I'm struggling to match the training program. Week four was okay, a 20 mile long run meant only one mile under the total. Last week was supposed to be a fairly easy week but I managed to make a meal of it. A week totalling 28 didn't start well, I just couldn't be bothered with the Tuesday three. A dismal run home from work (only 3 miles) in the pouring rain dodging vehicles in the dark wasn't the best run I've had.
Things didn't improve at the weekend where I just couldn't fit in a long run. In the end I settled for three short runs but just couldn't make it out for a fourth, settling for some core strength exercises instead.
I think I'm bored of the cold, dark and all too familiar local roads which have been my training ground this winter. I think it's time to find a different training area, if I can be bothered.
Week ending 31st Jan - Tues 5, Thurs 5, Sat 20. Weekly total 30 miles.
Thurs 3, Sat 4 & 5, Sun 7. Weekly total 19 miles.
Monday, 8 February 2016
Sunday, 24 January 2016
Weeks 1,2 and 3
I've browsed various ultra training programs and settled on the "eRunningGuide" for 100 mile first timers. The deciding factor was running mostly four days a week rather than my usual five. I'm not being lazy or shirking the effort required for a WHW race, the total mileage is roughly on par with the Ultra Ladies program. This one is still based on the weekend back to back method and sometimes Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I figured this program would fit in with a busy work schedule, running mostly at the weekend. It will leave a midweek evening free where I can concentrate on core strength, either at home or in the gym.
With all this in place, I started off on the back foot with a shortage of miles on the first two weeks. Adverse weather cut short a six miler where ice skates would have been more suitable than running shoes (I don't own a set of spikes), common sense made me return home before I injured myself. A busy schedule did it's best to upset my plans, succeeding in week two but a 13 mile Saturday and Sunday means this weeks target has been met.
My latest purchase is a pair of Saucony Xodus 6 trail shoes, it's been a long time since I've worn shoes other than Hokas. With such an aggressive tread, I'll report on these when I get onto some proper trails.
Week ending Jan 10th - Tues 3, Thurs 3, Sat 12. Weekly total 18 miles.
Week ending Jan 17th - Tues 3, Thurs 3, Sat 15, Sun 3. Weekly total 24 miles.
Tues 3, Sat 13, Sun 13. Weekly total 29 miles.
With all this in place, I started off on the back foot with a shortage of miles on the first two weeks. Adverse weather cut short a six miler where ice skates would have been more suitable than running shoes (I don't own a set of spikes), common sense made me return home before I injured myself. A busy schedule did it's best to upset my plans, succeeding in week two but a 13 mile Saturday and Sunday means this weeks target has been met.
My latest purchase is a pair of Saucony Xodus 6 trail shoes, it's been a long time since I've worn shoes other than Hokas. With such an aggressive tread, I'll report on these when I get onto some proper trails.
Week ending Jan 10th - Tues 3, Thurs 3, Sat 12. Weekly total 18 miles.
Week ending Jan 17th - Tues 3, Thurs 3, Sat 15, Sun 3. Weekly total 24 miles.
Tues 3, Sat 13, Sun 13. Weekly total 29 miles.
Sunday, 3 January 2016
2016
2015 turned out to be a bit of a roller coaster, both personal and running. Without a doubt the two running highlights were completion of the Double Cateran and an unexpected 105 miles at the Glenmore 24. There was a price to pay though, a long recovery was required after the DC110 and a two month injury after the G24 took the wind out of my sails. The extended recoveries after long ultras were probably caused by under training and a lack of core strength, something I must sort out for 2016.
I was disappointed to miss the Jedburgh Ultra but enjoyed being part of the team, I'll have to marshal at another race this year. The Glen Ogle 33 was a pleasant surprise to round off my race events, then it was time for Marcothon, a very easy December run mostly around my local roads.
I joined the group 2015 in 2015 and was on target until the DC110. Recovery after long races meant I quickly realised 2015 miles was unrealistic, eventually totalling 1329 miles.
I really enjoyed crewing for Richard at the WHW race in June which probably swayed the decision for me to run the WHW rather than DC110 this year.
So here's what is on the go for 2016.
Confirmed entries -
12th March D33
30th April Highland Fling
14th May Cateran 55
18th June West Highland Way
Probabilities -
Devil o the Highlands (first time)
Speyside Way
Glenmore 24 (on the waiting list)
Jedburgh 3 peaks
Glen Ogle 33
For the past few years I have used the Ultra Ladies 100 mile event training program. I still have not decided on a training plan as yet, but whatever plan I use, I'll need to be disciplined in doing core strength exercises.
Simmering in the background is still my East to West challenge, it's not gone away but won't be attempted till possibly 2017 which just happens to be when I'm fifty.
So here's to 2016, happy new year everyone, may it be a good one.
November 43 miles.
December 74 miles.
I was disappointed to miss the Jedburgh Ultra but enjoyed being part of the team, I'll have to marshal at another race this year. The Glen Ogle 33 was a pleasant surprise to round off my race events, then it was time for Marcothon, a very easy December run mostly around my local roads.
I joined the group 2015 in 2015 and was on target until the DC110. Recovery after long races meant I quickly realised 2015 miles was unrealistic, eventually totalling 1329 miles.
I really enjoyed crewing for Richard at the WHW race in June which probably swayed the decision for me to run the WHW rather than DC110 this year.
So here's what is on the go for 2016.
Confirmed entries -
12th March D33
30th April Highland Fling
14th May Cateran 55
18th June West Highland Way
Probabilities -
Devil o the Highlands (first time)
Speyside Way
Glenmore 24 (on the waiting list)
Jedburgh 3 peaks
Glen Ogle 33
For the past few years I have used the Ultra Ladies 100 mile event training program. I still have not decided on a training plan as yet, but whatever plan I use, I'll need to be disciplined in doing core strength exercises.
Simmering in the background is still my East to West challenge, it's not gone away but won't be attempted till possibly 2017 which just happens to be when I'm fifty.
