After the G24 I took a couple of weeks off running, I had no choice with blistered feet and swollen toes. It was the start of a downward slide into lethargy, lack of motivation and weight gain.
I planned to restart running early weekday mornings, 3 miles before breakfast. It's been a long time since I've trained first thing in the morning and it showed. I groggily managed the first two mornings before dropping this and running at lunch time on the third day. On the fourth day I didn't run at all and couldn't be bothered for the rest of the week.
Another week and a fresh start I thought but all I could muster was a couple of lunchtime outings and a weekend 'long' run of five miles, a weekly grand total of 11 miles! This week has not been any better with a few lunchtime runs, I just can't muster up the energy for a long run. I can't understand the lack of interest, I usually embrace autumn and enjoy running in the cooler windy weather.
I toyed with the idea of entering the Jedburgh 3 peaks ultra but being on call that weekend put paid to that plan. The only event I have before the end of the year is the Fraserburgh half marathon mid November. I really need to get into gear and do some long runs as I can feel my fitness drop away.
Needless to say, I've postponed my east to west run until next year. I'm just not fit or motivated enough and realise this challenge will require extensive support from Lynne and Skye. I'll book a firm date for summer 2015 and look into a motor home for support and crew.
I've ordered a pair of Hoka shoes - the Rapa Nui trail, maybe new shoes will see the return of my running mojo and I'll get a proper autumn run after all.
Week ending 14th Sept 0 miles.
Week ending 21st Sept 0 miles.
Week ending 28th Sept Mon 3, Tues 3, Wed 3. Weekly total 9 miles.
Week ending 05th Oct Tues 3, Wed 3, Sat 5. Weekly total 11 miles.
Wednesday, 8 October 2014
Monday, 8 September 2014
Glenmore 24 - Chasing the horn
Rain pounds the car bonnet as I drive through Aviemore. It's forecast to be a very wet weekend, they got it right. It's been a good few years since I've been in this beautiful area, pitched up beside Loch Morlich.
Memories rushed back as I drove past the camp site but my destination was a bit further on.
I round the corner and there's an impressive sight, Marquees, tents and camper vans have taken over the field, welcome to the Glenmore 12 and 24 trail race. This is my first time at Glenmore which is run by team BAM.
I'm guided to a tent pitch by George and his bike. As I park the car the rain falls heavier than ever. With a tent to pitch I sit in the car waiting for the downpour to ease off, which it does after 5 minutes. I put up the 2 berth tent and throw in a sleeping bag. If I have to use this my race has gone wrong. I register with Ada and return to the car for something to eat.
I'm here without support, Lynne and Skye couldn't make it. There's a marquee for unsupported runners where a couple of tables are set up. I'm just about to put in my "stuff" when I bump into Heather and Peter. They have a ringside pitch and kindly offer me space for my food and running gear.
At 1130 it's race briefing then the heavens open once more. With half an hour before race start everyone heads for shelter, the field is empty. I am wearing shorts, a long sleeve top, shower jacket, buff and gloves.
I sit shivering in the car and seriously consider putting on full wet weather gear but decide against it, surely the weather has to improve. At 1155 everyone makes their way to the start arch. I chat to a few friends then realise I am in the middle of the pack, I need to be at the back. Both 12 and 24 hour runners set off at midday.
My target is 100 miles, simple eh? Well not quite. I've never run the course before so don't know how long I'll take to do one lap. I'm doing the maths in my head as we start off. The loop is 4 miles, 13 minute miles with 8 minutes spare per lap to feed and hydrate. With 24 laps this would equal 96 and wouldn't be enough.
I decide to reassess my plan once the first lap is complete.
The trail is a bit congested until the field spreads out. The mud and puddles aren't too bad but I have a feeling this will change as the race progresses. I'm running with Jenni and Karen, two experienced Glenmore runners so I pick up some useful tips as we go along. My ancient shower proof jacket isn't shower proof at all, I can feel cold water running down my back. My long sleeve top is soaking, I am worried about core temperature. I don't want to faff about changing clothes so I'll just take it as it comes.
Water station, two miles in, a stroke of genius meaning runners don't have to carry water. There's a shift system on here, marshals changing over every 2 hours or so right through the night. This is the place for music, dancing, banter and good advice before heading uphill. Downhill to marshal Stan, the out lap shares around five meters of the in lap, he makes sure there is no confusion for the first couple of circuits. Then it's the home straight, through the car park to Ada in the timing tent. Shout my number and off I go again.
First lap, quorn mini egg and scoof of water = 50 minutes. Okay, I do some maths now and get the strategy going. From my original plan of one lap an hour I'll need to find an extra lap. A steady 50 minute circuit until 1700 will gain an hour. With 24 miles complete I'd have 76 miles to go in 19 hours, one lap an hour. I also intend doing another 50 minute lap at five o'clock so I can stop for something decent to eat, the race was on.
