Paisley 10K

Today I dragged my chubby body and tired legs round the Paisley 10K. Bagging two Munros the day before isn't ideal preparation for a race, but hey, who's taking it seriously? Actually my legs probably weren't as achy as they should be.

You know you're in Paisley when you get to race registration and two of the runners are outside smoking. Now that's a challenge! To them, anything less would be cheating.

It was nice to start a race feeling so relaxed. I perched up near the back of the pack, as I thought it would be best to overtake rather than be trodden on. My legs were a little stiff for the first few kilometres, but at least I didn't walk - like some did. Once I'd loosened up my muscles I would good to go. The only thing that holds me back is my oxygen supply.

It was a pretty muggy day, so I felt quite dehydrated. Especially considering I didn't drink anything prior to the race - I was determined to get round without stopping :-) So as we rounded the corner at 4K, the marshall directed us along the left side of road - when the water station was on the right!? There was a wee guy dodging the traffic and running across with cups of water. Call me old fashioned, but wouldn't it have made more sense to carry the water table over the road? So I missed the water stop. And when I got to the station at 7K, there a queue for a serve-yourself water canister. I ran through that one too. That aside, it was a great race. Fabulous new course, which takes out the misery of the steep hill at 9K. It was well organised and well marshalled and there were pipers or drummers at every kilometre mark.

I felt really good the whole way round. And I really felt I ran well, considering. Steady and comfortable. I finished in 54.34, which I was really pleased with. Six months ago I would have probably thrown myself off a bridge, but I won't be comparing times for a while. Now it's just about staying fit and healthy and participating in the joy of races. Plus, I can't let Sonic catch up medals. I'll be back next year to better it. Well, hopefully :-)

Spilts: 9.10, 9.07, 9.15, 9.17, 8.55, 8.42

After twisting Sonic's arm to sign-up, he put in a sterling effort and finished in 29th position with 36:43. A few minutes of his PB, but much better than he expected.

My 100th Munro

I finally hit the magic 100. I started Munro bagging in May 2005 with a leisurely jaunt up Ben Lomond. Having completed two marathons and various 10Ks and half-marathons, I thought hillwalking would be a breeze. Pah! I could barely walk for four days. Walking downstairs was virtually impossible. Thankfully three years on, my legs are a little more hill savvy.

Today, I bagged the other two Munros on Black Mount - Stob Ghabhar an Stob a Choire Odhair.







On the Aonach Eagach ridge. Probably just as well that we couldn't see the drops below.



A little misty?



100 down. Only 184 to go %-)

Let the holiday begin

Last night I went up to Garscube training. I ran with Kas, who is the first person I've ran with since I found out I was preggers. I suppose I've just felt more comfortable doing my own thing of late. I can stop for a breather, walk, take it easy or jump behind bush if I like. Considering Kas was my final support runner in the final stage of the WHW, she's seen me in a MUCH worse state. The 5.91 mile route (top gate, anniesland, southbrae, danes, anniesland road, home)took us 56.28. Average 9.33 m/m. I felt pretty good, but the hills are really starting to take their toll. And I bowed out of joining Kas on her sprint finish.

I went to the gym before work this morning for my usual cross-training and swim. I'm quite motivated, so getting up early is never really a problem for me. Just don't ask me to stay up past 10pm. The main challenge is the morning is getting Sonic out of bed to come with me. When I wake him at 5.50am, he rolls about squealing like a lobster in boiling water for about five minutes. Today, I took the cruel option in a vain attempt to speed up the process and pulled the covers off him. With a swinging arm tried to grab the disappearing sheet...and whacked himself in the goolies. You can't buy that kind of entertainment :-)

I've finished up at work for two whole weeks. Woohoo! We're off to Vietnam on Tuesday for a spot of sightseeing and wee bit of trekking. Can't wait. I'm starting to feel a little worn out, so I'm actually looking forward to the 15-hour flight.

The best baby card EVER!

Over the past couple of months we have received lots of beautiful cards from family and friends, but my buddy Anita went over and above her usual creative genius to send her congratulations. Anyone who knows Anita, knows she doesn't do thing by halves. We had a club karaoke a couple of years ago, and she came dressed as Kylie. Always one to entertain, you'll find her singing and dancing on the stages of Glasgow. But yesterday, she put the biggest smile on our faces when this dropped through the letterbox.

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In the pic: Paul, Sharon, Anita, Kas, Sara and Jill


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Complete with bump


Baby in Garscube Harriers kit

Midweek mayhem

I had a bit of a nippy head last night, so called off my planned four-mile run. Instead I had my spaghetti hoops (yep, still on them) and went to bed at 8.30pm. Unfortunately that meant I was awake at 3.30 this morning. I lay listening to the torrential rain batter off the window until it was time to go to the gym. I was quite organised last night and left my gym gear next to the bed, ready to 'jump' into. I wasn't sensible enough not to leave them under the open window though. Doh!

So 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and then off for a cooling swim. I did 40 lengths of breast stroke and then 10 in front crawl. I swear I haven't done front crawl since I left school. Being raised in Dubai, swimming was a big thing at my school. Mind you, so was x-country (or x-desert). Both of which I rejected until well into my adulthood. All went well and I didn't drown. I did however gulp a bit too much water and let out a accidental belch, which seemed to echo round the pool area. Die. I couldn't even pretend it wasn't me, as everyone within earshot (and it was a massive burp) turned to look at me. There are not many places to hide your shame when your only option is airless. I'm sure you could have heard hissing when my red face hit the water.

I went out for a fabulous four-mile run when I got home. I felt the best I have done in ages. It was a lovely fresh evening with a cool breeze. I just did my usual route round Balloch. Average pace was 8.59 m/m.

I've got a hospital appointment on Friday, so I blew the dust off my pregnancy week-by-week book for some last minute swotting. I nearly keeled over in fits when I read this bit: "don't bother with expensive maternity wear. Just wear some leggings and borrow your partner's T-shirts". WTF? Who could suggest such a cardinal sin. My thoughts are: as my normal clothes get tighter, I go shopping. Pregnancy is to be enjoyed. And fretting and mopping about about what to wear would be unbearable. Well, that's my excuse for my additional purchases to my new collection.

Another two Munros

Nine of us (and Merry, the dog) headed out on a rainy Sunday morning to bag the two Munros on Black Mount - Meall a Bhuiridh and Creise.

The initial ascent was tough. Very steep grassy slopes with lots of loose rocks. We later discovered that Sonic (who was in charge of navigation) took us on the reverse circuit route to "make it a longer day". There was almost a queue to push him off. Mind you, once we were up the ridge was pretty straight forward and the route down to the ski tracks into Glencoe made the descent a doodle.

The pictures are quite deceptive, as I only took my camera out when there was a break in a rain.





If you want rainbows, you've got to put up with the rain - or so Dolly Parton would say.





No Sonic hadn't fallen in the river. It really was that wet.









The Crazy German

Groundhog Day.

Just an easy seven for me. Just for a change :-% Today I thought I'd go a bit crazy and stop my watch after a one mile warm-up and then time the six-miles. I've signed up for a couple of 10Ks over the next six weeks and I'm slightly worried that I might not break the one hour mark. Shallow, I know, but even my first ever 10K was 57 minutes. The result was I did the six miles in 54 minutes, at a relatively easy pace. So fingers crossed I'm not last. At least I'll get a PB. A Pregnancy Best that is. And boy could I do with some new (one-size-fits-no-one) race t-shirts.

