28th Sept 1997 An exceptional turnout by the Westies for the event of the year – Pete and Elsie’s last bachalor run! Oh for such numbers more often! Pete led the field – in the drinking race – by downing a special presentation Traquair Ale on the start-line! Elsie, not to be out-done, set off
I was runnining as Madge Campbell – Charlies mum! Archie ran as Iain Campbell. Everyone at the front went off like a train. There was a mile of tarmac before the track. Brilliant scenic route with the ‘k’ markers with a piper at each! MAGIC. Archie took a 200m lead from me but that was
Touch and go with babysitters but at the last second one of the race organisers offered to look after Manuel and Duncan. I jogged up to Auchintee with Debbie McDonald and her hangover. From the track onwards I kept a steady pace and passed screeds of folk. Felt easy and relaxed and settled in behind
Last minute entry with unkmown runner and crew. Despite assurances on the phone Dougie Gillespie is not as laid back about this as me. I wanted to do this as a training run for my north to south run in June. Dougie also happens to be a round the world sailor as does one of
Unbelievable. I burst my left ankle on the way up the first hill – Caerketton. Not the best start to a hellish long race. All my descents from here on were cautious to say the least. I kept the pace steady all the way and my climbing was strong. The wind between Turnhouse and and
Big field because of the SHR/SAF meeting afterwards and because of the beautiful weather. Cold but sunny. Big stan the Czech was also taking part (and his friend Helena). Having not run since FRA relays 2 weeks ago I was only out to have fun. I felt strong from the start and steadily worked my
Just out for another jolly long run after yesterdays Creag Dhu efforts. I let the mass start blast off up the hill, fortunately only the first hill was in mist or route finding would have been exciting. I kept a steady pace all the way although keeping going over the tussocks and peat was hard
1st Jan 1997 ’97 got off to an uphill start with thick ice and even thicker runners to contend with. About forty three runners graced the start line with varying amounts of alcohol still blocking their oxygen lints to the brain. The guys were represented by Captain Gorman and Corporal Rigby, but it was Jenny
(short race)11m 3000ft 31st May 1997 We only managed to find a baby sitter at the last moment so both Lesley and I could run. The temperature must have been mid – high 70s! Well coated in suncream, it quickly became obvious my good run at Ardochrig on Wednesday and the oppressive heat were going
19th April 1997 Great day for a slog round the Hunter Bog. The course has been toughened up since I last partook. Attaining the top of the Crags now means a ‘hands on knees’ approach straight up the ‘World Cup route’ (groan) – twice (groan again). Matt and I decided to be tactical and start