So here's to 2016, happy new year everyone, may it be a good one.
November 43 miles.
December 74 miles.
Sunday, 8 November 2015
Glen Ogle 33 race report, by Georges brain
Things were going swimmingly well, recovering from a torn ankle ligament meant chocolate biscuits, crisps, peanuts and beers whenever I wanted. I'd give him the order and off he'd trot to fulfil my request. I managed to stop him from running, convincing him he needed to rest and recover rather than run in the dark. I even managed to dissuade him from doing ankle strengthening exercises, the wobble board stayed firmly packed away while we lounged on the sofa watching tv.
Things went downhill on Friday though, my life of excess and slumber came to an abrupt halt. I knew he hadn't withdrawn from the GO33 but I wasn't too concerned as time went on. There wasn't the usual pre ultra activity of drop bag packing or looking out the required kit. I convinced him the seven hour round trip and early departure wasn't worth it, plus he'd only ran 15 miles in two months.
We came home from work, I gave him the usual Friday night order - it's the weekend, go get a beer. He reached into the cupboard and took out a North Face water bottle. WTF? I said a beer, you've made a mistake, put it back! He didn't put it back, instead we spent the next two hours arguing as he dug out a back pack, running kit, a foil blanket and food. I told him this was not on, he was forsaking a Friday night of beers and Saturday morning long-lie to shuffle in the rain.
I'll foil this in the morning, the alarm was set for 3 o'clock, there's no way he'll get up at that time. Sure enough the iphone chimed at 3, switch it off and turn over , that's my boy, time for some serious sleep. 0320 and up he gets, I almost had him, he almost fell into a deep sleep before getting up. You're going to pay for this, I'm going to make your race hell for going against my wishes Georgey boy.
I sat in the corner mulling things over while he drove to Killin, there was a glimmer of hope when he got lost at Dunkeld but google maps soon had him on the right road along Loch Tay. We were directed to park at a grass field in Killin, he could barely contain his excitement.
Yeah yeah, go and register and chat with your like minded ultra buddies, I'll just sit and wait.
So off we went, through the main street of Killin, we all disrupted local traffic as hundreds of runners ran past the Falls of Dochert. As vehicles slowly followed behind runners I managed to sneak in some negative vibes, telling him he's not fit enough and could hardly keep up. I felt the relief as he turned off the road and hit the uphill forest section.
And so I began my assault, I called on lungs to restrict oxygen. He struggled to get into a rhythm while I suggested turning back. It wasn't too far to turn back and call it a day, after all he hadn't trained for this. He wouldn't listen though and carried on panting up the steep trail.
We eventually reached the forest summit, he was stubborn, and began the descent to checkpoint one. It was time to throw another spanner in the works, bowels, do your stuff and stop this nonsense. What do you mean there's nothing you can do?? If I can rely on anything to ruin a race it's the runners trots! He went before the start? Damn it!
Escorted across the road and straight through the checkpoint he went, still dragging me along. He's enjoying this now, the spectacular view from the railway line down Glen Ogle keeps a spring in his step but I'm not finished yet, I have more disruption planned.
At least I can rely on someone in my quest to stop this run, hip flexors step forward and take a bow. Lack of training meant something had to give, look how he runs like John Wayne, keep up the good work.
Checkpoint two and he had the audacity to run straight through, Mr smarty pants has carried all he needed. Just after the checkpoint he consumed a boiled egg and packet of crisps, stomach, I'll be calling on your services soon.
He was really hurting on these road miles, not only that but a fellow runner told him we have to run back up Glen Ogle. It was time to ping in some negativity and break his spirit, especially as it started to rain.
He likes autumn, soft golden pine needle covered trails, leaves displaying colours from green through to copper, mist rising from lochs and rivers, I couldn't have this positivity, time to call on my old pal stomach to break things up. Come on, where is the nausea? Threaten to throw up! Refuse to take any form of food. What do you mean you're fine? Oh yes, you know who your friends are, just sit in the corner and consume the eggs, cheese, crisps and twix, I'm all right jack eh? Don't forget it's me who looked after you and got you to this size. Don't come running to me when he decides to start a training regime, you and I are finished.
He was not in a good place, the penultimate checkpoint came and went, then back up Glen Ogle. It was a steady incline and all I had left to disrupt the race was muscles and tendons. The hip flexors were doing a good job but I needed something else to chuck a spanner in the works. With seven miles to go, step forward my old pal, Achilles tendon. Achilles tendon last disrupted running back in 2007 which sidelined him for five weeks, this was a pain he was not going to take chances with. In fact he thought his race was over and so I thought I won before he stopped at the side of the trail and took his shoe off. He must have applied the physio tape too tight which affected the tendon. He removed the tape, put the shoe back on and almost danced up the trail, the pain was gone and I was running out of ideas.
Final checkpoint, some familiar faces including one of the race directors - Bill. Coke, he was needing coke but all that was left was a dribble at the bottom of a bottle, ha ha. He was kicked out of the checkpoint for the last, mostly downhill 4 miles of the race. I made it as uncomfortable as possible, downhill comes as a blessing for most runners but not for Georgey boy today. With aches and pains he made his way down being passed by countless runners and willing for the finish.
Back through Killin he dragged me, on the pavements this time towards the park, then a circuit round the park before running under the finish arch and another ultra medal, one he didn't think was possible after injury.
So thanks a bunch Bill and Mike. Thanks to you and your team of BAM volunteers putting on a great race, George had an amazing time and got his mojo back. He's going to start training again and is talking about doing Marcothon... mmmbbbwwwaaaa..... :-( :-(
Saturday 33. Weekly total 33 miles,
Things went downhill on Friday though, my life of excess and slumber came to an abrupt halt. I knew he hadn't withdrawn from the GO33 but I wasn't too concerned as time went on. There wasn't the usual pre ultra activity of drop bag packing or looking out the required kit. I convinced him the seven hour round trip and early departure wasn't worth it, plus he'd only ran 15 miles in two months.