The rain stops but I'm still cold, the non shower proof jacket is keeping the wet in and prevents my running top drying out. I hang the jacket up and begin to dry out during the next lap. The sun is out, it's the first time I feel warm since arriving. It doesn't last, there's a severe hail shower where a lot of runners are caught out, including me. My jacket is still hanging up at camp so I get absolutely soaked, there's a massive thunder clap overhead, this is going to be some race.
The camp site is white with hail, it's so cold they're not melting away. I take my hail covered jacket and put it on once more, I consider it a wind break rather than water proof now. Quorn mini egg, scoof of water and carry on.
Galaxy chocolate coffees, I have two with me and they are amazing, I wish I had more. My strategy is working so far. It's five o'clock, one more lap then it's supper time. I consume an egg sandwich and lentil soup still hot from a flask, despite being filled 12 hours previous. I also have a flask of coffee which is a good temperature. This is the first race I've run where I actually have an appetite, I put it down to regular eating at the end of every lap.
Hot spot, so early on to have blister problems. It's not surprising, the hay field is water logged which gives runners a good foot spa every lap. I stop and get the first aid kit out. It's the only time I sit down during the 24 hours. Dry and Vaseline the feet, change of socks, round the sodden hay field and that's the good work undone, ah well, just push on.
During the next feed I decide to finish the flasks before they cool down, only my hands are wet and I've screwed the soup lid on too tight. I wrestle with it before deciding I'm losing too much time and choose something cold instead. I get the flask open next time I'm in.
The light is fading, time to judge when to put on the head torch, I don't want to be stumbling around in the dark. I switch it on but the light is dim. I have new batteries in my kit bag which is protected from the rain by a bin bag. Changing batteries is going to eat into precious time but I have no choice. Lashing rain, all bags open to the elements while I fumble with batteries and food then off I go again.
Come with me, I'll take you around a lap. It's dark now so everything changes and we have to focus on the small circle of light. From my feeding station the course is horseshoe shaped around the hayfield, a taped fence separates runners from tents. Watch your feet, it's undulating and flooded in places. Thank the tireless support crews who give encouragement and ring cow bells every time you pass, no matter what time.
There's a small grassy uphill as we leave the camp site. A tight turn and its a narrow stony downhill track to the 5 meter in/out shared part. Right turn and it's time to dodge puddles and mud. This is the wet section, don't worry it dries out later in the course. I get to know every puddle and which side is best to cross. Left turn, still on narrow trails with muddy puddles. One in particular is wide but grab the bushes for support and you can cross pretty much unscathed. If it was light you would see the loch to your right. The trail turns left, you get a short walk before joining the forest track. Turn right, get your head down and find the right running pace, you've a bit to run before going uphill. A couple of bends then you pass what's known as Ray's bench.
Keep going, this is a long section. The track turns left for a short uphill walk, start running again when you reach the wooden post. The track snakes along to a second short uphill walk, start running again when you reach the white stone. The track curves to the right before going uphill, the proper uphill. You can sometimes hear the water station from here, depending which marshals are on shift. Up we walk, past the red glow stick on the left and water station sign on the right. A bit further and we have reached an oasis, a drink of water every round, although sometimes other beverages are on offer. Come on, got to push on. There's still a long way uphill to go, we can run to the white reflector on the left hand side before walking again. There's a red glow stick on the left, start running uphill until you see another on the left. This one marks the top, run level for a short while, turn left and let gravity take over for the next ten minutes.
Downhill we make our way, over the concrete bridge and pass the 5 meter shared section. We now have a very short walk uphill, excuse me while I check my watch, this is where I check my times, I'm okay it's twenty to the hour I have a small time buffer. Turn left onto the granite steps, they are getting more painful to descend, then run through the car park acknowledging the encouragement before arriving at Ada's tent, don't forget to shout your number. There you have it, one circuit of Glenmore.
There's a runner going in the opposite direction, it's John Kynaston who gives much appreciated encouragement and support. Later on there's a powerful spotlight off the track to the left. Someone on an off road bicycle joins the route, it's Sean the medic, a reassuring presence patrolling the race.
Midnight is approaching. The 12's are about to finish. One hour before the end, a short loop around the camp site is created. Runners are given a tent peg with their number on it. Laps are counted until the finish air horn goes off. Runners stop and place the peg where they stand. The 12's are in full flow on the short lap when I get in. There's no time to watch and cheer them on as much as I would like to. Eat, drink, go.
I miss the 12's, the track is strangely quiet and empty. I consider putting on my mp3 player for the next round but decide against it, a) because I have no time to mess around and b) because I'm not really in the mood. It's the witching hour and my times are beginning to slip. Two minutes per lap doesn't sound much but it's eating into my buffer. The dark night goes on and on, dawn is delayed by bad weather. The new batteries are done so I grab the Phoenix hand torch for the last lap before light. It's playing up, the battery compartment is loose which blinks the torch off and on every time my arm swings forward and back.
