Sunday 26 May 2019

Cateran Trail Run

A few years ago, my good friend Dave had introduced me to this corner of the country and the interesting Cateran Trail. With another friend, the three of us walked from Alyth to Blairgowrie via Bridge of Cally. On the way, we passed through the Bamff Estate and saw the incredible impact of the beavers on the landscape, well documented elsewhere.

The Cateran Trail is a circular route near the Perthshire/Angus border and in the foothills of the Cairngorm glens. Plenty of established tracks and associated furniture of gates and styles, but also some wilder sections on the higher ground.

I knew there was an Ultra race on the Cateran Trail for the superheroes, but also discovered a shorter (18km) version that would take place a couple of weeks afterwards, starting in the hamlet of Kirkton of Glenisla and finishing in Alyth itself. The race was organised as part of a three day festival in the village called Alyth Creates and it included some detailed route information. It looked great!

Unfortunately Sunday 26th May was not great weather however. I set off from home at 7am and sploshed up the soaking M90 keeping the speed down to avoid aqua-planing through Fife. I passed the aftermath of a RTA not far from Kinross which I learned later had been fatal.

I parked in the street outside Alyth Primary school where I'd seen a few other runner types. Then wandered inside out of the drizzle to pick up my race number. At 9am the 72 runners boarded two ancient coaches that were waiting in the car park. Lots of nervous chatter, but also local club runners who all seemed to know the route and race.

The weather was pretty miserable and we headed up Strathisla criss-crossing the River Isla which was brown with torrents of spate water. Fields were sodden and it was clear that the running was going to be pretty heavygoing. After 35mins we pulled into the small car park in Kirkton. Most jumped off into the rain to make a final toilet stop. I waited until 09:50, then headed out. I did a short warm-up along the road and eventually made my way across the footbridge over the Isla to the start.

Since the race would be on a trail, it was not exactly wide so early positioning would be crucial. I negotiated my way to the back of the stick insects and listened to the race briefing. I noticed the guy next to me had a full racing pack, a map case, hat, gloves. "Holy Moley I hope I've not taken this too lightly" I thought. Well, no I didn't. He just looked over-equipped. OK, I had a map in my bag, but nothing else other than water & a gel.

The start of the race was a steep climb for about 100m to a cairn. I managed to overtake a few here at the same time as taking off my jacket (since I was roasting and the rain had almost stopped). From the top, we crossed a moor and through a small stream to join a LR track in a forest. This was fast downhill and I managed to get past a couple more before crossing a shooglie style and settling into a pace.

For the next 3 or 4kms we were on a relatively flat LR track heading south through farmland. I was able to slowly gain on a young guy (Kevin Thomson) in front who was wearing a large blue cag and a hat that he kept removing and replacing as the race went on. I caught him up and had a wee chat - he told me it was his first race! First race???? Wow I was super impressed, not only to take on a 18km wet trail run as his first race, but also to be performing so well. OK we weren't at the front, but we were up the field.

On a descent to the first water station, I took the lead and managed to stretch beyond him. Then it was offtrack and up the side of a field. This was about 9km in, so once onto flatter ground I took the opportunity to eat my gel and sup some water.

As the race went on, I realised I was out on my own with the gap opening behind me. This felt pretty unusual and I even had visions of catching the runner in white that I could see a long way ahead. I made sure to keep up the pace without slipping on wet styles or falling into the muddy slop at the edge of each field.

Into Bamff estate I started to recognise the terrain from my walk there years back, but also started to wonder if I was on the right route. No-one in sight behind or in front, no signs for a while, and hardly any footprints in the mud. Either I was off route or I was near the front!!

As I left the avenue of sodden trees to the north of Hill of Alyth, there was a woman with child holding open a gate for me. "Keep going!" she said. I was also sure I heard her say "You're in 3rd". Oh my God...this is amazing!!!! Surely I can't be in 3rd?? (I was actually in 5th). The climb onto Hill of Alyth was fun as it wove a way through the gorse and wet grass. At every junction was a black arrow on white background, with longer sections marked with canes and red/white tape.

The mist was thickening at this higher altitude and visibility poor. I reached a path junction. The sign was pointing straight between the two forks. What I didn't notice was the sign was on the RHS of the path and with experience, this would have indicated to take the right fork. But my mind decided to go left as this way was to higher ground; I knew we had to pass a triangulation pillar so assumed we should still be climbing. It was the wrong way.

After 200m I realised my error and diverted to get back to the route. Unfortunately an area of gorse lay in front of me and I frantically battled for 150m through it until stumbling back onto the path. My legs were in tatters and I had splinters in my hands. A look down the path revealed my chaser closing fast. I had lost a lot of distance so set off at a canter to get away from him, but he gave as good as I could and kept on my heels all the way to the trig.

The descent from the summit to the first gate was harum-scarum, a fantastic wild run down grassy tracks. I held the gate open for him which was galling. Onto a vehicle track now thundering down towards Alyth. A final metal gate, now I had a decent gap and then onto tarmac, feet slapping on the wet road. At this point my chaser caught me and flew past, he was on a mission and there was nothing I could do to challenge it.

I let him go and just continued at my best pace, thanking each of the marshalls as we turned a few corners into the village, over the footbridge and sprint to finish where a brass band was mid blow.

I shook hands with my chaser - Connor Boylam and was happy to see only a handful of other finishers through. I assumed I was top 10 but only found out 3days later when the results were published.

Great race, really enjoyed it despite the conditions, or maybe because of the conditions! But I was frustrated to have made that error on Hill of Alyth. I think I lost about one minute, so would have come in 5th.

