Friday 10 August 2018

Highland Fling - 28/04/2018

Somehow my original Fling Post was deleted :-(
It was a brilliant event.  A quick start and memorable view of Loch Lomond from Conic Hill was followed by a frustrating Lochside section from which I emerged tired.  The last 15 miles were a struggle and I finished a little wobbly.  Amazing support, pipers and volunteers, what a great event!











Sunday 5 August 2018

West Highland Way Race - 23/06/2018


"Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt" - John Muir

The WHW race is one of the longest established '100 milers' in the world having been run since 1985.  It's considered a classic by so many and is a must do for ultra trail runners from the UK and worldwide.  It covers the route of the classic hiking trail from Milngavie on the outskirts of Glasgow, heading North all the way to Fort William in the Highlands.

The race would start at 1 am on Saturday morning.  Arriving Thursday evening, we spent the night in an apartment I had rented off of Rab C Nesbitt's mother in law and hatched a plan for how my crew could meet me at the required stops and get some sleep themselves.  For the first of many times over the weekend, Ben manfully stepped up to the plate.  This time quite literally by putting away 107 portions of my homemade lasagne to ensure we didn't have the problem of disposing of leftovers.


2 Tough 2 Kill Krew - Loch Lomnd
After the last few pieces of detail were prepared, a lazy Friday was had with a brief recce of the first two checkpoints for dad and a spiffing lunch at the Oak Tree Inn at Balmaha.  Bobby and Ben came to the start as dad caught up on shut eye with a 3 am alarm set to crew me at Balmaha and Rowardennan.  I've loved the night time starts I have had in my more recent long races, the atmosphere is always buzzing, you get to tackle the difficult small hours whilst you still have plenty in the tank and you get that uplifting sunrise. 


1 a.m Milngavie - 96 miles to go
You're smiling now....
Having started way too quick and ending with an epic bonk at the Highland Fling in April which covers the first half of this race, I reigned in the enthusiasm for the first 20 miles.  They are very flat and runnable but I didn't let my watch tick under 10 minute miles.  It was sunrise as we reached the crews at Balmaha and the midgies were having a feast on our exposed legs and arms.  Dad was there right on time in the small hours refilling me and feeding me Weetabix and his amazing homemade power bars.  

Elite crew storm into action - Kind of
The long section on the Lochside was beckoning, I had such a tough time there in the Fling in April it really derailed my race.  This time I decided to conserve as much energy as possible and be patient amongst the tree roots and boulder hopping.  No crew access for hours so just suck it up and get it done.

I finally emerged from the woods at Beinglas Farm and passed through the hordes of crews to find Bobby, Ben and Dad ready with the camp chair, time for a long overdue stop after 42 miles.  It was now 9.37 am and I had gained 40 places since Balmaha.  The lochside section had been hard again but it didn't kick my arse in the same way it had at the Fling.  Bobby stepped up as usual and set about cleaning the hundreds of sweat drowned midges which were covering my arms, face and legs. Well above and beyond I'd say.  After refuelling, I left in good spirits looking forward to a day running in the spectacular scenery of the Highlands.  Its all downhill from here right?

Rolling into Beinglas

Midgies for brekfast

The next section was wonderful with sweeping views all around and perfect weather conditions for running.  As I approached Crianlarich I played cat and mouse with one runner but we were otherwise alone.  I wondered whether the gang would hike up the trail to meet me and it was ace to see them waiting for me at the deer fence as we entered the woods close to half way.  They had brought fruit and fizzy pop which went down a storm, I didn't stay long here, knowing there would be lots of chances to catch up with my crew from now on.  I was quickly heading up the hill again feeling good,  I'd become the cat once again.





Approaching Crianlarich
Arriving at Auchtertyre soon afterwards there was an obligatory weighing station which required my crew to meet me with my record card.  Our weight was being monitored throughout the event as sudden weight gain or loss can be an indicator of serious problems in endurance running events particularly with respect to kidney injuries.  But my crew were nowhere to be seen, cue panic from the marshalls there.  To be honest, I wasn't too worried, they arrived after ten minutes or so having got delayed at Crianlarich and then missed the turn off.  I wasn't chasing a time and I certainly wasn't goimg to let a little thing like this spoil my day.  They eventually arrived in somewhat of a fluster but I think they felt better when they saw I was relaxed about the whole thing.  After all they had all given up so much to be there making sure I got this thing done in one piece!

Next up, Bridge of Orchy at 61 miles where I arrived at 14.20 and would be picking up my pacer Ben.  I had a blast pacing him through the night on his first 100 back in May and now was the chance to repay the favour with strict instructions to kick my arse all the way to the finish if needed.  Dad had warmed tomato soup, and I drank it all down with bread and freshened up with a clean shirt.