The power of ten

I actually ran 10 whole miles tonight. And a very hilly 10 miles at that. Who would have thought I'd be chuffed at running 10 miles?

It was a glorious night - fresh and sunny - and the views were amazing. It's my favourite route (over to milngavie, through the back roads to Langbank), so when it was on the cards for the Garscube training night, I knew I had to give it a bash. I left a little early to allow myself plenty of time. The steep hills were a bit of a struggle, but I followed JK's WHW race plan and ran up 20 breaths and then walked for 20 seconds before carrying on and repeating. I really enjoyed the run. And the country roads made for easy "comfort breaks". Double bonus.

I got back well before the others. Only to discover it was only the fast guys who took the longer option. The rest coped out with a shorter six-miler. I was glad to see the guys were completely goosed and panting about it being a tough course. I'm sure there exertion levels were much higher than mine. And they did finish 30 minutes faster than me. But hey, it's all relative...?



Average pace 10:11

Full-on day

I got up at 5.45am to go to the gym before work. Despite Sonic's promises to join me on my early morning workouts, there was just no shifting him. I'm not going to bore with the gym schedules, because quite frankly I'm boring myself. I just need to tell you one humorous tale: I'm quite scatterbrained at times. And especially more in recent times. But the there was a girl at the girl who took it to a new level. Whilst I was on the elliptical trainer, so was frantically pedaling away on the bike in front. When she had finished her session she quite admirably went away to get some paper towels and disinfectant spray to clean down the bike she was using. So she came back and spent a few minutes thoroughly wiping down the bike...next to the one she was using. I nearly fell off the machine laughing :-)

I had to get to work early, as I had a meeting out at Park Circus. I decided to leave my car in the carpark and walk out. It was raining, but I didn't think it was that bad. I call it falling-down-rain. I know all rain falls down, but I mean it's the kind of rain that doesn't attack you from all angles. Anyway, it wasn't my wisest decision, as I got pretty drenched - on the way out and again on the way back.

At lunchtime I dragged Sonic round the shops looking for new gear for our holiday. Not too much damaged caused, as I only came back with a pair of jeans. Shopping is quiet hard just now, as I don't want to buy anything that's only going to fit me for five minutes. I find it a bit depressing, as I never had to worry covering and hiding bits. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving my little bump. But I hate the boobs. And everything else is a little more padded than usual.

After work I went a four-mile run before the running club committee meeting. I chose quite a hilly route (Top gate, maxwell, canniesburn, switchback) so my average was even slower than normal - 9.35m/m. It was a really nice fresh night, so it was quite enjoyable.

So after a nice, uneventful, but drawn out committee meeting (need to be careful who reads this!), I was home for 10.30. Needless to say, I was pretty zonked.

Back to the grindstone

Nothing much to report. Just went to the gym at lunchtime and then for a five mile run after work. Sonic went to meet the troops for a fartlek session and I went off and did my own thing. Just me, myself and my ipod. Really need to get some new tunes for running. Right now I've got a choice between dance stuff (which I previously used for speed and tempo runs) and utter rubbish.

Marathon day

We got up early to watch the Olympic Marathon this morning. Even though we taped it, because of the time difference, I wanted to watch if before someone killed the surprise. During the 2004 Olympics, I had taped the marathon and went out for the day - with a view to watching it when I got back. Of course I received numerous texts along the lines of "at least we can finish a marathon" or "poor Paula". This time the phones were ignored until the finishing line.

It was a strange battle to view. Constantina Tomescu was the only one brave enough to go for the gold. The rest were like a pack of wolves. They all wanted it, but no one was going to stick their next out an go for it..until the last couple of miles. And then it was a close battle for the top 10 positions. Paula put in a very brave performance - just to finish in 23rd place. I'm glad the Japanese gal, Reiko Tosa, pulled out. It was torture watching her struggle. Click here for full results.



I didn't really fancy a run today. My heart wasn't in it. Instead I took my niece and nephew to a local fete for some face painting, cake eating and bouncy castle-ing.

However, I did cyle round with Sonic on his 13-mile run. I'm sure he choose the hilly option in a vain attempt to shake me off :-)

Hitting the hills

Traded in the trainers for the boots today. Even though the forecast was for rain and more rain, I was still adamant I wanted to hit the hills.

Sonic and I were joined by Athole, David (Athole's pal) and Ben. We met them at Bridge of Orchy, as we were planning on doing Beinn Achaladair (1038 metres) and Beinn a Chreachain (1081 metres). Two new Munros for me.

When we first met David, he seemed quite impressed that we had ran the WHW race. Later we discovered that we were totally humbled by his achievements. He's this year's Scottish Teacher of the Year and going up against two others for the UK Teacher of the Year. Not only that, he organises teachers lectures, school trips, climbing clubs, school plays...and he sings, plays piano, tap dances and does ballet. I felt pretty pretty deflated about my mere ability to put one foot in front of the other %-)

Thankfully the weather forecast was slightly out. It was quite dull and windy, but we never had a drop of rain. The cool conditions were a welcome relief, as on previous trips I found I overheat quite quickly. And subsequently wilt. Considering I was out with four boys, the pace was quite steady. I'm sure they would have been up there like a rat up a pipe, if it wasn't for me though. Mind you, we finished the circuit well before the 6.5/8.5 hour time allowance recommendation, so I couldn't have been that slow.



So that's me on 96 Munros now. I really want to get to 100 before I get too fat. Then I've only got the small matter of the other 184. Sonic's done 242 (he started when he was 16!) so I've got a bit of catching up to do.

Gym and swim

Managed to convince (some may call it guilt-trip) Sonic into going to the gym with me before work. I really enjoy the gym on a Friday morning, as it's really quiet. The aforementioned good intentions are usually quashed by Friday. I went on the elliptical trainer for 30 minutes and then went for a swim.

I'm finding it quite funny how your body and tastes adapt to different things when you're preggers. Previously you wouldn't have got me anywhere near a swimming pool and now I really enjoy. Which is good, as they say swimming is the best form of exercises - especially in the latter stage. Also, my day couldn't have started with a cup of coffee, whereas I'm completely off the lovely black stuff just now.

A bit more bendy

I went to my yoga class at lunchtime. Even if I do say so myself, I'm getting better. I suppose I should be, as I've been going to the class since last December. Or maybe it's the relaxin that's making me more supple. Either way, bending and twisting doesn't seem as strained as it used to. When I first joined the class, I could barely touch my knees let alone my toes. The main benefit is that it has sorted out the reoccuring adductor - I think common people call it groin strain :-) and hip injuries that I had.

Whe I got home I went for a 4.5mile run, which I really enjoyed. Average pace 9:18. I don't know how I managed it, but the average pace for all my runs over the past week or so has been 9.18. Spooky.

The things I do for spaghetti hoops

I was pretty knackered last night, so I went to bed at 9.30pm. The flip side was that I woke up at 4am. I tried to get back to sleep, but gave in after an hour or so and decided to go the gym. Not before I threw Sonic out the door into the pouring rain to do his tempo run. I know, I'm a witch. The advantage of being early was that I didn't have to rush about getting everything in before work, so I had a 30-minute session on elliptical trainer - watching GMTV. Fascinating stuff. I know all the top news stories before I even get to work. Then I spent 30 minutes in the pool. It's great in the morning, as I pratically have the place to myself. Unlike last Monday night when I nearly drowned with the waves. Mind you, I'm sure Monday's are busier than most nights. Everyone's full of great intentions at the start of the week.

