to see another runner and there were more ahead on the marsh section. I've run this section so many times now and made good time finding grip through the sloping marsh catching up with Sean. After the marsh section there were four of us, John, Alyson, Sean and I running together for a while. Turns out Sean found the Cateran 55 race full so decided to do the 110, brilliant stuff. Alyson is a 10 times finisher of the west Highland Way race, more brilliant stuff. Once again I descended into Bridge of Cally checkpoint with John, all was going well.
After more chocolate milk, boiled potatoes and half a boiled egg I was on my way, catching up with Alyson on the way to the moor. John had left earlier and was ahead, Sean caught up and passed after changing into a pair of very bright running shoes and would go on to an excellent 3rd place. It began to get dark on the moor, Alyson dropped back a bit just as torches were required. It's a wee bit awkward coming off the moor as the trail goes through a farm and onto a short section of road. I was glad to see Alysons torch light meaning she was on the right path to Blairgowrie. Stan was there showing the way to the car park, thank you for the night time marshalling and giving guidance at each checkpoint. Gads! That was the response to my crew, I'd eaten practically a whole tub of boiled tatties and couldn't face any more. The other half of a boiled egg was eaten, I pocketed a strawberry bar thingy and grabbed a bottle of red cola, time for some sugar!
Alyson was clapped and cheered into the checkpoint as I left, John was still at his car, taking a longer stop this time. A two mile slog uphill to Drimmie Woods, all was okay although I was absolutely soaking in sweat. I made a mental note to remove one of my two running tops at Den of Alyth. Once clear of the woods I peaked the hill where there was a wonderful night time view of the lights of Perth and surrounding villages before descending to Alyth. The Den was longer than I remembered but was nice running alongside the river before reaching my crew at the car park. A babybell cheese, pocket a strawberry bar thingy grab a red cola and I was on my way.
I find this a tough section, no matter which direction it's run. Another climb, this time out of Alyth. John was right behind me on most of this section which probably kept me pushing on. I've done this race three times in the past and recently completed a night time recce and I don't mind saying I struggled to find the marker posts and stiles on this section, even with a powerful hand torch. Onto some farm tracks and there are signs of fatigue, I'm not running the gentle inclines any more. Once onto the diversion to Glenisla I came across Stan who went on his way to look for a possible lost runner. No tatties, no egg, no mini cheddars, no Mrs Tillys, pocket a strawberry bar thingy which I don't eat. Grab a bottle of red cola, my rocket fuel for the race. John arrives as I depart for Dalnaglar Castle.
Another climb, this time out of Glenisla. I can hear the waterfall at the end of loch Shandra in the still night and make a mental note to see it on the way back. Little did I know it then, there would be no return past loch Shandra.
Dawn arrives and I can finally remove the head torch which has been horrible to wear on such a mild night.
The dawn chorus is absolutely amazing, all types of bird song in the still morning air. I take a look back along the trail, there's no sign of runners behind and I fear they are going to miss the 0700 cut off at the Spittal. It's a long downhill to Forter then a road section to the next checkpoint. Just before Dalnaglar I see movement at the side of the road. A massive stag with huge antlers gracefully takes cover in the woods as I run past, what a sight. Dalnaglar checkpoint where I met and congratulated race leader Mike on round two. He looked refreshed and relaxed, no wonder he got the nickname "The Machine". A quick scoff of chocolate milk and I was on my way.
It was 0530 and all was okay, or so I thought. My plan was to get to the hotel, freshen up and try to stick with the 55 mile sweeper. A signpost advised 5 miles to Spittal of Glenshee. I found this section very hard to run - hilly terrain, stiles, marsh, rutted farm track and fields of cattle. I congratulated all DC runners passing by on round two. There was some amazing wildlife, Lapwings put on a great display and huge Hares scattered as I passed by. I was getting tired and time seemed to be slipping away, I keep hoping to see the hotel in the distance. On a particularly steep hill I looked back and saw John, an incredible effort to beat the close off. I looked at my watch, 0645 and the hotel could be seen in the distance. I couldn't believe I'd have to sprint to make the cut off. I crossed the road and met the 55 race entrants making their way to the start. The applause and comments of well done was much appreciated and very humbling but I knew I should have been in the group ready for round two. I reached the hotel and checked-in at 0654, six minutes to spare. I was absolutely starving - I requested a change of shirt, pain killers, change of socks, water top up and nuun tablets before sitting down and demolishing scrambles eggs, toast, cereal and coffee. Once done I headed to the room shivering where I freshened up, vaselined my blistered feet and got ready to leave.
