West Highland Way Race 2026 Twenty Goblets

Training has gone well this year with good outings at Falkirk 6 hour Ultra, Devilla Forest 8 hour Challenge and the Devil O’ the Highlands, I focused on hills, quite often using Sherps Brae in Valleyfield which is a long steady slog, included reps up and down the steps into the wee Industrial Estate, not running them but a strong controlled stride up two steps at a time, advice from Pauline, this was part of her training when she set Scottish records in 24 hour races so there was no disputing it would help, some tempo work, as well as battering down all the hills I came across in training including the fire track down to Fort William at the end of the Devil. That felt the smoothest, easiest and probably the fastest I’d ever done that section, so a great boost that my training was heading in the right direction. 

My crew this year was similar to previous years, working two shifts with Pauline and Val for the first night, handing over Saturday afternoon at Tyndrum to Allan, bringing Gillian and Jon (lovely to have the newlyweds back after not being available last year), also Ken and Sue joining at Tyndrum after one night at home after volunteering at the Summer Spine. Clara was happy to run with me again after her first time supporting me last year (Collective noun for a big team - A celebration).

On Thursday I had everything packed and ready, just leaving a few wee bits of food prep for Friday morning, Val popped along in the afternoon to go over my stuff, pack Allan’s car which would be used as the support vehicle, she timed it nicely to dodge the heavy rain. They would just need to swap car keys at Tyndrum, instead of unloading and repacking all my gear into another car when they handed over. My race food was in a large clear plastic box to make it easy to see where everything was. The clothes I was likely to wear were also packed into another clear box, all placed in zip-lock bags and labeled according to contents and the checkpoint where I probably was going to need them, hopefully making things easy for the crew to lay a hand on them easily.

Then it was the long wait. I had a lie down in the bedroom with the curtains closed for a wee while, not sleeping but resting until Val and Pauline picked me up at 9.00pm. 

I always try to make registration a quick affair with no hanging about or chatting too much, and when jokingly asked for my photo ID I whipped out my Bus Pass, respecting the rules, there might have been someone volunteering I hadn’t met before. It’s lovely to get quick catch-ups and hugs, then going back to the car for a final faff before heading to the start. This being my twentieth West Highland Way Race I felt under pressure to make sure I was successful, not really pressure from anyone else, I hoped anyone who knew what I was attempting would be willing me on through the early checkpoints and on to the finish. I just did not want anyone to be disappointed on my behalf if I failed. On a positive note, the weather looked promising, not anything extreme and hopefully it would stay that way.

1.00am. Deep breath, we’re off! Don’t trip on the steps out of the tunnel! The shouts and cheers of support along the street, sending us on our way were loud and exciting. Turning down towards Mugdock, the path seems very quiet after the noise of the start, with just a few words with folk around me, Neil MacRitchie passed me, never to be seen again until the finish. I was working on Pauline’s summary of my race plan - Run fast and don’t fall! - Never taking my eyes off the path in front and moving the best I could. I carried a sheet with previous splits and mini time checks at various points to make sure I was on target for the Beinglas cut off, pushing a hard but hopefully not a crash and burn effort. Going out like the Charge of the Light Brigade and finishing like the Zombie Apocalypse isn’t a race technique that suits me, this tends to be a rookie error or the silly man thing, I much prefer to have a steady maintained effort from start to finish with a bit of a push at the end, that feels more within my control. But if I end up having to be a walking corpse to be successful, so be it. I was bang on my time check turning onto the road after the Carbeth Huts. On the long straight path of a thousand gates, the heavy rain on Friday took its toll, there weren’t just puddles, with the footfall of the hunners of runners in front of me the soft ground was beaten, whisked and blended like a horrible cake mix leaving it like a glooping, slimy black porridge. Even though I was on a mission, I pussy-footed around trying to keep my feet dry, it was too early for soggy tootsies and the problems that that can cause, or to embarrassingly skite on my arse. I made it unscathed to Garness still on schedule with my time checks and phoned Val to say I was about half an hour away from Drymen where they were meeting me. 

On the road, I was chatting with Jon Steele. It's lovely to see him back. Although it was still fairly dark, mist was lying luminously in the fields below and a few bats flitted about. I wasn't pausing for photos but locked the images in my mind’s album. There was a marshal blocking the turning into the field with a big arrow pointing us along the road. This was an unexpected surprise but it was to avoid cows and their calves, I’ve never been this way before so a novelty to do a slightly longer detour along the road, Pauline and Val were waiting for me at Drymen, I left them my head torch and picked up a banana milkshake, also reassuringly I was four minutes faster than last year. I kept a good steady effort up the forest track with Paddy, running his eleventh West Highland Way Race, he’s also done the Challenge and we chatted about how the route differs heading south. We were to see each other throughout the race, usually him passing me again after a checkpoint. 

It was good to see work being done on the climb up Conic, over time footfall and heavy rain has gouged a trough in the path, at least this year it wasn’t raining, in previous years I’ve felt akin to a salmon swimming up river! The weather was good and looked like it would stay settled, the sun was starting to rise and hopefully it would burst above the hill bringing light and energy. 

 

Yay! I love when that happens!