We came home from work, I gave him the usual Friday night order - it's the weekend, go get a beer. He reached into the cupboard and took out a North Face water bottle. WTF? I said a beer, you've made a mistake, put it back! He didn't put it back, instead we spent the next two hours arguing as he dug out a back pack, running kit, a foil blanket and food. I told him this was not on, he was forsaking a Friday night of beers and Saturday morning long-lie to shuffle in the rain.
I'll foil this in the morning, the alarm was set for 3 o'clock, there's no way he'll get up at that time. Sure enough the iphone chimed at 3, switch it off and turn over , that's my boy, time for some serious sleep. 0320 and up he gets, I almost had him, he almost fell into a deep sleep before getting up. You're going to pay for this, I'm going to make your race hell for going against my wishes Georgey boy.
I sat in the corner mulling things over while he drove to Killin, there was a glimmer of hope when he got lost at Dunkeld but google maps soon had him on the right road along Loch Tay. We were directed to park at a grass field in Killin, he could barely contain his excitement.
Yeah yeah, go and register and chat with your like minded ultra buddies, I'll just sit and wait.
So off we went, through the main street of Killin, we all disrupted local traffic as hundreds of runners ran past the Falls of Dochert. As vehicles slowly followed behind runners I managed to sneak in some negative vibes, telling him he's not fit enough and could hardly keep up. I felt the relief as he turned off the road and hit the uphill forest section.
And so I began my assault, I called on lungs to restrict oxygen. He struggled to get into a rhythm while I suggested turning back. It wasn't too far to turn back and call it a day, after all he hadn't trained for this. He wouldn't listen though and carried on panting up the steep trail.
We eventually reached the forest summit, he was stubborn, and began the descent to checkpoint one. It was time to throw another spanner in the works, bowels, do your stuff and stop this nonsense. What do you mean there's nothing you can do?? If I can rely on anything to ruin a race it's the runners trots! He went before the start? Damn it!
Escorted across the road and straight through the checkpoint he went, still dragging me along. He's enjoying this now, the spectacular view from the railway line down Glen Ogle keeps a spring in his step but I'm not finished yet, I have more disruption planned.
At least I can rely on someone in my quest to stop this run, hip flexors step forward and take a bow. Lack of training meant something had to give, look how he runs like John Wayne, keep up the good work.
Checkpoint two and he had the audacity to run straight through, Mr smarty pants has carried all he needed. Just after the checkpoint he consumed a boiled egg and packet of crisps, stomach, I'll be calling on your services soon.
He was really hurting on these road miles, not only that but a fellow runner told him we have to run back up Glen Ogle. It was time to ping in some negativity and break his spirit, especially as it started to rain.
He likes autumn, soft golden pine needle covered trails, leaves displaying colours from green through to copper, mist rising from lochs and rivers, I couldn't have this positivity, time to call on my old pal stomach to break things up. Come on, where is the nausea? Threaten to throw up! Refuse to take any form of food. What do you mean you're fine? Oh yes, you know who your friends are, just sit in the corner and consume the eggs, cheese, crisps and twix, I'm all right jack eh? Don't forget it's me who looked after you and got you to this size. Don't come running to me when he decides to start a training regime, you and I are finished.
He was not in a good place, the penultimate checkpoint came and went, then back up Glen Ogle. It was a steady incline and all I had left to disrupt the race was muscles and tendons. The hip flexors were doing a good job but I needed something else to chuck a spanner in the works. With seven miles to go, step forward my old pal, Achilles tendon. Achilles tendon last disrupted running back in 2007 which sidelined him for five weeks, this was a pain he was not going to take chances with. In fact he thought his race was over and so I thought I won before he stopped at the side of the trail and took his shoe off. He must have applied the physio tape too tight which affected the tendon. He removed the tape, put the shoe back on and almost danced up the trail, the pain was gone and I was running out of ideas.
Final checkpoint, some familiar faces including one of the race directors - Bill. Coke, he was needing coke but all that was left was a dribble at the bottom of a bottle, ha ha. He was kicked out of the checkpoint for the last, mostly downhill 4 miles of the race. I made it as uncomfortable as possible, downhill comes as a blessing for most runners but not for Georgey boy today. With aches and pains he made his way down being passed by countless runners and willing for the finish.
Back through Killin he dragged me, on the pavements this time towards the park, then a circuit round the park before running under the finish arch and another ultra medal, one he didn't think was possible after injury.
So thanks a bunch Bill and Mike. Thanks to you and your team of BAM volunteers putting on a great race, George had an amazing time and got his mojo back. He's going to start training again and is talking about doing Marcothon... mmmbbbwwwaaaa..... :-( :-(
Saturday 33. Weekly total 33 miles,
Sunday, 1 November 2015
Jedburgh Running Festival
I didn't quite get off with my G24 "smash and grab". After the race, although I could put weight on my right foot, it was very swollen and painful to drive. RICE didn't seem to calm it down and with an impending visit to Pulpit Rock I visited the doc.
Tendinitis was the diagnosis, so off I went thinking a few weeks rest and I'll be back running. Pulpit Rock was spectacular, with walkers and runners of all abilities making the trek.
4 weeks after the G24 and with the Jedburgh ultra looming I ventured out, a nice easy 4 mile run. The ankle still was not right and swelled up once more. I called the physio who managed to squeeze in an appointment at short notice.
"What took you so long to get in touch?" was the question before a really thorough examination of the ankle. I was hoping it would just get better with rest, that and trying to fit the appointment in around work.
I got the news I was expecting, no running and certainly not my last two ultra races of the year. A torn ankle ligament, so off I went with instructions to get the foot compressed, cooled and get the swelling down before the next appointment and we'll take it from there.
I withdrew from the Jedburgh ultra and volunteered to marshal. I couldn't bring myself round to withdraw from the GO33 as it seemed a while away.