After the early rise, I was starting to wilt by mid-morning. I didn't help that I had to make a 150 mile round trip to a meeting on the east-coast. I have noticed over the last few months my tolerance levels have got even lower - if that was possible. Maybe it was the heat, or the tiredness or the traffic-jams, but I seem to have a bit more of the rage of road of late.

By the time I got back to the office and rushed about getting stuff together for tomorrow's paper, I was like a Gremlin by the end of the day. Didn't stop me going on a seven-mile run though. I know, I'm a martyr. Even in the current condition, I still feel really guilty when I don't get my run in. Needless to say, it wasn't my finest performance. I had to take a few walking breaks, but hey ho, it's about maintaining fitness, not speed. My only incentive was to get back in time before the supermarket closed. I needed my spaghetti hoop fix :-) I don't think I'm embracing this pregnancy properly. All I seem to eat is All-Bran, cottage cheese, wholemeal bread, pasta and tinned spaghetti. Not complaining though. I'm sure by Christmas, I'll be demolishing a selection box or two.

Race pictures

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Four's a chore

I was full of great intentions today, but I only managed a four-mile run after work. And that was only because Sonic dropped me off four-miles from the house. I remember the days when I wouldn't have bothered dirtying a pair of socks for four miles. Mind you, I also remember the days when I didn't breath like I'd lost a lung. Anyway, after the initial humming and hawing and will I/won't I, I had a fabulous run. There was a nice drizzle, so I dint' overheat. And I managed the whole four-miles without a nature call. Now that's an accomplishment!

Feeling the pinch

OK, who shrunk my clothes? It's week 17 and I'm starting to feel the snugness. I don't quite have a bump, just an all over expansion. My Sis (and mother of two) laughed when I showed her my bump yesterday. She eloquently said that it looks like I "need a good fart". Of course, my husband has been a tower of strength. Supporting me with his usual reem of Marco-isms. When I was moaning about my general growth he told me in was all in my head. Closely followed by "I know when you look in the mirror you see a big fat heifer...". Actually I don't. But NOW I DO. It's a good job I'm thick-skinned.

I'm not brave enough to stand on the scales, so I wimped out with a measuring tape instead. I've put 3.5" on my chest, which sounds quite impressive until I tell you what it was in the first place. I'm still way short of the national average. My waist is now 27.5", which is just a few fish suppers worth really.

I didn't go for run today. Just the gym after work. 30 mins on the elliptical trainer and then a 30 minute swim. It's probably one of the few times I've been to the gym in evening, and now I remember why I avoid it. What a nightmare. I can't believe people actually queue for a treadmill...to walk...when it's dry and sunny outside. Madness.

We went to a BBQ tonight. Dermot (from running club) and his wife were having a wee al fresco soiree. There's only one thing better than a good barbie. And that's a barbie when you're preggers. Sheer bliss. And there was lots of running chat too. Even better.

Hangover free for me. How novel.

This hangover free Sunday malarky is getting to be quite a habit. Who would have thought I'd wake up bright as a button after a wedding? The same couldn't be said for Sonic though. After working his way through copious amounts of beer, wine AND whisky, it was him that wanted to vacate the party early. I'm not convinced he didn't use me as an excuse though. So after he bounced out of the venue, passed out in the car, threatened to throw up and then crawled up the stairs to bed, he wasn't full of the joys of summer when I got up for my run at 7am.

I just went round my usual 7-mile route through Dumbarton. I was a great morning for a run. Fresh and drizzly, just the way I like it. I felt great, so 9m/m seems really easy. Although I've been very lucky with my general well-being during pregnancy, the toilet stops are getting beyond a joke. I had to stop TWICE. And I didn't even drink anything before I left for my run. I'm going to get an ASBO (or an anti social behaviour order - for my overseas readers) soon. Mind you, where we live an ASBO is probably a recognised qualification. ;-)

My plan was to run round my route and then cycle with Sonic on his 12-mile tempo. I'm sure that was Sonic's plan too...in his head. He'd just forgotten to tell his legs. When I got home, he'd got as far as eating breakfast and had retired to the sofa to watch archery at the Olympics. I mean, who actually watches archery on TV? Apparently it's quite gripping.

An eventful day

Well, today is our first wedding anniversary. To kick off the romance, we exchanged gifts. I bought Sonic a pair of I-nov8 Mudrocs and an Icebreaker top. Ahhh the romance. And he got me a pair of MBTs (which I will discuss at a later point)and a huge bunch of lillies. I forgot to mention that we were exchanging gifts at 4am, as we were going to cheer on out buddies who were running the Devil O' the Highlands. We could only go as far as Kingshouse though, as we had to go to someone else's wedding %-) How's that for a first anniversary? I was only slightly miffed that Marco's mate chose today to get married.



The conditions for the race seemed great for running - cool and wet - but horrible for spectating. Although the moisture would have made the rocky descents trickier to maneuver. But I would have rather tackled that than the wrestling we had to endure with the pesky midges.

It was great to catch up with some of the WHW folks - Thomas, Silke, Davie, Brian, Ian, Allybea, George and Dario. And my live wire bessie mate, Sharon, was out for her debut ultra marathon. Sharon's has come on leaps and bounds over the past two years and she's trained like a crazy woman, so I held high hopes for her performance. Actually before the race I told her I expected at least a second place position. In true Sharon-style she went that little bit further and WON the race in an amazing time of 7:12. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. I think she'll be signing up for the WHWR next year. Actually Sharon and I always joke that we have to do everything together. When Sonic previously quizzed me on my future baby thoughts, I told him I'd check with Sharon. She must be looking at my expanding waistline with fear!

There were some amazing time for the boys too. The top five broke the race record. Jez Bragg was first home in an awe-inspiring time of 5.22. I actually met Jez before the race. I did know whether to shake his hand or curtsy :-) There were some other fabulous times from Thomas (6.34), Davie (7.02), Brian (7.28), Gail (7.31), George (7.34), Aileen (8.18) and Dario (10.45). Congratulations to everyone! Particularly to those who completed the unoffical treble. My aim is to get my fat-ass in shape for next year's race. Six months should be ok, shouldn't it?

I've got some pix from the race, which I will post when I get round to it.

click here for more information on the Devil o' the highlands and race results. I think I'll need to start a petition to remove the sound effects from the site. Everytime I open it in the office, everyone looks to see who's been shot.

Pregorexia

There's a new buzz word in town: Pregorexia.

My lovely employer printed a whole feature on the subject, which prompted all my colleagues to point their fingers at me. Possibly because I'm the only pregnant gal they've every seen in running gear.

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Anyway, working on my pregorexia, I've been to the gym most days this week. Oh yes, pilates and yoga. Crazy eh? I even pushed the boat right out and a couple of sessions on the elliptical trainer and did a spot of swimming. Tonight I went for a four-mile jog.