Once over the shoulder of Conic I phoned ahead asking Pauline and Val in Balmaha to get the kettle on for my porridge and mug of tea. As much as I was pushing on, at the start of the crazy paving I would take it very steady going down, even though I’ve done it a few times now I still feel the new path is a head injury waiting to happen.

I made it down safely, Pauline was waiting for me with my pot of porridge just above the checkpoint so I could walk through shovelling in my breakfast and smoothly swapping to a mug of tea at the car without breaking stride and head along to Rowardennan, I took advantage of the facilities at Milarrochy and had a civilised toilet stop, settling into one of my favourite sections. My nerves were calming and I felt good and strong, moving well though the woodland’s swoops and climbs, even up the long climb of the steps. 

At Rowardennan Pauline and Val were ready for me, I was having a sit down for a change of socks, Pauline sorted my feet while I spooned in a tub of semolina with some smooth peanut butter added, this was a new one for me and a change from rice pudding, it was going in nicely, a great suggestion from Sue.

We swapped my water and Tailwind bottles and I took with me a couple of sachets, baby food and custard then headed off along the loch side. I was relieved that this year we were doing the high road since the low road was closed for repairs, it’s around the same distance but not technical, just a steady climb and descent on a wide forest track but for someone with an eye on the Beinglas cut-off, a saving of at least ten minutes. 

I kept a good strong working effort along to Inversnaid, and was absolutely delighted to see Keith. A bittersweet moment, we had planned to run together this year until injury sidelined him, he poured some Coke into my wee squishy cup and walked out a wee bit with me. I was still stressing Beinglas and asked Keith to confirm how long I had to get there, “You’re fine, loads of time!” but being a bit thick, I think I muddled the twelve hour limit to mean twelve noon cutting an hour off the limit. I've never been particularly numerate and even worse when running, stressing myself more than necessary!  Eejit! 

photo credit - Keith Hughes

I also make another error regarding Inversnaid, I knew there wouldn’t be drop bags this year but I forgot to carry enough food from Rowardennan that would see me to Beinglas, there were a few snacks available but I can’t eat the usual stuff after being treated for mouth cancer thirteen years ago, I ended up using the emergency gels that live in the bottom of my bag which are usually well out of date and probably been carried for at least a thousand miles! I’m sure they helped a bit! 

As long as I made good steady progress on the narrow, scrambly terrain along the side of the loch I shouldn’t need to panic, a lot of the rocks and tree roots were covered in a slick of wet mud from previous runners, and the erosion of the route doesn’t help, I’m sure in future, paddling will be needed if more path falls into the loch.  After last year’s fall I was extra wary, I wasn’t going to risk another accident and moved as cautiously as I could without wasting time. There were a couple of runners behind me, I asked if they wanted to go by, Ben said “No, I’m fine, happy to watch where you put your feet.” (I didn’t mention that it might not be a good idea to follow me, after giving myself a bloody sair yin, bashing my bonce but luckily a jaggy bush saving me making a splash in the loch last year) We had a good old blether along, and at one point we came to a wide stretch of very deep mud, a walker was paused in the centre with her poles holding her steady probably questioning her life choices, Ben made light of the situation and said “This is like Indiana Jones!”  and started singing the tune… “Aw wait, that’s the A Team!” Seconds later we were all laughing singing the proper Indiana tune. (I don’t think I’ll ever see a clip of any of the Indiana Jones films without smiling at this memory now) 

Yay! The flat grassy bit and no falls! Time to ease the legs back into running and head up to Dario’s post, but before that I had to find a quiet spot away from the path, Andy Cole ran past, it was great to see him but I didn’t think it was good etiquette to attract his attention and shout hello mid wilder-pee, hopefully I’ll get a chat later.  

The safety boat was cruising along close to shore, what a boost to hear Keith shouting loud and clear, I waved back with a massive smile. Laura and I were together for the climb up to Dario’s post, it was lovely to have her company sharing a wee dram, pausing a moment with an old friend.    

photo credit - Laura McKay

I knew exactly how long it would take to reach Beinglas, no need to panic, just a good, steady effort and I’ll be fine. As I approached Jean-Paul shouted “No.2 Queen of the Race!” I laughed out loud then was surprised as a wee bit of emotion bubbled up, I have made the tight cut-off. 

Another surprise, Keith was in Beinglas! He helped me with my drop bag and sent me on my way. I enjoyed a chocolate milk shake and another sachet of baby food.  

I was relieved to get through the checkpoint and could relax a bit, but wasn’t letting go of the effort to get the next bit done. I'm not sure why, but I’ve never really liked the section towards Derrydarroch much, although there are some flat easier going bits, it still feels hard! Maybe once I’m over halfway I’ll be pulling in the finish and it’s psychologically easier. Still pushing a steady effort I trotted on, the sooner I got to Tyndrum the sooner I’ll get some more grub and pals to run with. It was great to see David and Alison at the gate above Bogle Glen at the start of the rollercoaster.

photo credit - Alison Downey 

David reassured me I still had plenty of time since I no longer trusted my own mental arithmetic. With the forest being harvested it does look different, but the ground will recover and native trees, shrubs and heather will soon replace the barren landscape. The steep swoops up and down haven’t changed, still challenging enough to make you scream! I gave gravity free rein to pull me down at a good pace and stomped the ups, happy to make the final descent down to a hug from Donna and her wee oasis before crossing the road. I scanned the table of snacks but again there was nothing I could manage apart from coke, I tipped out the remnants of my water bottle and felt a wee bit greedy asking if I could have it filled to the top instead of having some in my wee cup, it was generously given. As I walked away, I gave the bottle a gentle shake to knock out some of the fizz but I opened the nozzle a bit too much. Wahay Vesuvius! Glad I wasn’t holding too close to my face, I would not have enjoyed a nostril irrigation and not the most efficient way to get some fuel on board! 