Two weeks later and a positive visit, the ankle was better. I was shown how to support with tape and given the green light to run, short distances on road I must add. A set of strengthening exercises, wobble board and tape are now part of my running team, for the time being anyway.
It's been a good few years since I ran a 10k, I don't really enjoy frantic all out running but I entered the Jedburgh 10k as an incentive to get going again and felt rather apprehensive.
Team Chalmers packed the van and headed south, a couple of days at the stunning Northumbrian coast before heading across to Jedburgh for the running weekend.
The borders were at their best in the autumn sun. We pitched at the camp site then geocached around Jedburgh before visiting the impressive abbey.
Our duties were to marshal checkpoint 2 of the ultra, just before hitting the three peaks. The route looked stunning and for the first time I really missed not running the ultra. The weather was very wet for a while before clearing up. The marshals, led by Helen, got to work preparing the checkpoint before getting to action stations as first of the runners came through.
Marshalling for the first time was stressful for team Chalmers, I stood a bit down the trail and yelled runners numbers to the timing crew and Lynne / Skye. It was frantic at times when large groups of runners arrived together, after a few hours all was done and we went back to help at the rugby club.
I enjoyed being on the other side, helping out race organisers so runners get a really good experience at the event. Excellent soup and rolls were served along with a beer for the runners, a reward for their efforts. After packing up and tidying it was time to hit the very busy Belters Bar for some food, drink and socialising.
Sunday, and it was my turn. Did I mention I don't really like 10k's? I cycled to the start, registered and chatted to runners. Unknown to me, orange running shirts were proof of doing the dirty double, the previous days ultra and the half marathon. I felt a bit of a fraud wearing one for the 10k but this was a big run for me in getting back on track.
Jedburgh high street was a great atmosphere with a pipe band seeing off the runners. As far as I can remember, my 10k PB was around 45 minutes. I knew I wouldn't improve on that but wanted to get as close as possible.
At eleven we were off, I tried to keep a steady, quicker than normal pace. Very quickly I was out of breath with my heart hammering. Around two miles in a stitch appeared. The good news is my ankle held up as I had strict physio instructions to stop if in pain. At the half way turn around I grabbed a bottle of water, don't ask me why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time, even though I didn't open it. Back towards Jedburgh I felt myself slowing, I tried to keep the same pace but began to suffer. The finish line was a great atmosphere, with an announcement on crossing the line in 50 minutes.
With a long drive home we had to pack and leave straight after the race. I'd like to take the opportunity and thank race directors Angela and Noanie for allowing the Chalmers family to be part of the Jedburgh Ultra Race. The whole event is a very easy, laid back affair run by some of the nicest people around. We will be back next year, only this time I'll be running the race.
Week ending 4th October - Sun 04. Weekly total 04 miles.
Week ending 25th October - Sun 06. Weekly total 06 miles.
Sat 05. Weekly total 05 miles.
Tendinitis was the diagnosis, so off I went thinking a few weeks rest and I'll be back running. Pulpit Rock was spectacular, with walkers and runners of all abilities making the trek.
4 weeks after the G24 and with the Jedburgh ultra looming I ventured out, a nice easy 4 mile run. The ankle still was not right and swelled up once more. I called the physio who managed to squeeze in an appointment at short notice.
"What took you so long to get in touch?" was the question before a really thorough examination of the ankle. I was hoping it would just get better with rest, that and trying to fit the appointment in around work.
I got the news I was expecting, no running and certainly not my last two ultra races of the year. A torn ankle ligament, so off I went with instructions to get the foot compressed, cooled and get the swelling down before the next appointment and we'll take it from there.
I withdrew from the Jedburgh ultra and volunteered to marshal. I couldn't bring myself round to withdraw from the GO33 as it seemed a while away.
Two weeks later and a positive visit, the ankle was better. I was shown how to support with tape and given the green light to run, short distances on road I must add. A set of strengthening exercises, wobble board and tape are now part of my running team, for the time being anyway.
It's been a good few years since I ran a 10k, I don't really enjoy frantic all out running but I entered the Jedburgh 10k as an incentive to get going again and felt rather apprehensive.
Team Chalmers packed the van and headed south, a couple of days at the stunning Northumbrian coast before heading across to Jedburgh for the running weekend.
The borders were at their best in the autumn sun. We pitched at the camp site then geocached around Jedburgh before visiting the impressive abbey.
Our duties were to marshal checkpoint 2 of the ultra, just before hitting the three peaks. The route looked stunning and for the first time I really missed not running the ultra. The weather was very wet for a while before clearing up. The marshals, led by Helen, got to work preparing the checkpoint before getting to action stations as first of the runners came through.
Marshalling for the first time was stressful for team Chalmers, I stood a bit down the trail and yelled runners numbers to the timing crew and Lynne / Skye. It was frantic at times when large groups of runners arrived together, after a few hours all was done and we went back to help at the rugby club.
I enjoyed being on the other side, helping out race organisers so runners get a really good experience at the event. Excellent soup and rolls were served along with a beer for the runners, a reward for their efforts. After packing up and tidying it was time to hit the very busy Belters Bar for some food, drink and socialising.
Sunday, and it was my turn. Did I mention I don't really like 10k's? I cycled to the start, registered and chatted to runners. Unknown to me, orange running shirts were proof of doing the dirty double, the previous days ultra and the half marathon. I felt a bit of a fraud wearing one for the 10k but this was a big run for me in getting back on track.
Jedburgh high street was a great atmosphere with a pipe band seeing off the runners. As far as I can remember, my 10k PB was around 45 minutes. I knew I wouldn't improve on that but wanted to get as close as possible.