Surprise, surprise...an easy five

As Garscube's Tuesday night speed sessions are out of the question, I went on my own five-mile (and a bit) tour of Knightswood. I met up with wee Ann Clan and Ali who I haven't seen in ages. Ann is injured and Ali does the Glasgow-Edinburgh commute now, so they haven't been at the club for a while. It was great to catch up with them both. Ali is so bored on her daily journey, she reads must blog. Actually she discovered it a couple of months ago, and spent a week going through every post.

Sonic was going to the club session, so I met up with the troops after my run. They were doing Parlauf - which is a Garscube term for mass confusion.

The non-long run + 16 weeks pix

Gone are the days of epic distances at the weekend. I really think 10 miles could be my maximum over the next wee while. Today I opted for seven-miles round my usual Dumbarton route. I've done quite a bit this week - including swimming yesterday - so thought it would be best to take it easy. OK, easy-ish. When I came back from my run (which I started at 7am) I cycled next to Sonic who was running the 10-mile of the Balloch Horseshoe.

For those interested in the progress of the bump. Here's some pictures of me at 16-weeks.





Marco's alternative blog report: Three miles easy (average 7.27), followed by six miles at PE level 8 (6.53, 6.50, 6.34, 7.20, 6.55, 6.27 average 6.50) and then a one mile cool down. I keep shouting at him to sort out his terrible heel-strike and hip-bent running form. I fear my coaching days could be numbered! ;-)

Going clubbing

I would say I finally made it back to club training tonight, but that's technically not true. I kinda made it back to club training, in the sense that I turned up at Garscube and ran the six-mile route that was on the cards for tonight...but I skulked out ten minutes early and ran by myself. It's not that I was being anti-social, I just wanted to take it easy. It was a quite a hilly course and I have done quite a bit this week. Given that my oxygen supply is not what it used to be, I wanted to make sure I'd behave and walk if need be. Plus, I didn't want to patronise people by dropping groups as I have to run really, really slow now. In the end I was quite happy to run myself and just meet up with everyone at the finish.

I had a really great run. Nice and easy. But the best thing about it was it was raining and windy. I never thought I'd say this, but it was absolute bliss. It really kept my new-found central heating system in control. Roll on the winter!

The first three miles were a gently uphill - someone shoot the route master - and then it was pretty good from there. The toughest thing is resisting the urge to pick up the pace on the down hills. In fact I really have to slow it down, as everything seems to be a bit bouncy ;-)

Drymen - Stockiemuir - Milngavie - Canniesburn - home. 6 miles in 58 minutes.

A bit of everything. Just slower.

Despite a late night and long drive back from the wedding, I was still up with the larks and keen to go to the gym. Usually I have to blackmail Sonic into coming with me, but today I had the silent guilt trip. I think he felt obliged to after helping him with his training yesterday and then subjecting me to the drunken wedding frenzy. I swore I wasn't going to be one of those "I am pregnant you know" moaners, but I'll take it while I can. The good thing about pregnancy, is that hangovers can't get in the way of training. So off I went to the gym for a 30 minutes session on the elliptical trainer (on a low level) and then some gentle swimming. I think Sonic half-heatedly did some cycling and dabbled with some weights before resigning to the spa pool.

When I got home I went for a four-mile jog at 9.30 minute mile pace and then cycled round with Sonic on his seven-miler.

Sonic's alternative blog report: He finally lost the big toe nail than been threatening to fall off since the WHW. After getting up at 6am with a mild hangover, kicking the door nearly sent him over. Despite the trauma he was a brave soldier and didn't even whine too much on the way to the gym &-) Tonight, he went for a seven-mile tempo. Like most boys, he tends to go out and blast round as fast as he can. I'm trying to get him to structure the runs: easy two (PE* 7); interval for three (PE 8); easy for one (PE 6); and fast finish (PE 8 and then 9). We went over the seven mile route through Dumbarton. It's quite hilly at the start, so good for keeping steady. We must have been getting some strange looks - especially when I was cycling next to him shouting: "that doesn't look like a 7 from here!". Splits after the two mile warm-up were 6:30, 6:48, 6:48, 7:55 and 6:50

* PE - perceived effort.

Jogging, coach, wedding..ooh and driving :-(

We're off to a wedding today - I know, on a TUESDAY - so I went for an early morning five-miler round Balloch. It was raining, so much fresher than is has been for days. It will come as no surprise that I took it easy. Back for 8.30am - time to boot Sonic's a*s out the door. Well, if I can't run, then he's going to have to do it for. And he's not going to blog, then I'll do that for him. What a team. Unfortunately he's got the joy of having me as a coach for the foreseeable future.

Sonic's alternative blog report: He ran and I cycled along beside him. I've talked him into focusing on effort levels rather pace. So an easy four-miler at 7/10 effort and then some reps round the circuit in Christie Park. 6 x (approx) 400 metres. 1.17, 1.16, 1.17, 1.17, 1.22 (told him to steady up and save energy for the last one) and 1.15.

Here's a pic of us in our wedding gear...

Team Debs

We gathered all the troops for a thank you Italian feast at Primo in Milngavie. Pizza, pasta, vino, beer, (soft drinks for me) good chat and reminiscing. Sonic spent the evening talking the chaps into doing the Highland Fling. And the girls talked about everyone who was unfortunate enough not to be there. Just kidding.

Finally got a picture of (the recovered) Team Debs.



Sharon thought she was auditioning for the News of the World ;-)

Hot hills

Sonic and I had another fabulous weekend of walking. We left the caravan (in a random lay-by) near Invergarry on Wednesday and went to collect it last night. Thankfully all was OK. Sonic did harbour thoughts of theft, burn-outs or being trashed by neds. I, of course, have more (sometimes unjustified) faith in humanity.

It was another fabulous night. Warm and sunny. Unfortunately where we stopped for the night was a midge hell-hole. Any ventures outside the caravan were like a scene from Killer Bees.

There was a downpour of rain in the wee small hours, but the sun was out in a vengeance by the time we started out. Since my core temperature seems to have gone through the roof of late, I was like a mobile furnace all day. Although I'm sure Sonic would have likened me to a Gremlin.

The plan for the day was to do Gleouraich and Spidean Mialach - two Munros that lie between Loch Quioch and Loch Cluanie.

It was fairly easy, but steep, ascent. Great stalkers path with solid steps - my favourite. Unfortunately the beasties were out on force. Horseflies seems to take a liking to me. My bites have bites.

The views from the summit were amazing. It was so warm and still that even the midges had made their way up. Oh joy. There was a long walk, with a height drop of 300m over to the second Munro.

We finished the route in just over five hours. As it was early afternoon and a glorious day, we decided to squeeze in another Munro. As you do. Auch, it was just down the road after all. But sssh, don't tell my Mum.

The ascent of Sgurr a Mhaoraich was again pretty straightforward. A nice steady stalker's path leading us up to the summit. Sonic informed me that trusty ol' Cameron McNeish said the route should take five hours. I don't think that prediction was based on doing a full day walking before starting. Or taking into account the blistering (OK, blistering for the Highlands) heat. I had cut back on clothing and weight in my rucksack, so this hill felt much more comfortable. I think I've got a few months of playing damsel ahead of me. Sorry, Sonic. I did point out that there was two couples on the first hill of the morning and the women were carrying absolutely nothing. Pah! cheaters!

