Petite Feet Runaway

Apologies that this has taken so long to post. Rumour has it that I have been stuck in a port-a-loo the entire time. In reality, I have been a bit ill, sat exams, worked too many hours and then spent a month jetting around the world. Nothing too exciting there. I love Glenmore. The race itself is great, the location is nice and everyone is there to have a good time. This year was my fourth year in attendance and third as a runner. I knew I wasn't up for it but I just couldn't resist the Glenmore pull. There's a pirate party on the night before which has produced some epic photos. Unfortunately, I was working until Friday evening and couldn't make the last train so spent the night feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the camping and race kit I needed to pack. I also managed to eat two chocolate bars, one bag of crisps and a packet of sweets; all of which I had bought as my race food. There's definitely I reason why I leave everything to the last minute; if I ...

    At first it was the relaxed comment at the end of a meeting with Stevie Gildea that got me committed to the race. When he mentioned a bunch of people from 2Pure were going down to the Thunder Run I should have said 'thank you for the waffles.' That's obviously how you end most conversations. Instead when he said he might do it for a bit of training I responded with 'aye, I'm keen.' Because that's exactly the training I need too. For all those race plans that I don't have. Ah well. Then it was the relaxed comment at the end of the phone conversation that got me into even slightly more bother. The very clichéd '(we'll) just do it.' With 'it' being the solo. We could just stop if we got tired if we wanted anyway. With my unsuccessful record in 24 hour races, how could anything possibly be wrong with that decision?! During the Great Glen Way Ultra I picked up...

Pancake flat with two hills at the end For someone that's having the year 'off' running, it sure feels like I have been writing a few blog posts recently. And that year off is kind of how I entered the Great Glen Way Ultra. It was November but I hadn't got round to putting in my West Highland Way entry yet. I intended to but tend to leave most things in life to the last minute. Then one night, halfway through a feast of popcorn, breads, dips, chocolate, sweets and pizzas, Scott asked me where the Great Glen Way was. Knowledgeable as I am, I informed him that it ran from Fort William to Inverness. Was I running it? Well, you can't run both the West Highland Way and the Great Glen Way. So which one was I running? Now, I guess that was a good point. I'd never been on the Great Glen Way before and 72 miles without too much training seemed like a better idea than attempting 95. Ok, Great Glen it is. And then I was very excited. And then I did nothing to prepare ...