At eleven we were off, I tried to keep a steady, quicker than normal pace. Very quickly I was out of breath with my heart hammering. Around two miles in a stitch appeared. The good news is my ankle held up as I had strict physio instructions to stop if in pain. At the half way turn around I grabbed a bottle of water, don't ask me why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time, even though I didn't open it. Back towards Jedburgh I felt myself slowing, I tried to keep the same pace but began to suffer. The finish line was a great atmosphere, with an announcement on crossing the line in 50 minutes.
With a long drive home we had to pack and leave straight after the race. I'd like to take the opportunity and thank race directors Angela and Noanie for allowing the Chalmers family to be part of the Jedburgh Ultra Race. The whole event is a very easy, laid back affair run by some of the nicest people around. We will be back next year, only this time I'll be running the race.
Week ending 4th October - Sun 04. Weekly total 04 miles.
Week ending 25th October - Sun 06. Weekly total 06 miles.
Sat 05. Weekly total 05 miles.
Thursday, 10 September 2015
G24 2015 race report, a smash and grab.
Glenmore Forest Park, a beautiful part of the Cairngorms with trails, streams, purple heather, towering trees and Loch Morlich. It's early September where BAM Racing organises a unique ultra running event, the Glenmore 12, 24 and relay races.
I thought I'd missed the opportunity to run this race but organisers added another 20 spaces for the 24 hour race, one of which I quickly snapped up.
The North East weather was dire running up to G24 weekend, the forecast for Aviemore was pretty good even though we drove through a storm to get there. Work and school meant a late Friday arrival where the car park was almost full. The perimeter spaces were taken so we parked beside a few more campers in the middle of the car park, forgoing the party for an early night.
On race morning we woke up, the only camper left in the middle of the car park. With no choice I reversed back onto the grass to what must be the best support location of the race, across from the the steps entering the car park.
My tactics worked so well last year I decided to use them again, even though virtually no training had been done. I wasn't sure if I was fit enough to hit the ton but I was going to give it a go. So here is a reminder from last year - 6 laps in the first five hours then 1 lap per hour gives a hoot of the horn.
It was a relaxed race briefing from Bill before being reminded by Sean to remove rings which I duly did. As forecast the weather was cloudy and dry, I didn't expect this to change so conditions were perfect for running.
The horn sounded at midday which signalled the start. The hayfield circuit was wetter than I expected but nowhere near as bad as last year, my feet were dry and would remain so for the rest of the race.
Lap one, it was good being back on the 4 mile loop. Through the technical section next to the loch then onto the track, pass Rays bench before the uphill to the 2 mile watering hole. Continue to the top before a one mile descent overlooking Loch Morlich and back to the hayfield.
A quorn mini egg and sup of water every lap, I was even mirroring last years fuelling strategy, this time I had Lynne and Skye for support so I could put in an order for hot food rather than relying on flasks.
I settled into the race and made sure each round was completed under 50 minutes including refreshments. I chatted to two runners doing an ultra distance for the first time, the G24 makes perfect sense as you can run as much or as little as you want. After lap six I was well ahead of schedule and reminded myself to slow down. Lynne was away on her bike which threw a spanner in the works. I had planned something hot to eat after lap 7 but this would have to wait if Lynne was still out.
I can hear the relay runners long before seeing them, they are running flat out. Now that must be a real tough shift, 24 hours of running as fast as you can, cooling down then having to warm up and go, I take my hat off to them.
At the end of lap 7 Lynne was back. I allowed myself 15 minutes to have tomato soup and quorn sausage rolls. I struggled to eat for a few laps after this, relying on Starbucks Latte coffees to see me through.
Two runners approached, running the route in the opposite direction. It was George and Karen, an amazing sight and one I would recall several times in the early hours of Sunday morning.
As the sun set we were treated to some beautiful views, one of the runners (sorry, I didn't get your name) commented on the colours of the landscape. As nice as this was it meant one thing, it would soon be head torch time.
I struggled to get my appetite back. I couldn't stomach any more quorn mini eggs so tried half a bounty instead. I would normally demolish a bounty but not this time, I took ages to eat before trying to spit the ruminants from my mouth.
I managed to squeeze in a lap before darkness fell then resorted to the head torch. The batteries were dull so I asked Lynne to load new ones into my second head torch which I would pick up next round. This was a mistake as I struggled to make out the trail in the dim circle of light.
All was going well, I was around 1.5 hours ahead of my schedule, if I kept this up I would be able to put in another lap and beat my distance from last year but don't count chickens before they hatch.
Lynne and Skye were turning in, I had another soup and sausage roll then would use my cool box for food and drink through the night.
Of course, this wouldn't happen without support and sustenance from friends and family. The horseshoe shaped camp was full of crew giving words of encouragement from tents or sitting round camp fires. The fires looked cosy in the cold air, I particularly liked an ornamental looking one which burned all night. Then there was the row of party tents where music, lights and dancing went on into the small hours. On reaching the top of the grass slope the sound of two cow bells would ring out where two superstar kids would encourage runners to keep going, every lap.
It was after midnight, the 12's were done when I started another lap. In the technical section their are some low hanging branches to avoid, this is why Sean recommended clear glasses. This was ingrained in my brain where I would tilt my head to the right a couple of times every lap. Just after the 'S' bend is a stealth stump of wood. It looks like the ruminants of a fence post, rising out of the ground about two or three inches. This stump does not reflect light like the stones around it so I reminded myself to watch out for it. Then bang, my right foot smacked into it and I stumbled head long in the darkness. My head was forward, like a sprinter making for the finish line but there was no finish line, only the blur of my reflexes taking over and stopping my face planting in the dirt. The runner behind enquired if I was okay and said he stubbed his foot on the stump earlier.
I ran on mentally checking things over. Apart from some sore muscles I seemed alright, a pulled muscle in my left arm, my right foot would protest later in the race. I had to do something, so next lap I removed a spare glow stick from the bushes and placed it round the stump where it stayed for the remainder of the night.
The halfway checkpoint is perfectly placed with a soft glow of lights powered by the comforting sound of a generator. The marshals stand in the cold and dark serving up cups of water with a sprinkling of midges. This must be a tough shift with no respite from the biting insects and is much appreciated.