Surprisingly I felt better on the third Munro. Maybe that's the endurance runner in me. Take 10 miles to warm up ;-) Half-way through the descent I which pretty much over it though. My feet and knees ached, I'd been eaten alive and my neck was burnt to a crisp. You can tell I'm Scottish when I've got the cheek to complain about a sunny day on the hills.

Club five-mile race

It's a well-attended and sociable annual event, so I went along for a giggle. No pressure just a steady run round the reservoir in Milngavie. The bonus was it was a gorgeous summer's night. And the double-bonus was that I wasn't last :-) My aim was to run 9m/m...or how I felt. But no faster. Guess what? I finished in 45:03. How's that for pacing? I felt pretty good all the way round. The only negative was that five-miles is along way without a pee-stop ;-)

It was great to see all the troops again. It's only been a month, but it seems like forever. Sonic even donned his trainers for the second time since the race. Considering injury and distinct lack of training he finished in a fabulous time of 32:something. Well done to my brother-in-law, Paul who finally got round to whipping Sonic's ass. They try to disguise their competitiveness by claiming they focus on different disciplines - Paul being a very good track runner - but everyone knows what drives the Brothers Consani. Congratulations, Paul on taking two minutes off last year's time. And I'm very impressed you didn't milk the victory a little more. I cast up my Devil's trophy at least twice a week ;-)

No running this weekend, as Sonic and I are off on another hillwalking adventure.

There's a humorous debate on the WHWR forum about what we should call the bambino. Click here to read the latest suggestions. NB: Before you start reading, please bare in mind these people are nuts!

Jogging, gyming and bagging some hills

Big thanks to all the kind and encouraging comments. 20 has to be a record. Even if the last one was JK commenting on the fact the entry had attracted 19 comments.

Last week was a whirlwind of excitement and (for others) shock. Despite receiving numerous ignorant comments along the lines of "you'll have given up running then?" - which were generally reciprocated with "sorry, I said pregnant. Not disabled" - OK, I appreciate people are concerned, but I'm big and ugly enough to know my own body. And, more importantly, know my own limits. I have been keeping generally quite active. I know there hasn't been much blogging, but I haven't resigned myself to slippers, soaps and giant bars of Cadbury...YET! So twos-up to the clueless and here's to a fit and healthy pregnancy.

My running - which is now jogging - has been confined within the barriers of 4-7 miles at 9-10 m/m pace. Last week I did 2 x 5 miles and 7 miler at an average of 9m/m. I've spoken to my gym fitness instructor and he's happy for me to continue with pilates and yoga for the time being. I'll be given alternatives for anything that he deems inappropriate. I've also been using the elliptical trainer for 30 mins a few times a week. And last Friday - despite being adverse to most water-based sports - did a bit of swimming and aqua jogging.



This is the book that I've been avidly reading. In summary: I can run as long as it doesn't hurt and I don't get too breathless. What an education ;-) I think I'll write my own version at the end of this adventure. Joking aside it was comforting to read other runner's stories and generally get a little bit more information.

So, that's the boring updates out of the way.

Sonic and I decided to escape on a caravan trip to do a spot of hillwalking for a few days. We headed up to Ullapool on Saturday. The day was spent travelling, so we took our time. Stopping frequently for tea breaks, shopping stops and view appreciation. And off course I needed to pee every 15 minutes. Hey, it's all part of the course.

Setting up for the night, the weather didn't look too promising. Howling winds and bouts of torrential rain. And on Sunday morning, it was pretty much the same. As we had travelled so far we could hardly bow out, so we braved the elements and headed on the course for the day - the ascent of Beinn Dearg, Cona Mheall and Meall nan Caepraichean. Surprisingly enough the weather wasn't actually that bad. OK, it rained a lot and the view was non-existent at most times, but I have experienced much worse. Back at the caravan with we celebrated a successful trip with tomato soap and spaghetti hoops on toast. Gawd we know how to live.

Monday was morning was a whole different story. Blue skies and sunshine. Surprising considering Sunday was supposed to be the best day. Thus confirming my opinion on never believing a weather forecast. Due to the long walk-in we only managed one Munro - Eididh nan Clach Geala. Sonic wanted to push on for another, but that would have involved finishing about 10pm. I managed to talk him out of it with the promise of fish 'n' chips. The way to Sonic's heart. We went to the Seaforth in Ullapool, which is billed as the UK's best fish pub restaurant. I think we were the only people in the town with English as a first language, but I think it's a lovely wee place. And the food was definitely worth missing another Munro for. The fish was more like a whale in batter. Despite my crazy appetite, I barely made a dent in it. I was more interested in the chips and mushy peas. Sacrilege, I know.

Tuesday was another cracking day. We couldn't believe out luck. Probably just a well, as the route to An Foachagach involved crossing two rivers. We had spoken to a walker on Sunday, who told us he ended chest-deep. I think Sonic has been watching too many Bear Grylis programmes, as he was looking forward to a spot of skinny-dipping. Thankfully the countryside was spared, as we made it over thigh-deep with shoes and socks in hand. The steep grassy slopes were pretty relentless. As lame as it is, I'm a big fan of a nice trail or path. The views from the top were breathtaking. Views for miles. We even managed to have lunch at the summit - without risk of exposure or being blown off. We were less cautious on the descent and wadded through the rivers fully clothed. I think my boots might have drained by next month.

All in all, a fabulous trip with limited drama. Only a few stumbles and bruises. We only tipped the caravan once. However, we did manage to lose one of the sunroof shutters though, as we forgot to close it. It flew off on the A9 and hit an American tourist's car - which they informed us they had borrowed from the minister. Oops. And last night Sonic drove off with the wheel lock on though. RIP the wheel lock. One day we'll grasp this caravan malarkey. In the meantime, it keeps us highly amused.

Running with baby on board

Oh well, I best explain myself then. I hope you've all got over the initial shock. Sonic and I are still working it. Firstly, I would like to point out that I was totally and utterly blissfully oblivious to the fact that I was 10 weeks pregnant when I was hauling my ass (and the prawn-like Bambino) along 96 miles of the West Highland Way. I had no symptoms or reason to believe I was pregnant. No morning sickness or nausea. I was a little more tired than usual, but I put that down to long training runs and then the taper.

Without being to personal or graphic, my cycle is a little erratic to say the least. Anything from 30 days to five months, is considered normal for me. In a vain attempt to get my cycle is working order (did I say I wasn't getting personal?), we opted for a more natural form a birth control...and invested $500 on the the biggest pile of f-ing junk known to mankind. A contraption called the LadyComp, which measures your fertility levels. It claims to be 99% accurate. I could probably count on the one hand how many "green lights" we got...so what were the chances?

Anyways, after the WHWR I decided to do a home test. Get this - to reassure myself that I wasn't pregnant. You can imagine the scene when the blue cross appeared. And it wasn't a faint (mibbees aye, mibbees no) cross. It was so bright and prominent, you could have used it to land helicopters. Sonic nearly fell of the chair and I sobbed something along the lines of "I'm going to have to be in your support team next year". A memorable one-liner that will probably come back to haunt me. So there you go, Bambino Consani is in the making.

