The Parco Naturale Tre Cime is designated a UNESCO World Heritage site on account of its spectacular landscape. On first impressions it reminded me of Whitlee Moor – cold, windy, raining and full of Scottish cyclists. You could get a decent pizza though. The race was on Sunday, so on the Saturday I generally mooched
I made my urban orienteering debut this Wednesday at the STAG Bridgeton Score event along with Ruth, Outi and Klass. During this time I learned the following: – I am not as good at reading maps as I thought. – It’s important to SLOW DOWN and THINK. Ideally not after you’ve pissed away the first
Dufftown had not escaped the recent heatwave, every step on the race was hampered by the weight of the sun. Imagine, you’ve just finished your first big hill race, it’s been a tough day, you’re exhausted and then some skinny guy called Sam approaches you in the shower asking for assistance with a full-body tick-check.
“And the course,” said the organiser at the race briefing, briefly glancing over his shoulder at the murk above, “Well, just go where you want, it’s a hill race.” A worthy piece of advice, and one that was taken to heart. If nothing else, An Teallach offers options; straight up the vertiginous gully or along
What can be said about the Kilpatricks Kaper 2019? It was a beautiful summer’s evening; golden sunshine and breeze to keep the midges at bay. 94 runners went up the hill and 94 runners came down again. The marshalling team were ace; so professional that I was happy to spend most of the race reclining
A good group of Westies made the journey for the first of this season’s East Coast Bog n Burn races on Wednesday. It was a nice cool evening for running and there was one of those ‘strong fields’ in attendance. Fair midgey at the start – it was a relief to get going. My legs
Jura has many fine attractions and the Craighouse Parkrun is no exception. One of the loveliest 5k stretches of road in Scotland, with a wonderful welcome and fantastic feed at the end. So popular has this even become that the organisers decided that they needed to stagger the runner start times to avoid congestion. They
“It’s a Blizzard Bag – a bright, orange brick covered in plastic – it’s very obvious,” said Ruth on the phone in Connel on Thursday night. “Well if it’s very obvious, how did they leave it on the bloody train?” snorted the Oban station-meister on the other end of the line before bursting out laughing.
A rough chronology of my thoughts this morning: Walking to Pasos De Las Delicias: OK, a bit of sniffle, a slight temperature, that’s fine, that’s fine, this is going to be good, this is going to be good. Start Line: [Excited Now.] Let’s have it! Mile 3: That felt a bit hard, but you’re just
It’s the race that I didn’t run that I think about the most. Should I have followed those guys when they made a break? Maybe I could’ve picked up the ‘final effort’ pace a little bit earlier? I was surely being too conservative for the first few miles? I decided I wanted a