0313, I'm in the car park approaching the line and the air horn goes off, "what on earth is going on?" I thought to myself. Someone has completed 100 miles in 15 hours 13 minutes so I knew something special was going to happen today. The course record was about to get smashed by James Stewart who would go on to complete 144 miles.
Darkness hung on for as long as it could, an overcast sky delayed dawn, I couldn't wait to ditch the headtorch. I didn't lose any time from my target through the night and was looking forward to breakfast. Lynne was up at dawn and was surprised when I said just five more laps and I'll hit 100.
I put in my order for breakfast, a hot Aberdeen roll and a cup of coffee.
The roll and coffee went down well. The sun appeared making it a warm run towards the end of the race. I calculated 100 miles at around 1020 leaving plenty of time for one more circuit. This would equal 104 miles plus the small circuits. There was one fly in the ointment though, The top of my right foot and lower shin was in pain. I couldn't understand it but then I remembered about the trip in the early hours.
100 miles felt so much of an achievement I decided to kiss the line. With a couple of laps to go I informed Lynne of my plan then regretted it. How on earth was I going to manage to get down, kiss the ground then get up without incident or needing assistance. I began to doubt myself and changed my mind, I'll just run through normal.
I began to doubt my sums, what if I go through where I've counted wrong and the air horn does not go off. All was on schedule when Ada announced "next time George" as I crossed the line. On this round though the right foot was in pain and felt like bursting out of the Hoka. I contemplated crossing the line at 100 and calling it a day but that wouldn't be a PB.
It's hard to explain the feeling when that air horn goes off. It sends shivers up your spine when it goes off, especially if it's for yours truly. It was my turn, over to the van for a scoof of coke then approach the line. Ada is there of course and says "you ready George?". I'm ready Ada as the horn announces 100 miles I never thought I would make. Then sod it I thought, I'm kissing the line, down and up in one swift movement, it couldn't have worked out better.
It's the farewell lap. Mentally I said cheerio to all the landmarks and scenes on my last lap. One last drink of water infused midges and the last long downhill to the campervan. Lynne and Skye were waiting, I sat down with a coke and contemplated my next move. My right foot was done in, so do I just cross the line at 104 miles and call it a day or join one of the best spectacles in the Scottish racing scene?
Yep, sore foot or not I joined the small loop, no way was I going to miss the cheering, camaraderie, cow bells, encouragement and bonkers of the campsite circuits. Round and round to the incredible support till midday where the air horn sounded the end of the G24.
So now it's time to say thank you, to team BAM and all the marshals, helpers, supporters and runners' crew for the dedication and hard work in making this a great Ultra running event. Thanks to Lynne and Skye for giving up yet another weekend to support and look after me at another running event, much appreciated x.
Mon 8, Sat/Sun 105. Weekly total 113 miles.
I thought I'd missed the opportunity to run this race but organisers added another 20 spaces for the 24 hour race, one of which I quickly snapped up.
The North East weather was dire running up to G24 weekend, the forecast for Aviemore was pretty good even though we drove through a storm to get there. Work and school meant a late Friday arrival where the car park was almost full. The perimeter spaces were taken so we parked beside a few more campers in the middle of the car park, forgoing the party for an early night.
On race morning we woke up, the only camper left in the middle of the car park. With no choice I reversed back onto the grass to what must be the best support location of the race, across from the the steps entering the car park.
My tactics worked so well last year I decided to use them again, even though virtually no training had been done. I wasn't sure if I was fit enough to hit the ton but I was going to give it a go. So here is a reminder from last year - 6 laps in the first five hours then 1 lap per hour gives a hoot of the horn.
It was a relaxed race briefing from Bill before being reminded by Sean to remove rings which I duly did. As forecast the weather was cloudy and dry, I didn't expect this to change so conditions were perfect for running.
The horn sounded at midday which signalled the start. The hayfield circuit was wetter than I expected but nowhere near as bad as last year, my feet were dry and would remain so for the rest of the race.
Lap one, it was good being back on the 4 mile loop. Through the technical section next to the loch then onto the track, pass Rays bench before the uphill to the 2 mile watering hole. Continue to the top before a one mile descent overlooking Loch Morlich and back to the hayfield.
A quorn mini egg and sup of water every lap, I was even mirroring last years fuelling strategy, this time I had Lynne and Skye for support so I could put in an order for hot food rather than relying on flasks.
I settled into the race and made sure each round was completed under 50 minutes including refreshments. I chatted to two runners doing an ultra distance for the first time, the G24 makes perfect sense as you can run as much or as little as you want. After lap six I was well ahead of schedule and reminded myself to slow down. Lynne was away on her bike which threw a spanner in the works. I had planned something hot to eat after lap 7 but this would have to wait if Lynne was still out.
I can hear the relay runners long before seeing them, they are running flat out. Now that must be a real tough shift, 24 hours of running as fast as you can, cooling down then having to warm up and go, I take my hat off to them.
At the end of lap 7 Lynne was back. I allowed myself 15 minutes to have tomato soup and quorn sausage rolls. I struggled to eat for a few laps after this, relying on Starbucks Latte coffees to see me through.
Two runners approached, running the route in the opposite direction. It was George and Karen, an amazing sight and one I would recall several times in the early hours of Sunday morning.
As the sun set we were treated to some beautiful views, one of the runners (sorry, I didn't get your name) commented on the colours of the landscape. As nice as this was it meant one thing, it would soon be head torch time.
I struggled to get my appetite back. I couldn't stomach any more quorn mini eggs so tried half a bounty instead. I would normally demolish a bounty but not this time, I took ages to eat before trying to spit the ruminants from my mouth.
I managed to squeeze in a lap before darkness fell then resorted to the head torch. The batteries were dull so I asked Lynne to load new ones into my second head torch which I would pick up next round. This was a mistake as I struggled to make out the trail in the dim circle of light.
