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Glenshee 9

Ouf!

A smattering of 9 yellow vests were amongst those gathered on the start line at Glenshee ski centre on Sunday morning for the long and demanding Glenshee 9 hill race. The car had scraped the underside of a low lying cloud base on the drive into the glen prompting a certain amount of map referencing driven by anxiety of a navigational disaster in these featureless hills. Although the first climb along the ugly scarred ski area was in the mist, the cloud burnt off fairly quickly, allowing the usual sheep mentality to route finding for the rest of the afternoon.

I was surprised at feeling quite content over the first half of the race which covers 6 Munros to the east of the road, covering a wild, barren terrain of tussocks and peat hags. I took a slightly daft route off Carn a Turic, heading straight for the road crossing in my sight, taking me (and some others) over a boulder field and down a marshy, slippery burn. No matter, I popped out on the path just behind those I'd been with at the summit. Lifting a fresh bottle of juice, I began the traipse up Carn Aosda, suddenly aware that the five races of the week were taking their toll as a breakdown in communication ensued between my leg muscles and my brain's commands. I was grateful to Alayne Finlay for taking the lead at this point through the deep and springy heather and fell in behind her step. Making a decision to 'potter' the remaining 2 summits, Alayne and I jogged along together, and I resisted the urge to visit the extra outlier that I'd summited in last year's race. On the return leg from the 8th top, I encountered Chris, who had climbed to the ridge above the ski centre to take photos. With his encouragement, I was able to dig in to overtake the two runners I'd been following and who strangely decided to walk very slowly up to the last checkpoint. I managed the very steep and messy descent over rough ground without pranging either ankle and finished more or less intact and delighted at completing my second hill race of the year. Congratulations to Brian B, Manny, Elsie B, Steffen and JD who also completed the race and commiserations to those who gubbed out in various different ways.

Posted by Ellie Homewood on Mon 9 Aug 2010 | 2 comments

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  1. Chris said...

    Well done to all those Westies who completed the Glenshee 9 yesterday. I managed the first 3 hills before I suddenly found myself sitting on the ground wondering how I was going to get back to the car.

    Monday 9th August 2010 1.33pm

  2. John Donnelly said...

    My third running of this new brute of a long race, and pretty much the same time as last year, which was pleasing. As Ellie says, the clag lifted early on making navigation easy, but unfortunately not making the 9 Munros any easier. Starting off at over 2000 does help though. After a steady run to the first one, Steffen passed me on the short grassy climb to the second, and stayed a minute or two in front all the way till the road crossing at the two-thirds mark. We were all pretty well strung out on the grassy plateau, allowing me to set my own steady pace and try and conserve energy for the final 3 Munros over on the west side of the road. I passed Brian Brennan at Munro number 6, managed to find a nice route avoiding the horrible boulders and headed off in pursuit of Steffen and others not far ahead. The road crossing was reached in exactly 3 hours, like last year, and Steffen and I headed off together. This brutal 400 meter climb is a shock to the system after the nice run down to the road, and really deflates you mentally and physically as you haul yourself inch by inch upwards for half an hour. Reaching the top together with Steffen, we saw clearly the horror that lay ahead - the very distant Munro No. 8. I shuffled off slightly in front but it wasn't long till the next short climb that Steffen easily passed me as my legs really started to feel weary. Gels and jelly babies helped a bit as I tried to stay with him, as we greeted the returning runners who were heading for the last Munro. After what seemed like an age I reached No. 8 a few minutes behind Steffen, and found some running in my legs for the gradual descent. I caught up at the foot of the final climb, managing to drag my legs up ahead of him, and maintained a short lead down the snow-free ski piste to the finish. Oh, the pleasure of finishing a long hard race, but oh dear the pain also! Soup, tea and cakes were laid on and went down well, before Don chauffered me home where I crashed out on the couch, truly done in and well sunburnt also. Well done all you Westie finishers and commiserations to the drop-outs.

    Monday 9th August 2010 1.43pm

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