What a long drive for a piddly short race! However, temptation was too great and the journey was sort of justified by a pre-race cycle around to Loch Tay. With ear plugs in place to dampen the furious Bagpipe noise, I set off within a field of 20 odd runners around the track and out of the games field toward Weem hill. The front runners quickly disappeared as we left the road and began ascending along a wooded trail behind the village. The angle of the path was perfectly runnable, and I kept neatly tucked behind Sarah Wiseman (Ochils). After a couple of kilometres, we left the woods and passed through a couple of grassy fields to the farmyard which marks the highest point of the race, here I caught up with Sarah and moved just ahead. From here, the route descended via a stony farm track back toward Aberfeldy in an unending series of zig zags. Strangely, some guy with a camera seemed to be joining in on the fun and setting the pace for us to follow. I was also slightly surprised to spot the lean mean Brennan running machine further down the track, but he helped us navigate the mysterious and unmarked turn into the golf course. I realised then that I’d been around this golf course before – looking for Muffy, who had been lost on her leg of the Rob Roy route, circa 2008 – champing at the bit now and desperate to stop for the sake of my burning soles, it nearly all went to pot when we followed the camera chap the back way into the games field, but were re-directed by Brian to take the official re-entrance and rather exhibitionist lap of the field to the finish. Davy Duncan was first local home, and we never found out if the lost American was re-located.

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