I planned to phone ahead when I wasn’t far away from Tyndrum, but it wasn’t necessary, Pauline and Val tooted and waved as they drove past while I was waiting to cross the road. I gave them a cheery wave back, looking forward to seeing everyone. After sending me on my way at Rowardennan they could relax and have a second breakfast/lunch in Callander. It's a slightly longer journey for them, but a worthy detour with a choice of quality bakeries to pick up filled rolls, also it's a less stressful drive than the A82. They will be handing over to the rest of the team, who have driven up, hopefully, after a long lie and a good night’s sleep. I tootled on through Auchtertyre which seemed very quiet with the checkpoint being moved to Tyndrum. 

Great to see Robin W. at the timing table as well as all the team. I couldn’t remember what I’d put on my food list and asked if they had an Ensure Plus milkshake to hand, “No, but here’s your soup!“ Hmm, ok, it was my own home-made ham and lentil, a staple in my diet, but on a warm afternoon, feeling a wee bit queasy, still needing to catch up on calories it wasn’t going to be the easiest to get in. Pauline was quite animated in telling me to keep a hard effort going before she and Val stood down, and headed off to our accommodation in Fort William. But I was no longer racing the clock, I now had the luxury of time, I could relax, get my nutrition back on track with a minimum effort, savouring every moment, no longer a race but a celebration. 

photo credit - The Real Food Cafe

Clara was joining me, what a joy to have her bubbly enthusiasm with me. I was struggling with my soup, it was catching my throat and making me cough, that doesn’t usually happen, but I’m not usually hoofing up hill trying to eat it! After managing around half of it I’ll just save the rest for later and have the wee sachet of custard instead. The views were opening up, the air was so clear, the profiles of the hills were sharp and popping out in contrast to the sky, the sun casting shadows giving even more definition, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the route so vibrant. It was 3D on steroids! 

Clara encouraged me to run some bits and we were steadily moving towards Bridge of Orchy. We were a bit wary going by the cattle but they were quite sedate and no problem.

What a lovely welcome into the checkpoint, this year using the Community Centre with tea, coffee and snacks available, I politely declined, my crew were waiting over the Bridge but I did have another civilised toilet stop, washing my face as well, on leaving I received a hug from Robin P, I felt I had to explain my wet face was clean and not manky sweat! 

Over the Bridge, I had my second sit down for a change of socks and shoes, I had a couple of wee blisters, but nothing needing attention. I knocked back an Ensure Plus milkshake (these are designed for medical purposes, but work well for running, I first got them on prescription during cancer treatment, a complete replacement meal of 300 calories, 12.5gms of protein in a teeny 200ml bottle.)

I followed this with another tub of semolina with peanut butter then a mug of mocha coffee, finally catching up with some substantial fuel. Clara came with me up and over Jelly Baby hill, Mike saved his last Vimto Jelly Baby for me and gave me the brilliant news that Neil flew through hours ago.  

My legs were in good shape, still supple and moving strongly down to Inveroran, the team were waiting, Clara was stopping here, Gillian was coming with me to Glencoe, I had more to eat and picked up my headtorch, I haven’t seen Gillian in ages and it was lovely to have a good blether and catch up, mostly walking the steady climbs, with a wee shuffles thrown in on the level and occasional downs. The sun was going down on superb scenery as we headed down to Glencoe, Mia and Llinos welcomed me to the detour up to the checkpoint with hugs, I hugged Chris after dibbing in. Walking to the car, Ken smiled and said “You know you’d be quicker if you didn’t stop to hug every marshal at every checkpoint!” 

“Och, It would be rude not to, and besides PB’s were so twenty years ago!” I had another wee sit down and finished the soup I didn’t manage earlier. I added a few layers, sticking with tradition, the blue fleece I wore during my PB in 2007 (twenty years was an exaggeration, it was only nineteen!) Ken and Jon were joining Gillian in accompanying me to Altnafeadh, we all took turns in slagging off the rough, eroded path that pointlessly climbs up away from the road just to come back down. Sue was waiting to go with me all the way to the finish. 

I had more soup before we headed up. As much as my legs moved well, I had no oomph. After the lovely comfortable tootle from Tyndrum I was going to have to re-engage a concerted effort, I’d been too busy enjoying myself to notice a bit of fatigue setting in, it shouldn’t have surprised me as much as it did, I knew I was heading into the second night with no sleep and 75 miles in my legs. Ooyah beastie! I better get on with it then! I felt very slow going up, there were two marshals at the cairn, in the dark I didn’t recognise Karl until I heard his voice. What a lovely surprise and massive hug! Once having gravity on my side I regained a bit of spriteliness heading down at what I’d like to call a scamper, (I probably moved more like a sack o’ tatties, but it felt like a scamper) and with the smoothing out of the steep winding track we ran all the way down and made our way to the Kinlochleven checkpoint. I didn’t hurry out, with a visit to a proper loo and splashing water on my face again to freshen up, having a wee seat while eating a porridge pot and a mug of tea, then a hug from Julie on my way out. 