We kept it quiet until the scan, mainly because I wasn't convinced there was a baby in there. Still no symptoms. well, apart from the fact that I look like I've jetted off to LA for breast implants. I felt like a proper grown-up having to buy 34B bra....I digress...Not only was I concerned about the damage I may have caused, but terrified about being laughed out of the maternity ward if there wasn't anything there. But as you can see by (the very clear) picture, there's no denying it. And the little wriggler has perfect limbs and digits. Albeit a slightly large head ;-)

We let the cat out the bag by firstly visiting our families on Tuesday night. In true Martin-clan style, the announcements were a riot. My Mum stared in bewilderment at the scan for a what seemed like eternity. Even when I said it's baby Consani, the penny didn't drop. After a while she shrieked: "What? YOU?". My wee Sis (who I class as my nearest and dearest) asked in all seriousness: "how long have you been trying for?". WTF? She gets blonder every day.

Looking back on previous blog reports, there were a few (if you looked really hard) tell-tale signs: Struggling with speed work, terrible breathing, me wibbering on about signs that I shouldn't be doing the race...As I've said, I'm a firm believer that things happen for a reason. So my knee unjury during the race, was my body's way of telling me to slow. Actually it was probably telling me the pull-out, but I'm slightly hard of hearing.

Anyway, I'm still planning on running throughout pregnancy - although on the smaller and slower scale. Actually the first book I bought was on running and pregnancy. I felt guilty a few days later and purchased a week-by-week guide. My obstetrican seems happy for me to continue. When I told him about the WHWR (which he was more than familiar with) and had a look that said "will someone get these nutters out of my office". As our house is a stone's throw away from the hospital, I'm sure he'll catch me waddling down the street over the coming months.

Oh I forgot to mention, Bambino Consani is due on January 19. Sonic is under the impression he's got a driver for the festivities. Dillusional I know.

Oi, Dario! Where's my goblet?

We were more shocked than you are. Trust me.

And some more

Well so much for enjoying the whole bed to myself. A Sonic-free night resulted in me waking every 30 mins and then being as bright as a button at 5am. This time I didn't try to fight it, I just got up and went to the gym. Nothing to strenuous, just half an hour on the cross-trainer and a few bits 'n' bobs.

I'm glad I did left the house early though, as the weather was awful. Heavy rain during the night had caused severe flooding on the roads and I couldn't see a thing for the spray. My wee Aygo was getting thrown about every time I hit a puddle. I was really excited about the thought of travelling through to Edinburgh for a meeting later in the morning.

Thankfully the weather cleared by 9am. And, more importantly, I was back from Edinburgh in time to go to my yoga class at lunchtime. Boy did my muscles need a stretch.

I went for a seven-mile run (well, jog) round Dumbarton when I got home. Nothing much to report, just trying to get back into a regular training regime.

Regularly updates from Sonic seem to dispute his opinion on how he hates travelling for work. I told you about the sushi feast last night. I forgot to mention that he was flying business class, so missed the queues at the airport and had the whole cabin to himself. Then he stayed in a luxury hotel, before flying to Paris this morning. he texted me this afternoon - slightly squiffy - after a lunch of veal and red wine. He's back tonight, so the jolly's over. Not before he skives off tomorrow, by "working-from-home" so he can await the arrival of his new iphone 3G. Sounds like torture, doesn't it? Sometimes I don't know how he copes.

I think I've found my lost mojo

Well, I bite the bullet and went out for my first run since the WHW race. And what a glorious and enjoyable experience it was. The sun was shining and there was a light breeze keeping me cool. My legs felt as light as feather and I had to constantly slow myself down, as 7m/miles wasn't the plan for a easy recovery run. Little birds and deers followed me along my route, with joyful smiles of encouragement... Bah! Bet you thought you'd stumbled on John K's blog by accident. Te He. In reality my return to the pounding of the pavement was distinctly average.

Don't get me wrong I haven't been completely idol for the last few weeks (a la Sonic style). I've been going to the gym most days. Working on the elliptical cross-training contraption, silly stepper thingy and randomly picking up some weights. Oh and there's been pilates and yoga too, but I know that doesn't count. The bones in my feet have been a bit of mess, so it's only over the last few days that I've considered running. Plus there was the drama of finding my lost mojo.

Sonic and I even did a bit of hillwalking on Saturday. I ticked off Munro number 86, by bagging Beinn Chabhair behind Beinglas Farm. I thought my legs were going to buckle at the sight of the West Highland Way, but they held up until the initial steep ascent. The weather as glorious and we managed to get up and down before the downpours started. After a fabulous day on the hills we went to the cinema to see Hancock and then went to Wagamamas for a noodle feast. How's that for a perfect day out?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch... I've pretty goosed most of today. Sonic was up at 3.30am for the red-eye flight to Amsterdam. Which basically means I've been up since 3.30am. Can't complain though, as at least this time he remembered his wedding ring! But don't get me started on that. I tried everything to get back to sleep. Counting sheep, reading, talking myself back to sleep. I even tried mentally reliving the WHW route. I gave up at 5.30 and decided to go to the gym. Bit more cross-training, but I was still adamant I was going for a run tonight. And I did. Just an easy 4.5-miler round Balloch. I wore my Garmin- just to log the miles - but didn't look at the pace. I'm going to have a week of pace-pressure free running. I generally felt OK, but my knees are still really weak.

I even bumped into Jim Robertson (now a 12 time WHWR finisher) when I was heading back home, so it was nice to catch up with another ejit. Especially someone who's 12 times the ejit I am.

So, I've got an empty and sole power over the remote control. Sonic's presently OD-ing on sushi in the Dam. I not used to having room to sleep. Sonic likes to sleep in the middle of the bed - diagonally. It's not annoying at all ;-)

Never give up, no matter what the circumstances are

I hope he got a PB!

Petition to get Sonic to blog his WHW race report

He obviously needs some encouragement. Please sign up here.

Race times

JK kindly put together a plan for me. Unfortunately it went a bit wrong on the day. I'll be back for the sub:24 though.

The legs are twitching...

...but the feet ain't playing ball.

After a week of inactivity - apart from bending my elbow to stuff my face - I woke up this morning dying to do something. Anything. Running is still out of the question as the bones in my feet don't like that idea. So, I decided to go to the gym at lunchtime. 20 minutes on the elliptical trainer, 10 minutes on the stairclimbing thingy (both, which I usually find highly entertaining) and some light weights...and I'm feeling much better. I've got my pilates and yoga classes this week and might try for a wee cycle. Hopefully I'll be out on the streets by the end of the week.

Some pix

West Highland Way Race - 95 miles over 15,000ft

Well, I did it. I don't know how, but I made it to the end. Just. I will never know where I found the strength. I've always known I was a stubborn wee bugg*r (to quote my Mother), but I've taken it a whole new level.

OK, seen as I've resigned by myself to a non-productive week, I best start at the beginning. Just for the record, this entry had taken me longer to write that it did to run ;-)

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I met up with the first part of Team Debs just after midnight. Sharon and Sara were my back up from Milngavie to Rowardenan. Then swapping with Jill and Kas at Balloch - who were taking over from Beinglas.

After registration and picking up my new race merchandise, Dario gave us a race briefing and safety information. Well, as much safety information as can be provided for people about to embark on a 95 mile run through the Scottish Highlands. Dario pointed out that there were four married couples taking part in this year's race. Some were running together. Some not. We were definitely within the latter.

Milngavie to Drymen.
The journey started at 1am with sea of headtorches making their way through Milngavie town centre and onto the start of the West Highland Way. Some started off quite frantically as nerves took over, but I settled back into an easy pace. A brief chat with George, Ellen and Alyson and I was on my own. It was a very surreal experience. Although there were 100+ people around me, there wasn't a mutter or whisper of chat. The only sound was the scuffle of feet on the track.

