16th May 1997 Running Without Mascara It’s a nice feeling; spare torch batteries, congealed jelly babies and used plasters keep appearing out of the pockets of my running kit – post Scottish Island Peaks Race syndrome – it provokes a flood of memories and a nice feeling. Being a seven times veteran of the event
They say that writing is cathartic for the distressed, so here goes! I got a first at the Glenshee 9 on Sunday! No, not first wrinkly or crinkly place, but a first time ever to be timed out of a race! It was certainly an event to sort out the sheep from the goats and
I left Old Kilpatrick in glorious sunshine, Tango the Cat was deckbathing by 8.30am! However, by 10.30am dressed in shorts, vests and sandals, Val, Rob and I were seriously concerned by the deteriorating weather conditions and falling temperature as we headed south to Yetholm. My number one personal concern was that my weekend mission to
Not in Vain! In the biting wind and snow flurries, the summit of Ben Vane did not feel a globally warmed location last Sunday morning. Nonetheless it felt good to be there having slogged up through the rocky groins and shaggy wetness of its eastern slopes; I’d forgotten after nearly 17 years since last running
Runner, why do you run? 4.30pm on Friday after a shitty week at work and the last thing I felt like was a 5 hour drive to Poolewe, let alone a 25 mile race the next day. If it hadn’t had been for the fact that 58 people were sponsoring me, I’d have probably abandoned