Clara was ready and joined Sue in keeping me company to the finish. I was dreading the climb out of Kinlochleven after making such a meal of climbing the Devil, but the thought was worse than actually doing it. Yes, it was slow but we steadily reached the top, where we had another glorious sunrise.  

I was weary moving along the long ribbon of Lairig Mor but I wasn’t a walking corpse, I joined in the conversation, keeping a steady stride still moving fairly well, although not so precious about keeping my feet dry at this stage I was still jumping the water streaming over the path , it’s just nicer not to have cold wet feet.  Oow! What was that? We were lucky enough to see a Water Vole scurry across in front of us. I’ve never seen one on Lairig Mor before. Brilliant! 

Lundavra always takes ages to reach but with Gillian in charge of the crew I knew they wouldn’t still be dozing when we arrived (unlike last year) and I was confidently looking forward to getting my mug of tea and custard creams, the elixir of life and cure of all ails.  

photo credit - Donald Macleod

After the climb up from the checkpoint the sun was getting higher and bringing warmth, we needed to pause so I could take off my loads of layers, wooly hat, windproof jacket, fleece, long sleeved top and my cut-off wind/waterproof breeks (zero points for aesthetics but top marks for efficiency) easily wheeched on and off without having to faff with shoes. The home straight has a few cheeky climbs and descents. I was working a bit harder, pulling in the finish, Clara reminded me to keep my head up, demonstrating good posture rolling her shoulders back with her enthusiastic smile. I did! We kept a good steady march through what once upon a time we called the spooky woods, now recovered from being harvested into a bonny woodland, the only slight drawback, you can see the last steep climb up onto the firetrack!  

I was encouraged to see if I could run. I tried a gentle wee shuffle, loosening into a better stride with the aid of gravity, surprising myself by keeping it going all the way down to the bottom until it levelled off. Wow! I have never felt so good coming down here at the end. I am no fine specimen of sporting attributes or ability, just the same shuffling sack o’ tatties I’ve always been but the sense of what I was achieving overrode any fatigue and discomfort. Through Braveheart and onto the pavement I didn’t feel the need to push on, just to cruise in and savour every final moment was enough. At the Leisure Centre Sue sprinted on to press the button at the pedestrian crossing, but the lights weren’t working, the road was busy so she instructed me to run faster when she shouted. “NOW!”  Yikes! I made it!  I still find the new finish clunky, concentrating going up and down pavements, dodging passengers round the train and bus stations but what a joy to see the Nevis Centre and Neil looking fresh from having finished the day before.

I lengthen my stride and push a sprint effort, over the road, down the side of the building, trying not to cry into the finish.

Keith dibs my final time, Ruth hugs me, I’m a bit dazed as folk congratulate, hug and sort me out. Sue handed me a custard cream, I said thanks but I’ll wait until I have a cup of tea to have it. She looked down at my other hand and said “What’s that then?” Oooow, magic, how did that get there! Was that you Ruth? My apologies if I didn’t thank you when you gave it to me.

Pauline escorts me off for a shower, what bliss to be clean and in fresh clothes. Back in the hall I sit quietly, taking time to gather myself and my thoughts ready for the prize-giving. I’m still a bit of a rabbit-in-headlights trying to take in the congratulations of the ovation Neil and I received when we were presented with our Goblets and Vase.

photo credit - Stuart Macfarlane

photo credit - Stuart Macfarlane

Neil - What a belter of a performance, proof that going out like the Charge of the Light Brigade can work! But only if you’ve got the class and calibre, you have both by the bucket load. Congratulations on running a PB in your twentieth West Highland Way Race.  

I was delighted to see new friends I’d had the company of this year receive their first Goblet and equally pleased to see old pals add to their crystal collection.

It is with heartfelt gratitude that I thank the race team and volunteers for putting in the hours to make this race safe and successful. I have good friends willing to give up a weekend to look after me, taking the photos and pandering to my requests. I could not have achieved what I have without your support over many years, Pauline, Val and Allan, Ken and Sue, Gillian and Jon, and Clara, thank you all. It would be appropriate to sing the theme for The A Team now! 

My 19th West Highland Way Race

January 1st is when I start to focus and train for June, my build up was going well until March 22nd, I was having a wee recce of the 4 mile loop for the Devilla 8hr, I caught my toe and fell hard, bashing my ribs, it was the sorest and most debilitating thing I’ve ever done to myself running, I even had to to have a week off work. Checking the NHS website on broken/cracked/bruised ribs the advice given suggested anywhere be two to six weeks to heal. Alright then, two weeks it is, I didn’t run at all for the fortnight before the Devilla 8hr, I managed a slow and sore 30 miles, perfect training for the latter half of the West Highland Way Race then!

I thoroughly enjoyed my first Devil O’ the Highlands, what a difference having legs that work and move properly, my ribs were still tender so I was a bit wary of falling, Sod’s Law would have me land on them if I did, so I ran with caution but not on the descent from the Devil’s Staircase, I revelled in it, skipping, bouncing and dancing in the daylight (not usual for me on this section) down to the steep track leading to Kinlochleven. I loved it!

