Forget spending several hours plodding around the noisy capital, for road-racing excitement the Glenlivet 10k, ‘home of the steady incline’, was the place to be on Sunday. A bit of a family affair this one with my sister & brother running in their first ever race and my Mum, Dad, Great Aunty and Christine cheering
Two miles running. Two weeks to write up a report. A bunch of Westies made the trip to idyllic Broughton on the 2nd January to blast up Trahenna from the Greenmantle brewery. A short race involving jumping a wall, hopping a fence, navigating a bog, trudging up a hill, powering back down and
Results (runners highlighted) I ran this race on Sunday. And so did Chris. Steven didn’t want to get his feet wet so he brought his pedals instead. The course involved a lap of flat playing fields (with the odd obstacle to navigate), a stretch of tarmac (no cycling allowed), two laps of Irvine moor (with
Results Sub-34, that was the resolution for 2013. Took me about 6 months to pull the finger out, get a race in my sights and work out how to go about getting it done. The Jimmy Irvine; flatish, local and one I’d done before – perfect. Going in to the race my confidence levels were
It all looked a bit bleak; the car park wet and windy, the hill-running masses huddled in their team tents (Where the hell was the gazeebo?!), every man, woman and child dressed head-to-toe in their weatherproof armour, not exposing an inch of skin to the elements, faces covered; anonymous pertex robots, staggering across the desolate,
I should’ve seen it coming really. Performance depends on training and training is effort plus rest, that’s what they say. They say it because it’s true. Hell, that’s what I say, all the time as a matter of fact. The Two Breweries had cost me a lot more effort than I thought it would, I
Results | Photos [A slightly belated report on] The final race in the Tour of Clydeside; my first though. Three other Westies took part (I had the pleasure of meeting Robert, Arnis and Scott at the start line) and an ill Chris was on hand for photo duty. The others had already been racing that week
I started off quickly, keen to get round the first bend (about 20ft) away from the start line before a crowd formed. Paul Sorrie of Shettleston quickly disappeared in to the distance at the front and I was soon passed by a dozen or so alarmingly fast runners. By the 2nd km I’d settled
But I certainly don’t. It all seemed quite pleasant at first, lined up at the start under the shade of the trees by the church, a nice amble through the pretty hamlet of Durisdeer, entering the first field and quickly nipping across the Wee Burn and beginning the first climb up the handsome
Results A long weekend up North with family in God’s Own Country handily coincided with the Glenlivet 10k, according to the website the most beautiful run in said country. What with all the pavement-pounding I’d been doing recently, it sounded like a perfect excursion. I had high hopes for a good performance, I’d made plans, worked out