I check my watch at the same place every lap, the times are getting close to the hour. If they hit the hour it will be all over, no 100 miles, just damage limitation.
My goal is getting harder to reach and I'm stiffening up, next round it's time for paracetamol. Stan and John are at the water station. They are confident I'll cover the required 24 miles in the remaining six hours, more confident than me. More wasted time opening the first aid kit and obtaining pain killers. Noanie is in camp and offers a hot drink, coffee would be nice I reply. Next time your round a thermal cup of coffee will be here, perfect timing.
Iv'e gone a short distance from camp when I hear the long blast of an air horn, the first person has reached 100 miles and it puts shivers up my spine. Right, I think to myself, the next runner that catches me up in the next ten minutes must be the race leader. I have a good idea who it is and right on cue John Duncan passes by. I congratulate John who is having a storming race then turn the attention to mine. Stomach issues are on the horizon, the next round requires a pit stop which could wreck my plans.
There's a Thermos mug waiting, nice hot sweet coffee, perfect. I nip into a portaloo, this is going to harm my time but needs must. I walk round the hayfield drinking the hot coffee before handing the cup back to Noanie. Another cup is arranged for the next lap before walking up the grassy slope. I look at my watch which is dead on seven o'clock. Iv'e all but given up on 100 miles, feeling tired and negative I turn to plan B, between 96 and 99 miles but this doesn't sit comfortably. Yes I'm exhausted and starting to walk some flat sections but all is not lost. If I can keep this lap to an hour that's eight o'clock with 16 miles to go. I need to get the safety buffer back and make sure I pass Ada before 11 o'clock for the last lap. If I miss this I'll be on the short circuit and under 100 miles. The next two laps will be crucial, I need 5 minutes quicker from each to give a ten minute buffer for the last two laps.
The Thermos is there, great much appreciated Noanie. I need pain killers again, Heather and Peter sort me out with fast acting tablets before I set off. I drink the coffee walking round the hayfield once more. I walk up the grass slope and give myself a good talking to. I've worked hard for this and I'm not settling for less than 100. I force myself to run the puddle section. Onto the long track now, get into a running pace and don't walk any of it. Water station and some great encouragement from Sandra. The downhill section is hurting but I try and let go to make up time. Three laps to go, I put in an order for tomato soup from Noanie, but no stopping. Same again, force the level running, walk the uphill's, run the downhill. I start to believe I can do this. Heather and Peter have the hot soup waiting, perfect timing. I manage to drink half walking round once more before handing the cup back to Noanie. It's the penultimate lap and I have one last request when I come through next, a coke, ultra runners rocket fuel.
Iv'e got the buffer I need but it's taken a lot out of me. Just hold this lap to an hour and it's in the bag, I think to myself. Through puddle alley then onto the long track, don't walk the flat sections. Walk the uphill, that's okay. Water stop, there's a coke flavour caffeine nun drink on offer which I gulp down. Downhill once more then past the timing tent for one more lap.
There's a bottle of coke waiting, nicely flattened. Peter accompanies me around the hay field while I drink the coke. It's time for the final lap, walking up the grass slope with Noanie and Peter I'm asked if I would like a support runner. Absolutely, who better than a fellow Double Cateran runner.
An hour and a quarter, that's how long we had to complete the last lap. Nice and easy but still no walking the flat sections. Walk the uphill's as normal, water stop then the quad bashing descent. Down the granite steps and there's a smile on my face. I can see the timing tent where I'm after one thing. As I approach, Ada shout's "are you ready George?" Damn right I'm ready. I throw my hands skyward in delight as the air horn announces 100 miles but I'm not done yet. The time is 1138 and the short loop is in operation. Keep going round the hayfield where I'm handed a tent peg with my number. The noise and support is incredible as all 24's circle the hayfield. The horn sounds out at midday and announces the end, I put my peg in the ground and make my way to the start along with the rest of the 24's. Iv'e just ran my farthest distance in 24 hours, what a result.
Team BAM, you've done it again. Another unique race I've had the privilege of taking part. Thanks to you and your team of dedicated marshals and helpers for organising this race, I'll be back for more next year, hopefully the legs will have recovered by then.
I'd also like to thank my impromptu support team who got me through the latter stages - Noanie, Heather and Peter, I owe you one.
Week ending Aug 31st. Tues 3, Wed 3, Sat 6. Weekly total 12 miles.
Tues 3, Wed 3, Sat/Sun 101. Weekly total 107 miles.
Memories rushed back as I drove past the camp site but my destination was a bit further on.
I round the corner and there's an impressive sight, Marquees, tents and camper vans have taken over the field, welcome to the Glenmore 12 and 24 trail race. This is my first time at Glenmore which is run by team BAM.
