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| Autumn colours in Glen Nevis |
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| The route map |
This was the inaugural Glencoe marathon and it was always
going to be a very scenic, if slightly undulating, route. The race organisers were billing it as the UK's toughest marathon but I sure there are plenty of other worthy contenders for that title.
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| On the start line |
It was a beautiful
bright and very chilly autumn morning when 149 runners lined up shivering at
the start of the race at the Red Squirrel campsite in Glencoe and although
registration didn’t take long the actual start itself did seem to be a bit of a
faff. The runners were set off in “waves” according to predicted finishing time
and needless to say I couldn’t remember what time I had predicted for myself
when I had entered the race some months previously so I hung around the start
while the “Golden Eagle group” (sub 5 hour runners) the ”Red Deer group” (sub 6
hour runners) and the “Mountain Hare group” (sub 6.5 hour runners) took their places.
With there not being a “Mountain Slugs group” to join I decided that I would be
a Red Deer for the day and took my place in the middle of the field and my
decision was finalised by Emma Baker, fellow trotter and ultra runner extraordinaire,
lining up in the Golden Eagles start. Before being set off we all had to “dib”
our electronic dibbers or timing devices which added to the faff as well as
listen to quite a lengthy spiel from the organisers about how we were such pioneers
for doing this race and how much great work we were doing for the race’s chosen
charity which is fine on a warm day but not quite so entertaining when you are
freezing your butt off and just want to get on with the race. Why do race
organisers always insist on doing this? Its one of life’s great mysteries.
With conventional wisdom being that it is unwise to run two
marathons within a month of each other I set off intending to exercise a little
bit of caution and self preservation with my next race being less than a month
away so I trotted off steadily through Glencoe making a conscious effort to
munch on jelly babies at regular intervals to ensure a constant supply of sugar
through my bloodstream as often I have real problems with consuming enough
calories during long races. I had also taken my camera with me and I intended
to take photos to distract myself if the going got a bit tough and also to
force myself to take it a bit easier in the early stages of the race. There
appeared to be quite a few younger runners in the field who set off quite
quickly but from experience I knew that the danger in races like this comes in
the later stages from the more experienced older runners who have set off
steadily.
The stretch through Glencoe was glorious with the mountains
shimmering in their autumn colours and at times lit up by the sunlight against
a vivid blue sky. The route followed bits of path and old drovers road through
Glencoe crossing over, and running on trails, alongside the busy main road at
some points.
At the first drinks station the real climbing started over
boggy tussocky ground which slowed progress dramatically and I took the
opportunity to cram down a few more jelly babies before the route joined the
Devils Staircase and the real ascent began. It didn’t seem long before I reached
the top of the Staircase but then my descending skills, or lack thereof, let me
down and I lost some of the places that I had gained on the climb as people
went past including, annoyingly, one female competitor. The path widens towards
the approach to Kinlochleven and the rest of the descent was without incident before
I checked in at the Kinlochleven checkpoint and aid station where I was
credited with the dubious honour of being the only runner to request a gin and
tonic. Now theres something to be proud of.
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| View from the Devils staircase |
At Kinlochleven I was passed by another female competitor
who took off quickly and headed off into the distance but by now I was feeling
strong on the climbs although less so on the flat sections so I worked hard on
the climb out of Kinlochleven and caught her on the section of path just before
it levelled out. Now we were on the home run, albeit quite a long home run, so
I scoffed a few more jelly babies and put my head down. By now the camera was
well and truly tucked away in my backpack and all thoughts of my forthcoming Himalayan
adventure were gone as I headed for Fort William as quickly as i could force my legs to go. In typical Glencoe fashion
the weather had changed and a shroud of mist now hung over the hills, a breeze
had got up and some drizzle was blowing through and for the first time since
the start I was aware of feeling chilled.
At the next aid station there was a bit of a queue so I
skipped that one and ran on and settled for eating yet more…you’ve guessed
it…jelly babies. While my legs were feeling fine and I was overtaking other
runners relentlessly my stomach was doing cart wheels and I ran along fighting
a bad bout of nausea. At the final aid station at the Lundavra road head I
decided to give the jelly babies a miss and took an energy gel but could only
manage to stomach half a mouthful of the sweet sticky contents. Eventually I
settled for munching a custard cream biscuit that I had picked up at an earlier
aid station but didn’t feel I could request a cup of tea to dunk it in….
By now it was only 5 miles or so to the finish line including
the long descent through the forest. At
this stage I was for the most part running on my own and the orange marker
flags marking the route were very spread out so I had a couple of nervous
moments when I thought it had been too long since I had seen a marker flag and
this wasn’t helped when my garmin beeped to let me know that 26.2 miles had
passed and I was still in a forest clearly nowhere near the finish line. This
would have been an interesting study into runner psychology given how close I
was to breaking the 5hr barrier… I decided that swearing out loud and stomping
down the hill even faster were the only real options left to me, at least I was
still running downhill which was a good sign and after what seemed like an
eternity a short steep muddy path led to
the road and the finish line in Glen Nevis.
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| The finish line in Glen Nevis |
It was a fantastic event but being a Sunday it meant that
few folk were able to stay on after the race and there was a large time
difference between the first and last finishers so other than a few people
hanging around at the finish to avail themselves of the free soup and hog roast
on offer it all sort of fizzled out which was a bit of a shame. A ceildh in Fort William would have been a
good end to the weekend! The fantastic scenery and views really made the event
and we were very lucky with the weather. It’s a race that could easily turn in to a
bit of an ordeal if the weather was poor as much of the route is very exposed.
At the start Emma and I had been wondering why the slowest
weren’t being set off first as you would expect thus decreasing the gap between
the first and last runners finishing but the reason for this became obvious as
you ran through Glencoe, it would have been difficult and even dangerous to
have faster runners overtaking slower runners on the narrow paths and alongside
the main road.
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| Course profile |
I was happy enough with my 49th place out of the 144 who finished and i was 8th female out of 36. Emma had finished 4th female. My garmin stats said that the route was 27.2 miles with 4656ft of climb.
It was a really good
well organised event and one I would like to do again although I’m not sure how
long it will be before I can look a jelly baby in the eye again without feeling
the slightest bit queasy.