All was going well, I was around 1.5 hours ahead of my schedule, if I kept this up I would be able to put in another lap and beat my distance from last year but don't count chickens before they hatch.
Lynne and Skye were turning in, I had another soup and sausage roll then would use my cool box for food and drink through the night.
Of course, this wouldn't happen without support and sustenance from friends and family. The horseshoe shaped camp was full of crew giving words of encouragement from tents or sitting round camp fires. The fires looked cosy in the cold air, I particularly liked an ornamental looking one which burned all night. Then there was the row of party tents where music, lights and dancing went on into the small hours. On reaching the top of the grass slope the sound of two cow bells would ring out where two superstar kids would encourage runners to keep going, every lap.
It was after midnight, the 12's were done when I started another lap. In the technical section their are some low hanging branches to avoid, this is why Sean recommended clear glasses. This was ingrained in my brain where I would tilt my head to the right a couple of times every lap. Just after the 'S' bend is a stealth stump of wood. It looks like the ruminants of a fence post, rising out of the ground about two or three inches. This stump does not reflect light like the stones around it so I reminded myself to watch out for it. Then bang, my right foot smacked into it and I stumbled head long in the darkness. My head was forward, like a sprinter making for the finish line but there was no finish line, only the blur of my reflexes taking over and stopping my face planting in the dirt. The runner behind enquired if I was okay and said he stubbed his foot on the stump earlier.
I ran on mentally checking things over. Apart from some sore muscles I seemed alright, a pulled muscle in my left arm, my right foot would protest later in the race. I had to do something, so next lap I removed a spare glow stick from the bushes and placed it round the stump where it stayed for the remainder of the night.
The halfway checkpoint is perfectly placed with a soft glow of lights powered by the comforting sound of a generator. The marshals stand in the cold and dark serving up cups of water with a sprinkling of midges. This must be a tough shift with no respite from the biting insects and is much appreciated.
0313, I'm in the car park approaching the line and the air horn goes off, "what on earth is going on?" I thought to myself. Someone has completed 100 miles in 15 hours 13 minutes so I knew something special was going to happen today. The course record was about to get smashed by James Stewart who would go on to complete 144 miles.
Darkness hung on for as long as it could, an overcast sky delayed dawn, I couldn't wait to ditch the headtorch. I didn't lose any time from my target through the night and was looking forward to breakfast. Lynne was up at dawn and was surprised when I said just five more laps and I'll hit 100.
I put in my order for breakfast, a hot Aberdeen roll and a cup of coffee.
The roll and coffee went down well. The sun appeared making it a warm run towards the end of the race. I calculated 100 miles at around 1020 leaving plenty of time for one more circuit. This would equal 104 miles plus the small circuits. There was one fly in the ointment though, The top of my right foot and lower shin was in pain. I couldn't understand it but then I remembered about the trip in the early hours.
100 miles felt so much of an achievement I decided to kiss the line. With a couple of laps to go I informed Lynne of my plan then regretted it. How on earth was I going to manage to get down, kiss the ground then get up without incident or needing assistance. I began to doubt myself and changed my mind, I'll just run through normal.
I began to doubt my sums, what if I go through where I've counted wrong and the air horn does not go off. All was on schedule when Ada announced "next time George" as I crossed the line. On this round though the right foot was in pain and felt like bursting out of the Hoka. I contemplated crossing the line at 100 and calling it a day but that wouldn't be a PB.
It's hard to explain the feeling when that air horn goes off. It sends shivers up your spine when it goes off, especially if it's for yours truly. It was my turn, over to the van for a scoof of coke then approach the line. Ada is there of course and says "you ready George?". I'm ready Ada as the horn announces 100 miles I never thought I would make. Then sod it I thought, I'm kissing the line, down and up in one swift movement, it couldn't have worked out better.
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| Photo by Lois Simpson |
It's the farewell lap. Mentally I said cheerio to all the landmarks and scenes on my last lap. One last drink of water infused midges and the last long downhill to the campervan. Lynne and Skye were waiting, I sat down with a coke and contemplated my next move. My right foot was done in, so do I just cross the line at 104 miles and call it a day or join one of the best spectacles in the Scottish racing scene?
Yep, sore foot or not I joined the small loop, no way was I going to miss the cheering, camaraderie, cow bells, encouragement and bonkers of the campsite circuits. Round and round to the incredible support till midday where the air horn sounded the end of the G24.
Mon 8, Sat/Sun 105. Weekly total 113 miles.
Tuesday, 1 September 2015
Speyside Way Ultra 2015
Running and blog posts go hand in hand. A healthy training regime and race program equals regular and varied reporting. Long training runs gives time to think about topics and experiences to share, I have not done long training runs over the summer so here I am, forcing myself to sit down and post.
I have rescued my ultra running year with my bank card and entry key on the computer. In the space of a couple of weeks I'd entered four races, two I've never taken on before. First up was the Speyside Way Ultra, my fourth time running this race:
I knew a PB would be out of the question, low training would see to that. With trepidation the camper was packed and the family headed to Strathlene camp site in Buckie on the Friday night. The beautiful Moray coast at sunset helped calm the nerves as I turned in for an early night and got plenty of rest for race day.
The alarm went off at five, I felt like shutting it down, turning over and going back to sleep. Further proof of not quite having running commitment. The camper skylight showed a nice enough day so I dragged myself up and got ready for the challenge ahead.
I estimated about half an hour walk to the start. Another runner was camping at the site who gave me a lift to registration.
It was good to catch up with running buddies and go on my yearly bus trip up Speyside, thanks to Leon for the company and chat. This year we started from race sponsors premises - Cragganmore Distillery. A free adult tour pass in the goody bag means I'll be returning for a visit.
Five hundred pounds was up for grabs for the first person to run the 37.5 route under 4 hours, I'd be struggling to get in under 7.