I'm guided to a tent pitch by George and his bike. As I park the car the rain falls heavier than ever. With a tent to pitch I sit in the car waiting for the downpour to ease off, which it does after 5 minutes. I put up the 2 berth tent and throw in a sleeping bag. If I have to use this my race has gone wrong. I register with Ada and return to the car for something to eat.
I'm here without support, Lynne and Skye couldn't make it. There's a marquee for unsupported runners where a couple of tables are set up. I'm just about to put in my "stuff" when I bump into Heather and Peter. They have a ringside pitch and kindly offer me space for my food and running gear.
At 1130 it's race briefing then the heavens open once more. With half an hour before race start everyone heads for shelter, the field is empty. I am wearing shorts, a long sleeve top, shower jacket, buff and gloves.
I sit shivering in the car and seriously consider putting on full wet weather gear but decide against it, surely the weather has to improve. At 1155 everyone makes their way to the start arch. I chat to a few friends then realise I am in the middle of the pack, I need to be at the back. Both 12 and 24 hour runners set off at midday.
My target is 100 miles, simple eh? Well not quite. I've never run the course before so don't know how long I'll take to do one lap. I'm doing the maths in my head as we start off. The loop is 4 miles, 13 minute miles with 8 minutes spare per lap to feed and hydrate. With 24 laps this would equal 96 and wouldn't be enough.
I decide to reassess my plan once the first lap is complete.
The trail is a bit congested until the field spreads out. The mud and puddles aren't too bad but I have a feeling this will change as the race progresses. I'm running with Jenni and Karen, two experienced Glenmore runners so I pick up some useful tips as we go along. My ancient shower proof jacket isn't shower proof at all, I can feel cold water running down my back. My long sleeve top is soaking, I am worried about core temperature. I don't want to faff about changing clothes so I'll just take it as it comes.
Water station, two miles in, a stroke of genius meaning runners don't have to carry water. There's a shift system on here, marshals changing over every 2 hours or so right through the night. This is the place for music, dancing, banter and good advice before heading uphill. Downhill to marshal Stan, the out lap shares around five meters of the in lap, he makes sure there is no confusion for the first couple of circuits. Then it's the home straight, through the car park to Ada in the timing tent. Shout my number and off I go again.
First lap, quorn mini egg and scoof of water = 50 minutes. Okay, I do some maths now and get the strategy going. From my original plan of one lap an hour I'll need to find an extra lap. A steady 50 minute circuit until 1700 will gain an hour. With 24 miles complete I'd have 76 miles to go in 19 hours, one lap an hour. I also intend doing another 50 minute lap at five o'clock so I can stop for something decent to eat, the race was on.
The rain stops but I'm still cold, the non shower proof jacket is keeping the wet in and prevents my running top drying out. I hang the jacket up and begin to dry out during the next lap. The sun is out, it's the first time I feel warm since arriving. It doesn't last, there's a severe hail shower where a lot of runners are caught out, including me. My jacket is still hanging up at camp so I get absolutely soaked, there's a massive thunder clap overhead, this is going to be some race.
The camp site is white with hail, it's so cold they're not melting away. I take my hail covered jacket and put it on once more, I consider it a wind break rather than water proof now. Quorn mini egg, scoof of water and carry on.
Galaxy chocolate coffees, I have two with me and they are amazing, I wish I had more. My strategy is working so far. It's five o'clock, one more lap then it's supper time. I consume an egg sandwich and lentil soup still hot from a flask, despite being filled 12 hours previous. I also have a flask of coffee which is a good temperature. This is the first race I've run where I actually have an appetite, I put it down to regular eating at the end of every lap.
Hot spot, so early on to have blister problems. It's not surprising, the hay field is water logged which gives runners a good foot spa every lap. I stop and get the first aid kit out. It's the only time I sit down during the 24 hours. Dry and Vaseline the feet, change of socks, round the sodden hay field and that's the good work undone, ah well, just push on.
During the next feed I decide to finish the flasks before they cool down, only my hands are wet and I've screwed the soup lid on too tight. I wrestle with it before deciding I'm losing too much time and choose something cold instead. I get the flask open next time I'm in.
The light is fading, time to judge when to put on the head torch, I don't want to be stumbling around in the dark. I switch it on but the light is dim. I have new batteries in my kit bag which is protected from the rain by a bin bag. Changing batteries is going to eat into precious time but I have no choice. Lashing rain, all bags open to the elements while I fumble with batteries and food then off I go again.
Come with me, I'll take you around a lap. It's dark now so everything changes and we have to focus on the small circle of light. From my feeding station the course is horseshoe shaped around the hayfield, a taped fence separates runners from tents. Watch your feet, it's undulating and flooded in places. Thank the tireless support crews who give encouragement and ring cow bells every time you pass, no matter what time.
