Like Kenny, I had a cunning – or a simply more common sense plan
this year - and that was to actually put
in some training for the race. I got familiar with the route and did a little scoping
reconnaissance.
I managed the first flattish section to the first hill
fairly comfortably and started to ascend. I could see Kenny in front and was
soon passed by Colin – looking more than ‘fairly comfortable’.
It became apparent on the uphill to Birkscairn that there
was some physical misfiring afoot – excuse the pun – but part way up my right
foot went numb - delivering an odd sensation!
I had opted for road shoes as I found my ‘cleated’ ones
became painful after 10 or more miles – particularly when on farm track. Back
on flatter or downhill sections and the feeling returned to normal.
Ascending
Glensax was a bit like a scene from an ‘Everest movie’ – slow deliberate
movements, pausing occasionally for oxygen. Feeling returned to my foot as I
headed off on the dogleg from Hundleshope towards Broom Hill (much to the
dismay of the marshals who did their best to redirect me) with the possibility
of running down the saddle and up Stob Law (I had recced this section and timed
6 minutes to my marker on the path and another 1 to my marker on the fence –
another 5 to the top to get along the side of Broom Hill.
This is where I soon
realised I had made an ERSE (Extreme Reconnaissance Scoping Error) of things. When I had run it previously,
things were dry…but not on Saturday! Should have brought my waders!
Change of plan then at the fence marker and over the hill to
meet the sheep trod that runs below the saddle to Stob Law. This is tricky at
the best of times - but in a pair of Saucony roadshoes - it demands additional
focus – particularly when 95 others have churned the path up to look like a
long stretch of peaty mush.
I make up a few places on the run down to Glenrath
where I pick up some previously stashed nutrients and a pair of cleated shoes -
for the run down from Trahenna to Ratchill Farm.
Another few places on the way over to Stobo after
numb-footing it up the tough fire break (more ‘Everest’ scenes here – this time
with grinning Sherpas handing out Jelly Babies) to Whitelaw Hill. The run down
the other side was a treat and the road shoes made a sensible choice.
A few Haribos and a chat with fellow runners around the
drinks station at Stobo and back off again. I find this section difficult as by
this point my hips ache and even running on the flat is a chore. Onward
however, and I make up another 4 or 5 places before wandering in to the
reed-breeding swamp that is broadcast like nature’s sentinel at the base of
Trahenna. Here be cramp dragons!
Fortunately, on this occasion…not for me. I make up another
2 or 3 places climbing Trahenna – strangely no numb foot. I change shoes during
breaks for oxygen. Over the top, tighten the straps on my kit bag and it’s all
downhill. I pass 3 runners on the hill – who are suffering from cramp. On the final
descent with quads-a-trembling, I somersault downhill for the 4th time
on the journey.
Two more runners in the distance to chase to the finish line. I
soon pass one, and not wanting to provoke the crampy twinges in my thighs, I
arrive a few seconds behind the other - and in better shape than my previous attempt.
I managed to shave a good slice off last year’s time and was
able to walk with some dignity (unlike last year) to the village hall – where
Kenny was looking relaxed - enjoying a large Broughton Ale.
134 started off from Traquair House with 121 completing the
course. First back was Graham Gristwood of Ochil Hill Runners in an outrageous 2.44.04.
First Lady was Kerstin Leslie of Dalbeattie Running Club in 3.32.10.
Hope to join in next year and see if improvements can be
made – possibly less chat about Haribo preferences around the water stations….it
is a race after all!