I left the hotel after 0730, a half hour pit stop which ate into my round two time. I walked then broke into a run to loosen off the muscles. The trail was empty except for a couple out for a stroll. That's when the negative thoughts entered my head. It took me eight hours to get from Blairgowrie to Spittal of Glenshee, I now had less than seven hours to make the cut off. Thoroughly last I tried to put this at the back of my mind and concentrated on just running. I just couldn't get into a rhythm, I was out of breath and trying to give myself a talking to. It's just as well I was on my own on the trail, I must have looked like a mad man trying to gee myself up, questioning if I really wanted this and the glory of a quaich at the end. Come on, "just walk the inclines and run the flats and downhill's" I told myself. There's a very steep climb at the side of a field, so steep runners need to grab and use the fence for support. On the way up I stopped, ground to a halt. The strength was gone from my legs. I continued on and met Alyson on her way in. We stood and chatted for a while where I advised my intention to withdraw from the race. Alyson's advice was for me to continue, try and recover and get a second wind. I did try but the demons were at work, I lost heart and was unable to run the flat sections. It was game over, 50 miles was just too far to walk. I walked to Dalnaglar checkpoint, the solitary support car sitting in the car park was the final nail in the coffin of my DC110 race. I approached George, shook his hand, thanked him for a great event and withdrew.
As I come to the end of this post it's Monday night and I have a few stats from the race - 12 starters, 6 finishers, 2 required hospital treatment and 1 ruptured Achilles tendon.
The highlights? A great and well deserved win for Mike Raffan. A superb second place for Keith Mabbott and an absolute excellent show of grit and determination from John MacLean, being cheered over the finish line late at night despite being timed out and continuing on out with the race.
What can I take away from the weekend? Okay, I didn't do as well as I thought, in fact I probably wasn't fit enough for such a tough race. I still got to take part, I would far rather have a DNF than a DNS. It was a great experience running overnight on the Cateran, at one stage the yellow full moon was low in the sky surrounded with wisps of cloud, a lovely scene with the dark Perthshire landscape below.
Thank you to Karen Donoghue, George Reid and all who help out to make what is in my opinion the best ultra event in Scotland. I would also like to thank my ever present and attentive support crew, Lynne, Heather and Skye - you're the best. See you all next year.
Tues 3, Thurs 2, Fri/Sat 60. Weekly total 65 miles.
Monday, 12 May 2014
Double
I'm going to the Cateran. I don't know whether to be excited or terrified. I think I'm both. There's no question a better run up to the race would have made me feel more confident. Now, when I feel every twinge or stiff muscle I convince myself something is wrong which will threaten my entry.
After sports massage last week I did a very slow and steady 3 miles on Thursday with no calf pain, all was well. The weekend was make or break where I set out not knowing what distance to run. On Saturday I was paranoid as I ran past the five mile mark and hit the trails. If the calf misbehaved it was withdrawal time, simple as that. I ran up and down Brimmond hill with no problems and returned with 12 miles under my belt.
So far so good, I still had the back to back Sunday run to do, this time round the Deershire roads.
I loaded the iphone with two hours of music and set off, I needed the tunes to put a spring in my step and it worked. At one point I really felt I got my mojo back as the suns rays shone on the surrounding countryside.
After 13 miles it was job done with no adverse effects.
The right leg is a bit stiff and I do think I've lost a bit of fitness but I'll just have to give it my best shot.
I decided to take the race on for a couple of reasons. I need a break and can't think of a better place to be this weekend than the hills of Perthshire and I don't want to miss another race, especially as this is in my opinion the best ultra in Scotland.
I have a lot of organising to do, including information to my back up team but I'll start on that tomorrow.
Mon 3, Thurs 3, Sat 12, Sun 13. Weekly total 31 miles.
After sports massage last week I did a very slow and steady 3 miles on Thursday with no calf pain, all was well. The weekend was make or break where I set out not knowing what distance to run. On Saturday I was paranoid as I ran past the five mile mark and hit the trails. If the calf misbehaved it was withdrawal time, simple as that. I ran up and down Brimmond hill with no problems and returned with 12 miles under my belt.
So far so good, I still had the back to back Sunday run to do, this time round the Deershire roads.
I loaded the iphone with two hours of music and set off, I needed the tunes to put a spring in my step and it worked. At one point I really felt I got my mojo back as the suns rays shone on the surrounding countryside.
After 13 miles it was job done with no adverse effects.
The right leg is a bit stiff and I do think I've lost a bit of fitness but I'll just have to give it my best shot.
I decided to take the race on for a couple of reasons. I need a break and can't think of a better place to be this weekend than the hills of Perthshire and I don't want to miss another race, especially as this is in my opinion the best ultra in Scotland.
I have a lot of organising to do, including information to my back up team but I'll start on that tomorrow.
Mon 3, Thurs 3, Sat 12, Sun 13. Weekly total 31 miles.
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