There's a small grassy uphill as we leave the camp site. A tight turn and its a narrow stony downhill track to the 5 meter in/out shared part. Right turn and it's time to dodge puddles and mud. This is the wet section, don't worry it dries out later in the course. I get to know every puddle and which side is best to cross. Left turn, still on narrow trails with muddy puddles. One in particular is wide but grab the bushes for support and you can cross pretty much unscathed. If it was light you would see the loch to your right. The trail turns left, you get a short walk before joining the forest track. Turn right, get your head down and find the right running pace, you've a bit to run before going uphill. A couple of bends then you pass what's known as Ray's bench.
Keep going, this is a long section. The track turns left for a short uphill walk, start running again when you reach the wooden post. The track snakes along to a second short uphill walk, start running again when you reach the white stone. The track curves to the right before going uphill, the proper uphill. You can sometimes hear the water station from here, depending which marshals are on shift. Up we walk, past the red glow stick on the left and water station sign on the right. A bit further and we have reached an oasis, a drink of water every round, although sometimes other beverages are on offer. Come on, got to push on. There's still a long way uphill to go, we can run to the white reflector on the left hand side before walking again. There's a red glow stick on the left, start running uphill until you see another on the left. This one marks the top, run level for a short while, turn left and let gravity take over for the next ten minutes.
Downhill we make our way, over the concrete bridge and pass the 5 meter shared section. We now have a very short walk uphill, excuse me while I check my watch, this is where I check my times, I'm okay it's twenty to the hour I have a small time buffer. Turn left onto the granite steps, they are getting more painful to descend, then run through the car park acknowledging the encouragement before arriving at Ada's tent, don't forget to shout your number. There you have it, one circuit of Glenmore.
There's a runner going in the opposite direction, it's John Kynaston who gives much appreciated encouragement and support. Later on there's a powerful spotlight off the track to the left. Someone on an off road bicycle joins the route, it's Sean the medic, a reassuring presence patrolling the race.
Midnight is approaching. The 12's are about to finish. One hour before the end, a short loop around the camp site is created. Runners are given a tent peg with their number on it. Laps are counted until the finish air horn goes off. Runners stop and place the peg where they stand. The 12's are in full flow on the short lap when I get in. There's no time to watch and cheer them on as much as I would like to. Eat, drink, go.
I miss the 12's, the track is strangely quiet and empty. I consider putting on my mp3 player for the next round but decide against it, a) because I have no time to mess around and b) because I'm not really in the mood. It's the witching hour and my times are beginning to slip. Two minutes per lap doesn't sound much but it's eating into my buffer. The dark night goes on and on, dawn is delayed by bad weather. The new batteries are done so I grab the Phoenix hand torch for the last lap before light. It's playing up, the battery compartment is loose which blinks the torch off and on every time my arm swings forward and back.
I check my watch at the same place every lap, the times are getting close to the hour. If they hit the hour it will be all over, no 100 miles, just damage limitation.
My goal is getting harder to reach and I'm stiffening up, next round it's time for paracetamol. Stan and John are at the water station. They are confident I'll cover the required 24 miles in the remaining six hours, more confident than me. More wasted time opening the first aid kit and obtaining pain killers. Noanie is in camp and offers a hot drink, coffee would be nice I reply. Next time your round a thermal cup of coffee will be here, perfect timing.
Iv'e gone a short distance from camp when I hear the long blast of an air horn, the first person has reached 100 miles and it puts shivers up my spine. Right, I think to myself, the next runner that catches me up in the next ten minutes must be the race leader. I have a good idea who it is and right on cue John Duncan passes by. I congratulate John who is having a storming race then turn the attention to mine. Stomach issues are on the horizon, the next round requires a pit stop which could wreck my plans.
There's a Thermos mug waiting, nice hot sweet coffee, perfect. I nip into a portaloo, this is going to harm my time but needs must. I walk round the hayfield drinking the hot coffee before handing the cup back to Noanie. Another cup is arranged for the next lap before walking up the grassy slope. I look at my watch which is dead on seven o'clock. Iv'e all but given up on 100 miles, feeling tired and negative I turn to plan B, between 96 and 99 miles but this doesn't sit comfortably. Yes I'm exhausted and starting to walk some flat sections but all is not lost. If I can keep this lap to an hour that's eight o'clock with 16 miles to go. I need to get the safety buffer back and make sure I pass Ada before 11 o'clock for the last lap. If I miss this I'll be on the short circuit and under 100 miles. The next two laps will be crucial, I need 5 minutes quicker from each to give a ten minute buffer for the last two laps.
The Thermos is there, great much appreciated Noanie. I need pain killers again, Heather and Peter sort me out with fast acting tablets before I set off. I drink the coffee walking round the hayfield once more. I walk up the grass slope and give myself a good talking to. I've worked hard for this and I'm not settling for less than 100. I force myself to run the puddle section. Onto the long track now, get into a running pace and don't walk any of it. Water station and some great encouragement from Sandra. The downhill section is hurting but I try and let go to make up time. Three laps to go, I put in an order for tomato soup from Noanie, but no stopping. Same again, force the level running, walk the uphill's, run the downhill. I start to believe I can do this. Heather and Peter have the hot soup waiting, perfect timing. I manage to drink half walking round once more before handing the cup back to Noanie. It's the penultimate lap and I have one last request when I come through next, a coke, ultra runners rocket fuel.