The only downside to this section was, as there were so many people about, I had to make a detour for a comfort break. Twice. Maybe the 14 pints of water that I had sunk during the day wasn't such a good idea.

Heading over the hill into Drymen, I was just willing the sun to come up. Running in the dark always seems to make things worse. The crowds waiting in Drymen brightened things up though. Even if they were just silhouettes standing chittering with their arms folded. Then I heard Sharon's dainty worse "Psst. Debs. Over here". The aim was to drop off, pick up and move on as fast as possible. Sara threw a bottle belt and sports bar at me and sent me packing.

Drymen to Balmaha
I often find this section quite tough, as the continuous ascent is quite deceiving. But the sun was rising quickly and promised some fabulous views from the top of Conic Hill. I kept an easy pace and dropped back to a stomp on the hill. As predicted many boys passed me on the way up, as they chased each other. Boys will be boys ;-)

My foot started to ache, which really worried me. I just had to bide my time until I got to Balmaha and put the arch support in my shoe. On the descent into the carpark I was greeted with Sharon and Sara's smiling faces. And somehow the pirate entourage of Dave Waterman seemed to stand out.

Balmaha to Rowardenen
The arch insert sorted out my foot pain pretty much instantly. Initially I had an energy lull in this section, but I put it down to a lack of caffeine. I picked up after a few miles and passed a few runners. I spotted Gavin Melville in the distance and shouted "I'd recognise those legs anywhere".

The views over the loch were breathtaking. So still and peaceful. I'm sure that's what the campers who had chosen this spot had thought. Little did they know that they would be woken in the early hours by a stampede of ultra runners. Mind you, given the usual standard of camper in this area, they were probably so full of Buckfast and hash that they wouldn't have woken until Tuesday ;-)

The route on this section twists in an out along track, lochshore and the main road. There were plenty of stewards out ensuring that everyone followed the correct course. Or more to the point didn't cheat.

The arrival at Rowardenan was a mixed emotional one. I was glad to tick off another section, but I knew I was entering a midge hell-hole. Plus I knew I wouldn't see my support team for another few hours. And I was heading along the dreaded lochside. But the other end marked half-way for me.

Sharon and Sara were finishing their stint and taking a rest. Before the left, they filled me food, covered me in skin-so-soft and excitedly told me in Sonic was in first position. Oh no! He's just a boy at a bad age.

I met Ian Beattie at the Visitor Centre. I had to take a double-look. I'm used to seeing Ian on the WHW, but no within striking distance. And definitely not in his civvies. He had decided to call it a day. A very tough decision for someone who has the race in his blood. It goes to show that regardless of experience, people have their good and bad days. It's a long way to just hang in there. Ian's a trooper though and he'll be back with a vengeance next year.

Rowardenan to Inversnaid.
Heading off I encountered a brief moment of disorientation. Thankfully the Beatties were hanging out their car, pointing and shouting "that way Debs". Thanks, folks. I should blame the midges in my eyes, but my brain was a little pickled.

The midges didn't disperse. It was like running into thick black smog. The little blighters were in my eyes, ears and mouth. And I was eating them along with a peanut butter sandwich. I was using baby wipes to scrape them off my skin by the handful. It was the worst I have ever experienced. And it was pretty much relentless all the way to Inversnaid. I chatted with Tomo Thompson for a short while, before pushing on. He was having a major melt-down with midges

Inversnaid to Beinglas
Finally the waterfall at the hotel was in sight. The beautiful sound of gushing water and the beautiful realisation that I’d reached the half-way house. I jokingly tried to trade some jelly babies for a midge net with one of the rescue team, but I doubt he would have parted with it for the winning lottery numbers.

I was informed that Sonic was in second place and looking good.

I caught up for George Reid again. And then the notorious Dave Waterman. We've been blog mates for a couple of months, so it was nice to finally meet him. Stuart and Andy also caught up. I was gibbering away to Stuart when I slid down some jaggy rock faces on my backside. Given that I was wearing Skins (which are a bit of the thin side) I was worried I ripped the ar*e out of them. Could you imagine running the section with your cheeks on show? Thankfully the material's a little sturdier than I anticipated.

I know most people hate the lochside, but I actually quite enjoy it. You get the chance to relax and drop the pace. There's no pressure, as there's no point. Plus, it was a great incentive knowing that I was going to see Kas and Jill at the other end.


Beinglas to Tyndrum
The new crew piled me up with food and off I went. I was told Sonic was in fourth postition and the boys were happier about that. I was planning on eating whilst walking up the hill out of the farm. I was goosed by the time I got to the top, but picked it up again whilst heading into Derrydarroch. The walkers on the Way forced me to stay composed. You can't show weakness after all. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the gals in their club sweaters and midge nets. Giggling on approach I said the looked like "Garscube's latest Muslim recruits". Kas muttered something about me not losing my cheekiness.

From Derrydarroch to the A82 I had another low point. Maybe it was because the food hasn't got into my system. When I climbed over the first stile, I placed my foot at the wrong angle and twisted my knee as I pulled my other leg over. Although there was an instant sharp pain, I didn't think too much of it. Or so I thought. Watch this space...

I met the girls at the A82 crossover, grabbed a bottle and quick team huddle and headed up the hill. I could see Phil Robertson catching up in the distance. I was desperate for a toilet stop, so willed him to hurry up. Met Graeme McClymont, who probably didn't realise, but he saved this section for me. Just the brief social interaction really perked me up. Caught up with George Reid (yet again) and I told him I was sick of looking at his back.

I arrived at Auchentyre 18 minutes ahead of schedule. I was quite surprised, as I really took my time over that section with frequent walking breaks. I grabbed a cereal bar, jumped on the scales and headed off.

Jill ran with me from the farm to Tyndrum. She was highly amused when I opened my cereal bar and dropped it in the dirt. Doh! Jill's considerably faster than me, so it must have been torture for her. Couldn't have been that bad, as when we got to Brodie's she decided to push on to Bridge of Orchy.

The last I heard on Sonic's plight, was he was 8th leaving Bridge of Orchy but had a low point at Victoria Bridge. He was patched up and sent on though.

Tyndrum to Bridge of Orchy

We left Tyndrum along with George and his support crew. George had rediscovered his mojo, so it was the last I saw of his back.

Unfortunately it was this section where my race plan went t*ts up. The previous twist of the knee was now a throbbing pain. I could walk, but running was agony. We played a mini-fartlek game for a couple of miles, but it was really taking its toll. I had to hobble in to Bridge of Orchy like a deflated balloon.

At the checkpoint, the steward did a quick assessment and told me I was compos mentis enough to go on. That was until Kas decided to give me a leg message. Sweet lord I nearly shot over the Orchy Hills. Now, Kas isn't the most gentile of ladies so when she started pummelling my knee and quad with her thumbs I was trying to kick her off whilst screaming "Kas! Nooooo!". The surrounding support teams must have thought I was being murdered in the back of the car.