Then within a blink of an eye the race was only a month away, taper time, have I done enough? Probably not, no matter, it is what it is. I have never been a runner with physical talent but I have experience and determination. I also have an excellent team with a massive amount of experience between them. Pauline, having ten goblets, the first one in 1997, technically it’s only nine since she received a crystal rose bowl for finishing 1st Lady in 2002,

and in the years she didn’t run, supported me since 2003. Val and Allan, this is Val’s 22nd year of support, having looked after several runners since 2001. Allan, has a good number of years supporting, his first race role was running with Pauline and Lynne over Rannoch Moor in 2002. Ken and Sue, have many years of support too, Sue has two goblets of her own and Ken has also supported at the sharp end assisting Richie Cunningham in his race wins. 

Neil, after being my support runner for the last two years has abandoned his duties, (I will let him off as he will be standing beside me on the start line). Clara, new to the crew, taking on support running, was delighted to be asked and happy to take on the role, she was planning to be around anyway, coming up with her family to follow the race. (Alan Kay, star of Closing Distance is her father-in-law, he has 13 goblets, a PB under 22 hours and first ran the race 30 years ago. You might have noticed him at the prize-giving, he was the guy in the 1995 race t-shirt.)  

Neil MacRitchie’s crew also has a wealth of experience too; he's had three out of the same four guys for almost all his years with one taking up running ultra and finishing within the top six of his last race. 

My crew split support into two shifts so no one would be awake for two nights on the trot. Pauline and Val were doing the first shift from Milngavie, meeting Allan, Ken and Sue in Tyndrum Saturday afternoon. We were using Allan’s car as the support vehicle from start to finish. Allan drove Val’s car up so it was a simple swap of car keys when they met, with Allan taking over driving duties and Ken and Sue pandering to my Diva Demands.

So with the crew and plan in place, I had all my gear packed by Thursday. Friday is a loooong wait, doing nothing, maybe a wee last minute faff and a lie down listening to a podcast with the curtains closed. Val and Pauline picked me around 8.30pm so we timed arriving at registration nicely. It wasn't too busy with plenty time for big hugs with the race team as I registered, picking up my number, tracker, goody bag and timing chip doofer, it was my least favourite kind, a big flat square, not quite big enough to be used as a coaster but not far off! Just another one of those annoying things, designed by men to be worn by men with no consideration of how impractical it is on a small, thin wrist but it was an easy fix, I threaded a cord through the wee hole and wore it round my neck. We sat in the car and dozed until it was time for the briefing and then finally after all the waiting it was 1am and we were off! WOOOHOOO! 

There was a record entry of 243 runners starting this year and it seemed very busy through Mugdock. I'm always very wary of my footing at the start, there have been some race ending ankle rolls in the first few miles before and I’m a bit paranoid about being one. I gradually settle down slightly, it was dry underfoot and easier to see where I was putting my feet compared to last year’s drizzle, the heat of day made the trees smell like Incense, and along the path of a thousand gates, most of them stood open, there were a few patches of mist which made the ground look flat, I pointed a hand torch low to the ground which highlighted lumpy bits and sticky up stones that might catch me unawares. 

I was a bit down on my ETA for Drymen but not enough to make me panic… not yet! I picked up a milkshake, left my headtorch and maintained what I felt was a good controlled effort towards Conic Hill, watching for the sunrise over my right shoulder.

When I started to head down, I took my phone out and called Pauline, “That’s me on the crazy paving!” They could get the kettle on for my pot of porridge and mug of tea. After that my eyes never left the path, I would forgo a glance at the stunning scenery to make sure I got to the bottom without any broken bones.

photo credit - Scott Wilson

Yay, the path eased into a sensible gradient then through the gate into the trees, another short steep descent but, at least now, it was wooden steps and not scary. Pauline was standing on the path just above the checkpoint with my porridge, it wasn’t quite perfect, more like warm muesli (Goldilocks was a Diva too). I dibbed in at the Balmaha CP and walked on shoveling in my porridge until I reached the car,

I swapped the pot for my mug of tea and continued on without breaking stride, Pauline walked with me as I probably poured equal quantities of tea down my chin as I managed to drink, I handed over the mug, wiped my face and set off up to Craigie Fort.  

I love the section towards Rowardennan, the constant ups and downs and twisty narrow path through ancient trees, changing from running to walking and back to running fairly smoothly.  This year I never managed to have a tootle along in training. I know the route well but was a bit concerned that the lack of practice would be telling, I did have a wee boost to my confidence when I passed another runner, he said my walking was faster than his running.  

I arrived in Rowardennan another wee bit down on my time, now around 10 minutes behind what I’ve done before, I had a slick sock change, my feet feel fine but it is pre-emptive of problems, Pauline flosses between my toes with a wet wipe to remove any dust, she’s not just being thorough, she knows it makes me squirm!

I have more porridge and tea while she sorts my feet, I also changed into a fresh t-shirt, opting for a white one because it would reflect the sun’s heat when it would be shining after Beinglas where the path opens up with no shady trees to keep it cool and when I get there it will be around the hottest time of day.