Iv'e got the buffer I need but it's taken a lot out of me. Just hold this lap to an hour and it's in the bag, I think to myself. Through puddle alley then onto the long track, don't walk the flat sections. Walk the uphill, that's okay. Water stop, there's a coke flavour caffeine nun drink on offer which I gulp down. Downhill once more then past the timing tent for one more lap.
There's a bottle of coke waiting, nicely flattened. Peter accompanies me around the hay field while I drink the coke. It's time for the final lap, walking up the grass slope with Noanie and Peter I'm asked if I would like a support runner. Absolutely, who better than a fellow Double Cateran runner.
An hour and a quarter, that's how long we had to complete the last lap. Nice and easy but still no walking the flat sections. Walk the uphill's as normal, water stop then the quad bashing descent. Down the granite steps and there's a smile on my face. I can see the timing tent where I'm after one thing. As I approach, Ada shout's "are you ready George?" Damn right I'm ready. I throw my hands skyward in delight as the air horn announces 100 miles but I'm not done yet. The time is 1138 and the short loop is in operation. Keep going round the hayfield where I'm handed a tent peg with my number. The noise and support is incredible as all 24's circle the hayfield. The horn sounds out at midday and announces the end, I put my peg in the ground and make my way to the start along with the rest of the 24's. Iv'e just ran my farthest distance in 24 hours, what a result.
Team BAM, you've done it again. Another unique race I've had the privilege of taking part. Thanks to you and your team of dedicated marshals and helpers for organising this race, I'll be back for more next year, hopefully the legs will have recovered by then.
I'd also like to thank my impromptu support team who got me through the latter stages - Noanie, Heather and Peter, I owe you one.
Week ending Aug 31st. Tues 3, Wed 3, Sat 6. Weekly total 12 miles.
Tues 3, Wed 3, Sat/Sun 101. Weekly total 107 miles.
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Speyside Way Ultra
This was my third race at Speyside, a lack of training meant I was very nervous during the run up. The ankle niggle re-appeared, zero miles were completed leading to the race. My plan to junk the watch and run by how I felt fell apart somewhere on Ben Aigan.
I must be getting old, I'm really enjoying coach trips at the start of ultra races. The weather was looking perfect as we meandered up to Ballindalloch. The bus was very warm, I could easily have fallen asleep. We arrived and were piped off the bus, a nice touch. There was a bit of time to kill, I tried uploading to FB but had a weak phone signal.
At nine o'clock over ninety runners set off past the piper and made their way to Buckie. The disused railway line was very muddy in places. We struggled for grip, especially on the suspension bridges. This is a really nice route crossing ravines with streams tumbling down to the Spey.
The field spread out and I felt very comfortable. It was early in the race and there was no sign of how bad I would be later on. I crossed a bridge where one of the marshals handed out jelly babies. I took two looking to try and keep my energy levels up. The light along this track was beautiful as it shone through the leafy trail, shafts of sunlight in contrast to shadow where the trees made a canopy. There's a tunnel, although short it's dark and the ground is a bit uneven. Care had to be taken here, I was using Hoka Mafate today due to the ankle issue. After the tunnel I knew the first of two checkpoints was approaching which was just as well, I was needing something to eat.
Heather was here who kindly fetched my food while I refilled with water. Boiled potatoes were scoffed, I pocketed plain crisps and a double decker. The hills begin after the checkpoint, I started eating the crisps and was immediately passed by a few runners. I couldn't have that and immediately started running up the hills. This was a big mistake, I knew I would pay for it later on but that didn't stop me.
Onto the forest road now and more uphill running only this time I walked a wee while to eat the chocolate bar. This wouldn't go down so I began to feel a bit rough, in fact this is where things went downhill.
Some nice chat with a few runners before arriving at what is affectionately known as Mordor.
I can hear the Killers ahead, they've either come all the way to Speyside to play a gig or it's Jenni Coelho and her gang providing a water stop. Needless to say it was the latter which was much appreciated. A quick water and cola before heading down the treacherous and slippy slope. This is a really nice track with a great view over the Spey and surrounding countryside. It also has some huge Fungi of all sorts including the proper red capped variety. I make a mental note to come back with the SLR and take some photos.
I felt tired as the route levelled off, it was a quick transformation from being comfortable to being rough, maybe something to do with Ben Aigan. A good few road miles were required to reach checkpoint number two, I couldn't keep a steady pace and began walking some of the time. This annoyed me as it was on the flat. Eventually I reached the checkpoint after being passed by a few runners. Boiled potatoes? No. Crisps? No. I drank a lot of water before pocketing a chocolate bar and heading off. Only 13 miles to go.