Bridge of Orchy to Kingshouse
I started on a slow march up to the top of the hill. Usually I love this section, as I like flying off the other side down to Victoria Bridge. Not today though. My knee wasn't going to let me go anywhere. I phoned ahead and asked the gals to make an emergency stop at the Inveronan Hotel. Sara and Jill were back on the team now. Looking back, watching Jill's black VW fly rounding the corner and girls jumping out like the A-team was quite comical. I was pushed on to a chair as they applied various ointments and strappings. At no point did they suggest calling it a day, which I will be eternally grateful for.

I hobbled round to Victoria Bridge and then pushed my way up the Drover's Road to Rannoch Moor. Jill and Kas were out for a run, so they joined me. They wanted to stay with me, but I urged them to go on. Only because I knew I needed my own emotional moment. After a tearful session, I knew I had to resort to plan B. Whilst I could still put one leg in front of the other, I knew I couldn't give up. I'm a fighter. Albeit a slightly unhinged one.

Kas had text me to say that I was call if they needed me to come back. I texted back saying "Thanks. I can't quit though". To which she replied: "Bloody right you're not. What am I supposed to tell me boss?" Kas had previously told me how he didn't think a girl couldn't do the distance in the allocated time. *?£$%&£$%. You can fill in the blanks.

I stomped across the moors and managed to catch up with the gals, who had abandoned their idea of running and we're sauntering along gibbering. The rain had started and we were all beginning to freeze. Walking is really tough when you've got loads of energy to run, so the ascent out of the moors and descent down to the ski centre was relentless.

Kingshouse to Kinlochleven
When I arrived in Kingshouse I was slightly broken, cold, wet and very emotional. I was amazed that the hotel's chimney was on fire, but no one seemed too notice. Support teams were just scuttling about meeting the demands of their runners.

I added a few layers, put on my waterproofs and demolished a Snickers and half a packet of ginger crunch biscuits. The best thing about the race was that I got to eat lots of lots of rubbish. A novel experience for a control freak like me.

Sara was accompanying me on this section. She had never done the Devil's Staircase, so it was a bit of an adventure for her. I started by saying that I wasn't going to be much company, but we ended up gibbering like budgies the whole way. We chatted about her wedding plans and house renovations and reminisced about our days on Kilimanjaro. Up to this point in the race, I was adamant that nothing was as tough as summit night on Kilimanjaro.

When we reach the top of the Devil's Staircase it was starting to get dark. But the rain had stopped. Even on the whole descent, we didn't bother with headtorches. There's something quite magical about the moments before total darkness.


Kinlochleven to Lundavra
We arrived at Kinlochleven just after 11.30. I entered the checkpoint with the words: "A broken number 114 reporting for duty". Dario looked shocked: "Broken? You're NOT quitting are you". Huh! As if. There wasn't much left in me, but I'd have to drop down first.

Before stepping on the scales for the officially weigh-in I did warn them that I had a acquired a few more layers, just in case I was whisked off for retaining fluids. Dario told me he thought I was the most lucid person he’d seen all day. Gawd, the rest must have been bad.

I received a few texts from Sonic who finished in a fabulous time of 20:47. Sonic was made for this kind of race. Now he's got his first one under his belt, I'm sure he'll go on to do great things.

Sharon had the lucky job of accompanying me to Lundarva. The comment of the event was when she announced to everyone that she had: "done two all-nighters, without so much as a sh*g or a bottle of wine".

The weather had really taken a turn for the worse. Gail force wind and torrential rain combined with the dark of night. Just what you need after 80+ miles. I should be thankful that the wind was behind us, but every gust pushed me forward and gared my knee. Plus my balance had gone to pot, so I was in danger of being thrown off. My knee throbbed and feet felt like every bone had been crushed. The enthusiastic walk had turned into a shuffle, so I was also in danger of being pushed off ;-) Poor Sharon was freezing and doing her best to keep me pushing on. Still going into the second night was taking its toll. I adopted the everything-will-be-better-when-it's-daylight mentality.

The worst thing about this section is there are very few landmarks and everything looks the same. The descent into the woods couldn't come quick enough. And Duncan's campfire (verging on forest fire) in distance was the most beautiful sight of the day.

Sharon ran on ahead to wake up Jill and Kas...but I really think she wanted to get away from me. She took great delight in banging on the car window and scaring them half to death. Kas mocked Sharon because apparently she was adamant she was going the whole way in. But seven miles later she volleyed Kas out and car and said: "you HAVE to take over".

I decided to change my socks and shoes for the final leg. Bad move. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Lundarva to Fort William
After discovering the two huge blisters on the bottoms of my heels, they now affected the way I walked. If I hadn't seen them, they probably wouldn't have bothered me. I practically finished the course on my tip toes. Or maybe I just thought I was on my tip toes, as I was completely away with the fairies. I don't even know where to start with the hallucinations. Trees become zoo animals, rocks became cats and owls. The coloured pebbled specks on the trail flashed up faces of smiling little people. And all the time I felt there was someone standing behind me.

I don't know where is came from, but Kas had the patience of a saint. What was a shuffle was now more like the funeral march. If Kas hadn't been there, I would have crawled up in some moss and gone to sleep. I think she knew that, as she kept checking I was vertical and was determined to keep me right beside her.

The long track down into town wasn't even a welcome relief, as I knew we still had a couple of miles to go. I couldn't wait to see Sonic. And I was starting to well up just thinking about the finish. About half a mile from the Braveheart Carpark, Kas ran on to tell the troops I was on my way. The A-team had now become Charlie’s Angels. Kas and Jill ran up with some coke. Sharon went to collect Marco. And I nearly lost the plot willing the carpark to appear. Why is it always longer than you think?

I didn't stop in the car park for long, as I was in danger of becoming quite emotional. Another two runners past me on the road to the leisure centre, but I really didn't care. When I told them I'd walked from Tyndrum, they even asked if I "was still in the race?"

At the time I didn't realise that Sharon and Jill were walking slowly behind me - trying to keep out of sight. Later I told them I kept looking back and seeing two old men ;-) Anyway, they were highly amused at me stoatin’ all over and off the pavement.

I passed the end of WHW sign and headed for the leisure centre. And there it was. My oasis. With the lovely Dario's face smiling at me.

And then it was over. Against the odds, I made it. After 30 hours and 45 minutes,my character had been well and truly built. I can hold my head up and say I completed the WHWR. Even if I had to walk 40+ bloody miles of it. Initially I felt a bit of a fraud - even if I was well within the 35 hour time allowance. But hey, when the plan went out the window, I had to change gear and plod on. There was no way I could give up. I just couldn't. It wasn't just about me. It was important to everyone who had helped me, trained with me, listened to me going on about it for months and gave up two nights sleep for me. And there was no way I could home with only one goblet. Chances are I'll break one dusting, so we need a back up. And then there was my poor Mother who had zero sleep sitting waiting for a phone call. But more importantly, I'd bought loads of race merchandise and couldn't possibly wear it with a DNF against my name ;-) Te he. Really I did it for Team Debs. They never let me down and couldn't let them down. Kas - I hope you gave your boss the two-fingered salute? ;-)

I will never be able to thank Sharon, Jill, Kas and Sara enough. They were absolute troopers. I'm sure they wanted to strangle me on numerous occasions, but they were there for me 200%. I could not have done it without their support, motivation and inspiration. They went over and above the call of duty.

I've still got loads more to post...pictures, times (where it all went wrong), more thanks and some more general thoughts...but I better post this before you think I've died.