Plan Z – It worked! (almost)

Plan Z – It worked! (almost)

Plan Z: I had a blast. Best day out since the Namibian and Genghis Khan marathons in January.

For the first time ever, I was smiling in every photo taken during a race: unheard of. There is a lot to be said for just rocking up, not pushing it, hanging at the back of the party, chilling and taking it easy.

Kit Guide for a Scottish Ultra-Marathon

Kit Guide for a Scottish Ultra-Marathon

Or any other run in Scotland for that matter.

It is oft said in the pre-race briefing to expect ‘weather’. Now, your canny Scot knows exactly what that means. The country that can so often give us four seasons in one day means that we have to plan for said four seasons.

So here is a quick guide to ensure success and avoid the packing procrastination trap.

The tyne's all mine: Tyne Trail Ultra

The tyne's all mine: Tyne Trail Ultra

Well, I had to really. Just couldn’t resist it.

The inaugural Tyne Trail Ultra followed the new Tyne Trail from source to sea. The trail has been established by the Daft as a Brush charity which provides cancer patient care services by provided staffed transportation to and from hospital for cancer patients undergoing chemotherapy and radiotherapy.

Last does not mean loser

Last does not mean loser

Kielder 80k ultra: I came last and first.

Bunk beds and school dinners were the order of the day at the Hawkhirst Scout camp which is where the Kielder, 50k, 80k and 100k races start and finish and where we were staying the night before the event. I was one on a small Scottish raiding party making a foray into racing south of the border. Speaking to our dorm neighbours we discovered a small Danish raiding party too.

Oven to Freezer - a double Marathon Experience – the freezer

Oven to Freezer - a double Marathon Experience – the freezer

From Namibia (see previous blog post) back to Frankfurt, then on to Beijing (the coldest and most unfriendly airport I have ever set foot in) and a final short hop to Ulaanbataar: departing Namibia on Sunday night and arriving in Ulaanbataar on Tuesday, yes, Tuesday afternoon, losing 7 hours on the way.

That old familiar feeling

That old familiar feeling

Nervous, butterflies in the tummy, edgy, anxious, can’t settle, heavy legs; sound familiar? Lists of lists, piles of kit getting added to and taken away from, random kit purchases, indeed random purchases full stop; does that also sound familiar?

My Father

My Father

My father has been in my thoughts recently, more so than normal. He died a good many years ago now at the age of 59. A life too short for a larger than life man who had such gusto for life. I am not sure why he is so much in my thoughts. Several things may have prompted it.