Downhill to Fochabers, passed by another few runners here, my apologies, I wasn't the best of company.
A few walking breaks through the town before going under the A96 bypass. Another really nice section, through the forest and alongside the river once more. I watched the water as it flowed toward the Moray Firth. It's one of the fastest flowing rivers in Britain and it's going quicker than me.
The track heads for Spey Bay where I walked for long sections. I was done in by now. So much for a comfortable sight seeing well paced ultra. There's a marshal standing by his car who offers water. It's gratefully accepted as I can't stand the electrolyte drink in my water bottle. Right, "time for music" I thought to myself. With no headphones packed I played King Creosote through the i phone speaker. As slow and deep this album was it got me running again.
Spey Bay and more water from the lovely marshals. Around six miles to go and I'm not in great shape despite the music. Another beautiful trail through woods then it's a very long straight to Port Gordon.
I could see a runner in the distance but there was no catching up. I dare not look back, I didn't want to be passed by any more runners. There's a gate at the end of the straight, I looked back. Blast! Runners are catching me up. I'm determined not to lose any more places and run as much as possible.
Through Port Gordon where I declined the kind offer of sweets from a marshal, I really couldn't face eating anything. The seals are here, I count ten wallowing on the rocks. Buckie, along the narrow pavement I ran playing Leona Lewis "Run" funny enough. About a mile to go, no one passed as I made my way to the finish. It's a cruel end, uphill to the square and over the line.
I was drained and exhausted but a finish is a finish. This race taught me a lesson - the miles have to be put in at training to run an ultra well, there are no short cuts. My miles have been very low over summer and it showed.
I'd like to thank Sarah Louise Grigor and all the marshals for organising a great ultra in a beautiful part of the world, the message boards of encouragement throughout the race were a great touch.
Mon 03, Sat 36. Weekly total 39 miles.
I must be getting old, I'm really enjoying coach trips at the start of ultra races. The weather was looking perfect as we meandered up to Ballindalloch. The bus was very warm, I could easily have fallen asleep. We arrived and were piped off the bus, a nice touch. There was a bit of time to kill, I tried uploading to FB but had a weak phone signal.
At nine o'clock over ninety runners set off past the piper and made their way to Buckie. The disused railway line was very muddy in places. We struggled for grip, especially on the suspension bridges. This is a really nice route crossing ravines with streams tumbling down to the Spey.
The field spread out and I felt very comfortable. It was early in the race and there was no sign of how bad I would be later on. I crossed a bridge where one of the marshals handed out jelly babies. I took two looking to try and keep my energy levels up. The light along this track was beautiful as it shone through the leafy trail, shafts of sunlight in contrast to shadow where the trees made a canopy. There's a tunnel, although short it's dark and the ground is a bit uneven. Care had to be taken here, I was using Hoka Mafate today due to the ankle issue. After the tunnel I knew the first of two checkpoints was approaching which was just as well, I was needing something to eat.
Heather was here who kindly fetched my food while I refilled with water. Boiled potatoes were scoffed, I pocketed plain crisps and a double decker. The hills begin after the checkpoint, I started eating the crisps and was immediately passed by a few runners. I couldn't have that and immediately started running up the hills. This was a big mistake, I knew I would pay for it later on but that didn't stop me.
Onto the forest road now and more uphill running only this time I walked a wee while to eat the chocolate bar. This wouldn't go down so I began to feel a bit rough, in fact this is where things went downhill.
Some nice chat with a few runners before arriving at what is affectionately known as Mordor.
I can hear the Killers ahead, they've either come all the way to Speyside to play a gig or it's Jenni Coelho and her gang providing a water stop. Needless to say it was the latter which was much appreciated. A quick water and cola before heading down the treacherous and slippy slope. This is a really nice track with a great view over the Spey and surrounding countryside. It also has some huge Fungi of all sorts including the proper red capped variety. I make a mental note to come back with the SLR and take some photos.
I felt tired as the route levelled off, it was a quick transformation from being comfortable to being rough, maybe something to do with Ben Aigan. A good few road miles were required to reach checkpoint number two, I couldn't keep a steady pace and began walking some of the time. This annoyed me as it was on the flat. Eventually I reached the checkpoint after being passed by a few runners. Boiled potatoes? No. Crisps? No. I drank a lot of water before pocketing a chocolate bar and heading off. Only 13 miles to go.
Downhill to Fochabers, passed by another few runners here, my apologies, I wasn't the best of company.
A few walking breaks through the town before going under the A96 bypass. Another really nice section, through the forest and alongside the river once more. I watched the water as it flowed toward the Moray Firth. It's one of the fastest flowing rivers in Britain and it's going quicker than me.