After race briefing we set off, the first four hundred yards on road till we hit the Way to some motivational music. The forecast was for cloud and about 19 degrees, this would be slightly too warm for me.
The disused railway and associated bridges gave great views. I didn't have any tactics for this run apart from keeping things steady and comfortable. Comfortable I wasn't as stomach issues started to affect my race. After a comfort stop at Aberlour I stepped the pace up a bit to make up for lost time.
I usually grab food and eat walking uphill after the checkpoints. This year I decided to spend time getting food down before setting off. This meant I could run as much as the Ben Aigan uphill as possible without trying to force down food. This tactic seemed to work as I managed to run most of the ascent but I would pay the price of such effort later on.
The day was warming up where Jenni's water stop leaving Ben Aigen was much appreciated.
The fungus trail to the shooting range was very scenic before hitting the tarmac towards Fochabers.
I was still running which was a good sign, time would tell if I could keep it up after the 2nd checkpoint.
Two custard pots, two boiled eggs and a Lucozade Sport set me up for the last 12 miles. Pauline went though the checkpoint at the same time as me, she was keeping a steady pace ahead. I decided to try and hang on, this would help me run through my nemesis, the forest section after the bridge.
It was very warm in the forest, the air was still with no cooling breeze. I wished for a splash of rain but this was not in the forecast today. I was beginning to struggle, I always do at this stage of the race. I managed to hang on, only just, until Spey Bay before taking walking breaks. Good to see and chat to Fiona here who took a couple of pictures, many thanks.
After Spey Bay I struggled to keep running while Pauline went on to a strong finish. Time began to slip away, I wondered if I would finish under 7 hours. The tide was in at Portgordon where seals splashed about in the bay watched by onlookers.
Encouraged by marshals, I managed to get running through the streets of Buckie. Up the hill to Cluny square and completed my fourth ultra of the year, 6 hours 54 minutes.
The grass was a comfortable place to recover with Lynne and Skye while chatting to Alyson and Rhona. Lynne had brought the campervan to the finish, I was grateful I didn't need to walk the two miles back to the camp site.
Thanks to Sarah Louise Grigor and all who helped marshal this great ultra, much appreciated, I'll be back next year.
Week ending 9th Aug - Mon 3, Tues 3, Sat 18. Weekly total 24 miles.
Week ending 16th Aug - Wed 4, Thurs 4, Sun 4. Weekly total 12 miles.
Week ending 23rd Aug - Wed 5, Sat 37. Weekly total 42 miles.
Sat 8. Weekly total 8 miles.
I have rescued my ultra running year with my bank card and entry key on the computer. In the space of a couple of weeks I'd entered four races, two I've never taken on before. First up was the Speyside Way Ultra, my fourth time running this race:
I knew a PB would be out of the question, low training would see to that. With trepidation the camper was packed and the family headed to Strathlene camp site in Buckie on the Friday night. The beautiful Moray coast at sunset helped calm the nerves as I turned in for an early night and got plenty of rest for race day.
The alarm went off at five, I felt like shutting it down, turning over and going back to sleep. Further proof of not quite having running commitment. The camper skylight showed a nice enough day so I dragged myself up and got ready for the challenge ahead.
I estimated about half an hour walk to the start. Another runner was camping at the site who gave me a lift to registration.
It was good to catch up with running buddies and go on my yearly bus trip up Speyside, thanks to Leon for the company and chat. This year we started from race sponsors premises - Cragganmore Distillery. A free adult tour pass in the goody bag means I'll be returning for a visit.
Five hundred pounds was up for grabs for the first person to run the 37.5 route under 4 hours, I'd be struggling to get in under 7.
After race briefing we set off, the first four hundred yards on road till we hit the Way to some motivational music. The forecast was for cloud and about 19 degrees, this would be slightly too warm for me.
The disused railway and associated bridges gave great views. I didn't have any tactics for this run apart from keeping things steady and comfortable. Comfortable I wasn't as stomach issues started to affect my race. After a comfort stop at Aberlour I stepped the pace up a bit to make up for lost time.
I usually grab food and eat walking uphill after the checkpoints. This year I decided to spend time getting food down before setting off. This meant I could run as much as the Ben Aigan uphill as possible without trying to force down food. This tactic seemed to work as I managed to run most of the ascent but I would pay the price of such effort later on.
The day was warming up where Jenni's water stop leaving Ben Aigen was much appreciated.
The fungus trail to the shooting range was very scenic before hitting the tarmac towards Fochabers.
I was still running which was a good sign, time would tell if I could keep it up after the 2nd checkpoint.
Two custard pots, two boiled eggs and a Lucozade Sport set me up for the last 12 miles. Pauline went though the checkpoint at the same time as me, she was keeping a steady pace ahead. I decided to try and hang on, this would help me run through my nemesis, the forest section after the bridge.
It was very warm in the forest, the air was still with no cooling breeze. I wished for a splash of rain but this was not in the forecast today. I was beginning to struggle, I always do at this stage of the race. I managed to hang on, only just, until Spey Bay before taking walking breaks. Good to see and chat to Fiona here who took a couple of pictures, many thanks.
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| Photo by Fiona Rennie |
Encouraged by marshals, I managed to get running through the streets of Buckie. Up the hill to Cluny square and completed my fourth ultra of the year, 6 hours 54 minutes.
The grass was a comfortable place to recover with Lynne and Skye while chatting to Alyson and Rhona. Lynne had brought the campervan to the finish, I was grateful I didn't need to walk the two miles back to the camp site.
Thanks to Sarah Louise Grigor and all who helped marshal this great ultra, much appreciated, I'll be back next year.
Week ending 9th Aug - Mon 3, Tues 3, Sat 18. Weekly total 24 miles.
Week ending 16th Aug - Wed 4, Thurs 4, Sun 4. Weekly total 12 miles.
Week ending 23rd Aug - Wed 5, Sat 37. Weekly total 42 miles.
Sat 8. Weekly total 8 miles.
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