Heading towards Inversnaid you just have to go with the flow of the low road, moving cautiously on the steep descents, stomp the ups, scramble the wee scrambly bits and run where you can, a gentle introduction to what’s to come after Inversnaid. I dibbed in at the CP and was handed my dropbag, I took a few moments to down a dinky can of coke as quickly as I could while chatting to Amanda, she asked another runner how he was, his reply was so derogatory of the path into Inversaid it made me snort coca-cola out my nose! Oh dear, he’s not going to like the next bit much either. 

Along the lochside, there has been a fair bit of erosion over the last few years, I was really surprised to see even more deterioration since Sue and I had a lovely day going from Rowardenan to Derrydarroch a month ago,

photo from last month

it’s amazing the damage a wee bit of wind and rain can do, more trees had fallen, sweeping parts of the banking into the loch, with a fair bit of extra scrambling up, over and round the ever changing terrain.  I still felt I was making decent progress along, not pushing too hard that I’d make mistakes with my footing… or so I thought! I caught my left foot and couldn’t stop myself, I was going over the edge, next moment Bang! “Ow!” My peaked Buff and sunglasses flew off and were behind my head, I was lying on my back in a big jaggy bush, luckily I think it slowed me down before I hit my head on a boulder, I gathered up my Buff and glasses and rubbed the back of my head, my hand came away wet and bloody. Next thing I know George is looking down at me, I think he said something like “What are you doing down there?” and helped untangle me from the jaggies and haul me back up to the path, I started brushing the grit and dust from my hands, I had quite a few scratches on my arms, I looked down, the front of my t-shirt was splattered in blood. Oooft! George checked the back of my head saying he had dressings, I was carrying some too but I wasn’t for faffing, I stuck my Buff back on making sure it was covering the dunt. George, thank you for your help. Head wounds aren’t always serious but they are usually messy. I decided this was the case, it was sore enough to make me shout out, but it didn’t make me feel sick or dizzy. As I eased back into scrambling along the lochside, I did a wee self assessment, (just as well I wasn’t on a rugby pitch, I’d have been sent off for a HIA) I knew exactly who I was, where I was and what I was doing, and on current affairs, the late Janey Godley is still right about Donald Trump! With that thought, I smiled and carried on, no major damage done, just embarrassing wearing a blood splattered white t-shirt, but what was really lovely, every runner or walker I encountered before getting cleaned up asked if I needed help. 

I was starting to stress the Beinglas cut off, and having a wee lie down wouldn’t have helped, once off the scrambly path I started to push on, it felt warmer without the cover of trees in the early afternoon. I caught up with Bridget, she was moving well at a comfortable pace, I passed on my concerns, she was a bit surprised and hadn’t realised we were cutting it fine and instantly increased the pace, shouting over her shoulder. “Do you think this is fast enough?” I answered “Yes, I’ll try to keep up!”  I looked up at the pylons, they are level with Beinglas and seemed miles away. We worked well together, pushing hard.  For the first time I didn’t pause at Dario’s post, I just glanced back apologising, promising to come back with my hip flask soon.

We made it! Beinglas 42 miles - cut off 1pm (12 hrs) I did it in 11.43 hrs. Yay! The closest I’ve ever come to being timed out. Alan was calm and reassuring, never doubting I would make it. I drank a milkshake from my dropbag as Hazel used several wet wipes to clean me up. 

photo credit - Alan Brown

I walked out of Beinglas, letting my shoulders drop taking a few deep breaths releasing the stress and tension, I hadn’t taken on any food or drink pushing the last hour or more into Beinglas so I decide to relax and take it easy for a mile, regroup and get some fuel in, the sun wasn’t shining as brightly I thought it might, but it was muggy and hot, (25’C recorded at a weather station in Crianlarich) I was quite happy to keep it easy for another hour, no need to work hard in the heat, I’ll save it for when it cools down. I could see a bright orange t-shirt ahead, I thought it was Neil and slowly pulled him in. Not long passed the big gate at Bogle Glen and onto the rollercoaster I caught up with him, it was great to have a wee blether as we swooped up and down. When we neared the final descent to the road he took off at a swift, smooth, efficient pace down to the road crossing, I plodded on and crossed the road, timing it nicely without having to pause and headed along to Auchtertyre (51miles) - cut off 4.30pm (15hrs 30 mins) I dibbed in 14.59 hrs with half an hour to spare even though I’d relaxed my pace. I hugged Robin, reassuring marshals I was fine and just needed a clean t-shirt. I had my second sit down of the day, my feet up, Pauline sorting my feet again, with clean socks and a change of shoes. I needed quite a handful of wet wipes, I was still quite grubby, a clean t-shirt. Ta-dah, my appearance would no longer cause alarm. I wolfed down some cream of chicken soup then washed that down with a can of low alcohol beer, exceptionally refreshing!

I waddled out with a full tummy and Val for company, lovely to chat and catch up on their day, they drove round by Callander, it’s a less stressful journey than coming up the west side of the loch, they stopped there, had some chill time and a massive roll for second breakfast. We eased along to Tyndrum where Allan, Ken and Sue were waiting. Pauline swapped with Val to see me along to Bridge of Orchy, and with the race route going through the centre of the village I took advantage of the public toilets for a civilised pit-stop before marshals saw us safely over the pelican crossing. 