The track heads for Spey Bay where I walked for long sections. I was done in by now. So much for a comfortable sight seeing well paced ultra. There's a marshal standing by his car who offers water. It's gratefully accepted as I can't stand the electrolyte drink in my water bottle. Right, "time for music" I thought to myself. With no headphones packed I played King Creosote through the i phone speaker. As slow and deep this album was it got me running again.
Spey Bay and more water from the lovely marshals. Around six miles to go and I'm not in great shape despite the music. Another beautiful trail through woods then it's a very long straight to Port Gordon.
I could see a runner in the distance but there was no catching up. I dare not look back, I didn't want to be passed by any more runners. There's a gate at the end of the straight, I looked back. Blast! Runners are catching me up. I'm determined not to lose any more places and run as much as possible.
Through Port Gordon where I declined the kind offer of sweets from a marshal, I really couldn't face eating anything. The seals are here, I count ten wallowing on the rocks. Buckie, along the narrow pavement I ran playing Leona Lewis "Run" funny enough. About a mile to go, no one passed as I made my way to the finish. It's a cruel end, uphill to the square and over the line.
I was drained and exhausted but a finish is a finish. This race taught me a lesson - the miles have to be put in at training to run an ultra well, there are no short cuts. My miles have been very low over summer and it showed.
I'd like to thank Sarah Louise Grigor and all the marshals for organising a great ultra in a beautiful part of the world, the message boards of encouragement throughout the race were a great touch.
Mon 03, Sat 36. Weekly total 39 miles.
Monday, 18 August 2014
Update
Thought I'd better pick up the laptop and blow the dust off my diary, a bit like my running really. Once again I've struggled to keep going through the summer months. After the disappointment of missing my holiday race, the feet recovered enough to do a 14 mile run to Naudech, a couple of days before returning home. It was a small consolidation and a fraction of the miles I intended putting in on holiday.
Things didn't improve once home, an ankle niggle meant a zero mile week and serious loss of motivation.
The Post Fling training run and BBQ came along just in time. Seven circuits of a really nice three mile course was just what was needed, that and a few social drinks in great company.
The low miles have returned though, and this just before my next race - The Speyside Way. I'm not expecting a great race with so few miles done in training, think I'll dump the watch and run by feel again.
Just two weeks after Speyside is the G24 and to be honest I'm not too sure of this one. This was supposed to be a more relaxed time for support crew but a clash in dates means I'll be doing this alone. I've only just realised accommodation will have to be booked after the race, I won't be fit to drive home after running 24 hours.
It's been a sad day for my favourite race, the Spittal of Glenshee Hotel has burnt down. This has been Cateran Ultra headquarters for a long time. The best ultra race finish is no more. Good luck to Karen the RD in finding another race venue and keeping the Cateran Ultra going, I'll be there whatever the arrangement.
I've not forgotten about my East to West challenge. I am running out of time to do it this year. I've been thinking of attempting it in October, but with only around 12 hours daylight available this could be a tall order. On the flip side, Autumn is my favourite season and where better to experience fall than the forests of Speyside.
Week ending 27th July - Tues 5, Thurs 5, Sat 14. Weekly total 24 miles.
Week ending 03rd Aug - 0 miles.
Week ending 10th Aug - Mon 4, Tues 4, Wed 4, Thurs 4, Sat 21. Weekly total 37 miles.
Tues 3, Thurs 3, Sun 3. Weekly total 9 miles.
Things didn't improve once home, an ankle niggle meant a zero mile week and serious loss of motivation.
The Post Fling training run and BBQ came along just in time. Seven circuits of a really nice three mile course was just what was needed, that and a few social drinks in great company.
The low miles have returned though, and this just before my next race - The Speyside Way. I'm not expecting a great race with so few miles done in training, think I'll dump the watch and run by feel again.
Just two weeks after Speyside is the G24 and to be honest I'm not too sure of this one. This was supposed to be a more relaxed time for support crew but a clash in dates means I'll be doing this alone. I've only just realised accommodation will have to be booked after the race, I won't be fit to drive home after running 24 hours.
It's been a sad day for my favourite race, the Spittal of Glenshee Hotel has burnt down. This has been Cateran Ultra headquarters for a long time. The best ultra race finish is no more. Good luck to Karen the RD in finding another race venue and keeping the Cateran Ultra going, I'll be there whatever the arrangement.
I've not forgotten about my East to West challenge. I am running out of time to do it this year. I've been thinking of attempting it in October, but with only around 12 hours daylight available this could be a tall order. On the flip side, Autumn is my favourite season and where better to experience fall than the forests of Speyside.
Week ending 27th July - Tues 5, Thurs 5, Sat 14. Weekly total 24 miles.
Week ending 03rd Aug - 0 miles.
Week ending 10th Aug - Mon 4, Tues 4, Wed 4, Thurs 4, Sat 21. Weekly total 37 miles.
Tues 3, Thurs 3, Sun 3. Weekly total 9 miles.
Sunday, 20 July 2014
Stupidity
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.
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, 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.
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