Our first job was to climb the infamous jelly baby hill where we were serenaded by supporting marshalls with the Superman theme on the tin whistle.  I was feeling pretty strong, uplifted by the incredible views here.  We had a great run across Rannoch Moor on the old military road to Glencoe passing runners (all now with pacers) who had been an hour or so in front of me earlier in the day.





Still smiling somewhere near Glencoe
Dry trails and road shoes all the way!



Close to the old Kings House Hotel , I remember we disturbed a beautiful young stag eating flowers in someone's front garden.  Ben was a great pacer chatting to take my mind off the pain of my increasingly sore feet.  What an amazing thing it is to share these special moments with one of your oldest friends.

Ultra dafties

At the ski centre in Glencoe we arrived just before 4pm, 72 miles in and a marathon to go.  Dad had warmed more soup but now my stomach was less forgiving.  I managed only a little of it and I confess I was starting to feel tired.  This is the point I have found in a hundred miler when the novelty has long since worn off and the enormity of how far there is still to go sets in on a body and mind which has already taken such a kicking.

What's worse is that the infamous Devil's staircase was looming just around the corner.  It's not the biggest climb in the world but it took an age to ascend.  A sprightly looking lady runner added to my misery as she breezed past me looking fresh as a daisy.

This was my lowest moment in the race and it was an emotional moment when we finally reached the top.  I was feeling proper woozy and I forced down a gel as my guts were not in the mood for anything much more.

Deep in my paincave on the Devil's Staircase

We descended through the woods into Kinlochleven three hours after we had left the ski centre, the clouds had rolled in and it reflected my mood. I was now really tired and feeling frustrated by my slow progress even though we had hardly seen a sole for hours.

Here Ben's shift ended.  He'd covered over 20 miles with me for which I am so grateful.  It helps so much to have a wing man on a hundred, it can be a lonely experience out there.  

It was great to see Bobby geared up to join me for a section and after a little stop and being weighed again, I felt a little brighter.  I knew it was just a matter of time now, just put one foot in front of the other... 

This section started with a steep climb which I tackled well and it was great to be with Bobby as we entered the Lairig Mhor, a beautiful atmospheric valley and pass some other groups as we climbed.  Dusk was closing in properly now, and we could see car headlights miles away in the distance where a grizzly old fella with his collie had set up an impromptu drinks stop in the remote col where we both helped ourselves to Tizer and jelly babies, such incredible support thanks fella!

Last stop Lundavra where there was just enough light for my photo booth appearance, we lingered a little here by the bonfire with Kim and Ben even though we were so close to home.  I was so happy that Bobby could be persuaded to join me for the final section to the finish at Fort William, she had covered 16 miles with me by the end.




Stop pillocking around and get on with it!
The final descent from the hills to the town under headtorch light were painful, sore knees were hampering my progress.  It seemed the pain was only bearable on exactly the right slope angle, anything else meant a painful speed hike, I just tried to keep the overall pace up to 4 miles per hour towards the end.  

Sadly it meant we surrendered a few of those hard earned places in the last couple of miles before the track finally begun to flatten out and I was able to grit my teeth and trot it in. I was determined not to be passed by streams of people in the last few miles having worked so hard to gain places from the start. 

I finally arrived at the finish after 23 hrs and 4 minutes where I was weighed again and given some lovely words from Jon Kynaston, one of the race organisers who I look forward to racing with at The Dragon's Back next year.


The West Highland Way is in fact a very long way to run
Jiggered but happy

One of the big draws of the WHW race is the post race presentation.  Hundreds of runners, crew and supporters gather to celebrate the finishers and congratulate everyone from the fastest to the slowest.  Some having run through a second night to arrive only just in time.  One by one we applauded each other as we hobbled forward to be presented with our finishers goblet, a coveted addition to any trail runners collection.  The highlight was the final emotional presentation as the winner presented the final goblet to the last finisher accompanied by a standing ovation and many shiny eyes.

Never was one for the photo pose...



Yay more bling for the collection
The WHW race is legendary for a reason.  It was a great experience to share it with my friends and family.  My approach with this race was just to enjoy it.  Yes I could go faster, I lingered a little at the stops with my crew but this meant I enjoyed it more.  My less organised approach to training for this event meant I wasn't as strong as I might have been, a finish with a smile was everything I could have hoped for.

It feels great to finish another hundred, there have been times since UTMB last year where I had considered hanging up my trail shoes forever so this one feels very different, cathartic maybe, but equally special.  I really am blessed to be able to have these incredible experiences, it couldn't happen without the continuing support of Bobby, my family and friends.  Thank you all so much.