Pauline tootled about with my camera as we shuffled along in the sunshine.

I’m not sure when we looked at the time but I became aware that we were going to cut it fine for the Bridge of Orchy cut off. Not again! This was my second sprint finish of the day, I’m no Mark Cavindish, I don’t like it! Sue had come out to meet us, and I was slightly reassured I should be fine, although if the traffic was heavy I’d have an agonising wait until it cleared. Sue went on down to the road and shouted when there would be a safe break in the traffic for crossing, I didn’t have to burst a gut to make it or wait too long. We ran up the bridge and dibbed in. Bridge of Orchy 60 miles - cut off 7.30pm (18hrs 30mins) I made it in 18.16 hrs. Oooooft! 

The past few years I’ve stressed Beinglas and relaxed after that, I’ve never had to be so aware of the cut offs this far up before. Was it the weather? I have probably relaxed too much, I did have a longer stop in Auchtertyre than really necessary, and with the warm weather I didn’t feel the need to move to generate heat. My lack of training/speed work? I am not going to mention age, I’m only 62, well 62 ¾! (Mental note to self - For next year do speed work and don’t fall over in the build up!) 

Pauline and Val can stand down now and head to our accommodation in Fort William for some well deserved rest, food. a glass of wine and a sleep in a real bed. It was a bit of a blur getting ready for the next section, Clara had arrived to escort me along Rannoch Moor, I hope she didn’t think all this panic was normal. I had a few mouthfuls of rice pudding and Sue walked up the hill for a bit, waiting to take back my mug once I’d finished my coffee. As usual, it's the first one I have in over three weeks and I usually savour it, the luxury seemed irrelevant at that moment but I didn’t doubt I would feel the benefit. Clara and I made steady progress up the hill to the 100km mark and my reward from Mike, a Vimto jelly baby. Thank you. Then we headed down to Inveroran. It was a beautiful evening.

I don't think I’ve ever seen this tree look so bonnie. Clara was like a breath of fresh air, her first time support running and she was marvellous, encouraging where to run and pointing out the smoothest terrain for easy passage, we had Jordan for company too, I love how during the race you have conversations with brand new pals, getting to know them, where they’re from and their journey to making the start line. Climbing up towards Peter Fleming's Memorial Cairn Jordan was having a bad patch and told us to go on, but it wouldn’t be right if we did. Clara stayed with Jordan, she phoned Sue so she could find his support and give them and the race team the heads up he wasn’t feeling too great so he could get the help he needed. I maintained my steady pace and caught up with Neil again for more chat,

after we crested the top, he again descended with speed and ease towards Glencoe. I headed down in my own stottering style and only then did I feel my arms cooling and pulled on my arm warmers, it was after 10pm  For the first time in over quarter of a century of being involved with the race either running or support this was the first time I’ve crossed Rannoch Moor in a t-shirt with bare arms! It must have been a warm day after all.

I dibbed in, Matt said he was relieved to see me, he didn’t want to be known as the guy that DNF’d Fiona. I felt guilty for making checkpoint leads panic almost as much as I was. It was my responsibility and solely on me, if I had been timed out, it was my own stupid fault for not running fast enough! (This is no reflection on anyone timed out, I’m giving myself a stern talking to!)

At the car, Ken did my feet for the third and final time. Apart from one wee hot spot, my feet were in great shape, fresh socks and the same shoes would see me to the finish. I was trying to eat some mac n cheese, I was having a wee bit of difficulty, my gag reflex wasn’t for letting it go in, I persevered but I didn’t manage very much. I was meant to walk on with it but had gone off the idea. I took a Yazoo banana milkshake instead. It was cooler now the light was going, I pulled on my old fluorescent yellow WHW top and tied my old blue fleece round my waist (a favourite since wearing it going over the Devil in 2007 for my PB) Sue would be with me now all the way to Fort William, we headed down to the main road, I had my head torch on, it wasn’t totally dark but I wanted to be seen, I was telling Sue about the eejit that just about took out Karl, Jen and myself at this point in the Devil, haring down the road at a reckless speed (I doubt they were involved with the race) At the Kingshouse, folk were standing outside with beers and a bonfire. Aw man, what a perfect evening! They shouted encouragement as we went by, that was lovely, they didn’t have to. 

Going over the pointless bouldery climb, up and away from the road just to come back down about a mile later. Sue and I discussed what I was wearing, it was cooler and breezy, three-quarter length Skins don’t keep you warm, at Altnafeadh I’ll pull on my cut-off waterproof breeks, not very bonnie but extremely practical, really easy to get on and would keep my quads warm and working. Also the humble Cup-a-Soup Broccoli and Stilton flavour did what the mac n cheese should have. 

We had a steady slow climb up the Devil and over the top, the waning moon was rosy red, we were in a privileged time and place to see it, Sue’s photo doesn’t do it justice but you might get the jist. 