6 / 71 01:33:12




Relive 'Cateran Trail Race (mud)'


       

Monday 20 May 2019

Balerno Rigg Race

I first heard of this race from Kevin Gemson's Strava feed and also knew of it via Craig Stewart who as a member of the local running club (Harmeny) seemed to be part of the organisers. The race being on a Monday evening meant that it would clash with any training plan as Sunday's are usually big days and Monday a rest, but with some juggling it was doable.

I headed up to Balerno arriving at 18:30 and parked outside the entrance to the school on the main road. There were already a few cars in the same spot. I walked along to the entrance to the Rugby ground Malleny Park and followed signs into the clubhouse to pick up my number. A chap I was following along the road was warmly greeted by one of the marshalls. It seemed the chap had run at the London Marathon, in 2h25min which was incredible.

I returned to the car to tog-up and take on some last minute water. A few runners trotted past on their warm-ups. Eventually it was time to head along to the start and I made sure to run a wee bit. Round the back of the clubhouse were the rugby pitches with plenty of club runners warming up. I headed to the start line when told, and lined up perhaps 30 places back. Lots of club vests and groups of friends.

There was a short briefing before a minute's wait for the hooter that would be blown by this year's Gala Queen. Then we were off for the long two mile uphill towards Threipmuir. I found the climb easier than expected and managed to settle in a steady group.

Powering up the hill - ahem. 


Turning right, the ground levelled off and the road was almost straight for a mile or so. Passing the water station just before 3miles, I ignored the cups and set my mind on catching the female in front. Slowly I gained on her until almost on her heels at the turn back towards Balerno. I posed for the camera at the turn.

About to catch Morag McClelland (maybe)

Who's the nobber in the new vest?
But the turn heralded the start of the descent back to Balerno and the female switched up a gear, very quickly disappearing into the distance. I tried hard to chase, and on the downhill it was fantastic running. I passed the 4mile marker and my watch beeped to tell me I'd just broken my mile record - 6mins1second!

I couldn't keep up that pace though and started to struggle on the flatter sections of the return to town. Thankfully there was good support on the pavements and I kept it going. More downhill into Johnsburn Road and finally a wee chicane into Malleny Park for a sprint finish.

I was fairly spent, but happy to see only a small group of 24 over the line ahead of me, mostly club runners. I gratefully took my goody bag and devoured the water therein. What a haul in that bag for such a wee race - very impressive.

Results were posted within a few hours, maybe even that evening. Photos the following day.

25 / 188 00:39:46

Sunday 12 May 2019

Saltire Trail Race 2019

In the Spring I started to plan out my races for the first half of the year and trawled all the usual sites like the Scottish Running Guide, Entry Central, SiEntries, Scottish Hill Racing and came across a few interesting looking events. One of them on the SRG was the 'Saltire Trail Race' advertised as an inaugural event to raise funds for the Athelstaneford Village Hall. The race information was fairly limited, and the entry system was via 'EventBrite' which I'd not used before. 

It was reasonably cheap at £11.25, but I knew a 10km trail race in East Lothian had to be good fun so quickly signed up. As the day approached, I got the usual email from the organiser explaining race timings and parking details. Crucially it was missing any form of route information. It did suggest the route was linked from their Facebook page, but I couldn't find it. Even a vague route description would have been good. 

Anyway, race day arrived with fine weather. Perhaps 12C and a light easterly breeze coming in off the North Sea welcomed me as I drove into the village. Cloudless skies. I followed the marshall's direction into a field to park in a line with the other racers near the start. An old steam-roller marked the actual start-line. 
The start-line steamroller - the whistle would launch all races

I trooped back along the road into the village to the grass in front of the Village Hall where the "Summer Fair" was just starting up. The Polis and Fire Brigade had turned up in their vehicles to spread the word. Bouncy Castle, Coconut Shy, Book stalls, Tombola, all the usual gubbins. Under a tree was a table with two seated administrators giving out the race numbers. I joined the queue and quickly started chatting to a fellow in front of me wearing a Glen Lyon Ultra 2019 shirt. I knew this race had been the weekend before, and was one I'd considered entering. Ian Burdett was a friendly chap and soon enough we'd established that he was the one who had led Roger Peppiette astray at the final Fox Trail race in March!! Even funnier was the fact that Emma Peveril was one of the administrators to give out our numbers - she had got 1st lady at that Fox Trail race, due to not following Ian.

I went back to the car to eat my lunch and gear up. I watched the 2km and then the 5km race start before taking my place. I soon realised there was a small field of runners, no-one seemed to want to actually stand on the start line, they all stood back. Not me. 

But then there was a delay; a pair were late, still coming up from the village. I decided to do some warming up on my own away from the start. Eventually it was time to go and the steamroller blew its whistle. Off we went along the side of the field, taking care not to stumble into tractor ruts. 

Within 200metres I found myself in fourth place and ran at a pace I was just about able to maintain. The route followed field boundaries for the most part, and only the odd road or track section. On a downhill, I managed to pass the 3rd place chap and stayed in the position until we reached the only water station at 5km. The leader was gone - he was stretching away into the distance. 2nd place stopped at the water station, so I and my follower in 4th took the opportunity to overtake. 

4th place chap very quickly overtook me on one of the ascents and he looked to be chasing down the leader. I was settled in 3rd. The course undulated round various field edges, not great ground but just about runnable. On some steeper ascents I resorted to walking as I was spent and soon enough got overtaken by 4th, and then 5th - Ian Burdett. 

We entered a forest where the trail disappeared and we were following rabbit runs through some thick gorse onto Kilduff Hill. I made sure to smile at the photographer.




Then there was a fast descent back to the fields and more solid ground. I had managed to consolidate my position in 5th and looking over my shoulder at the final turn realised I was safe.

I came in 5th out of 66 and the steamroller peeped its whistle as each runner crossed the rope.

Brilliant race. 00:48:16