We came across a guy standing still, he pointed to a body lying in the heather all comfy and cosy looking, saying "Do you know who it is?”  I’m afraid I rudely pointed my head torch into their face to check, their eyes screwed and blinked open.  “Sorry Neil, I’ve disturbed your Nana nap.”  A misnomer and a totally inaccurate description of his internal battery super recharge. Shortly after, once again, Neil and Gordon swept passed down to Kinlochleven.  It started to drizzle a bit, we decided it wasn’t heavy enough to bother putting jackets on, we’ll be fine, a short time later it was getting heavy, ok, we better stop and get the jackets out. As we were just arriving into Kinlochleven I thought the street lights had a funny turn. Sue asked if I’d seen the lightning? Eh? Sure enough a huge rumble confirmed it was lightning. In the checkpoint and a hug from Julie, Neil was sitting in a chair sorting stuff and said he was going to have a tactical break. A good idea, I looked out and the rain was stotting down and bouncing off the pavement. I spent half an hour having porridge and a mug of tea, poor Allan was sent out to the car to get my big jacket and full length waterproof trousers.  

Clara rejoined us and would see me into the finish.  It was light when we left, still raining off and on but the cloudburst, thunder and lightning had passed. Progress was slow going up the biggest climb of the route, my legs were tired but moved well, I will never have speed but I have consistency, it was time to relentlessly move forward.

It is good having two support here because they can have a conversation that isn’t just one sided, normally the runner doesn’t contribute much more than an occasional single syllable at this point but I think I manage to join in reasonably well. 

I have crossed Lairig Mor in the wet before but so soon after the deluge it seemed like a river in full spate, so no point trying to keep our feet dry although I preferred to skirt round anything more than ankle deep.  There was no running happening but I felt I had a good strong march, even with wet feet they were still in good condition and I was able to place them exactly where I wanted. We moved well, Sue and Clara setting a fine pace but I dropped back on anything that went upwards. (Another note to self - do more hill work for next year.) 

Eventually Lundavra was in sight, I dibbed in and we looked for Ken and Allan. We were asked if the car down at the road was our support, Sue answered it was, we were told that they were asleep. I laughed out loud, I was looking forward to a mug of Horlicks and a couple of custard creams. The kind lady asked if she should go and get them, we decided  we’ll manage without, although it would’ve been nice, it wasn’t worth the wait. She said that she’ll let them know we’ve gone through and could pass on a message. I laughed and yelled “Tell them they’re sacked!” I was carrying some custard, Active Root Gel, Tailwind and water, not a patch on a hot drink and a custard cream to dunk but I’ll survive. We carried on up the hill, “only” around eight miles to go but with some cruel climbs and descents to tackle, we marched on… and on. The regrowth of what we once upon a time called the spooky woods, dense forest with very little light was harvested a good few years ago is looking lovely, fresh and green, with native young trees and shrubs, now a delight to pass through except for the massive misshapen wooden steps down the steep path, totally unacceptable at this point in a race, I whinged accordingly. Then I thought back to when there were huge deer stiles, ok, maybe not as bad as them but still horrible!   

The last long, steep hands on thighs, slow motion climb up to the fire track. Now roughly five and half miles to the finish, we settle back into a good strong paced march and as we head down Sue suggests we should stick in the odd wee shuffly run especially if I plan to sprint from Morrisons. Alright then, I suppose so! We wonder how others are fairing and I say I don’t doubt Neil will come thundering by now we’re on the way down, sure enough about ten minutes later, Sue turned round, looked up the track and cheered. What a wonderful sight to behold, Neil sailed by smoothly, strongly and effortlessly like a majestic tall ship under full sail. Fantastic! What class! On his way to his 19th Goblet - superb!

I plod on some more, getting near Braveheart we see Ken, he's walked up a bit to find us,

Allan is waiting with the camera, so I run! We’re on the pavement and the final effort, cars peep as they go by, Lorna gives me a hug, I approach the roundabout at the Woollen Mill, there’s a big group with Morven cheering, my emotion is close to spilling over as she hugs me. I can finally believe we have done it! We’re not quite there yet, just before the old finish Sue sprints ahead to the pedestrian crossing, ready to perfectly time pressing the button for me to cross without having to wait. Once over I break into a shuffle and keep it going, round the station and I hear Martin, I pump my arms to make my legs stronger, cheering is all around me and pushes me in into the hall and over the finish line. Ruth hugs me tight, then I find my doofer and dib in for the last time.

I’m hugged to bits as I try to gather myself. Ruth brings me a cup of tea and Allan fetches the custard creams, finally! I have time for a quick shower, Pauline came with me to make sure I would hurry up. We were in our seats in time to see Robin receive heartfelt standing applause, he had run a virtual West Highland Way over the last few weeks, Ian had given his permission for him to finish properly under the arch. Wonderful. 

I was delighted to see Jordan bring the race home flying a Saltire above his head.

The prize giving is a slick affair but everyone has their moment of recognition and celebration.

photo credit - Stuart Macfarlane

182 Goblets were awarded this year, but the conditions took their toll with 61 DNFs, the highest number recorded, I hope most will hold onto their dream and come back in future, their Goblet will be all the more cherished when they succeed. 

No Goblet is earned by an individual. Crews willing to give up their time and energy to selflessly pander to runners that aren't always gracious make Goblets happen and the hundreds of hours Ian and his race team put in make Goblets happen. I thank you all for making my Goblet very special. 

Thank you Pauline, Val, Allan, Ken, Sue and Clara for looking after me, feeding me, taking photos and making memories I will cherish forever.