When someone mentions an A-Z of Glasgow I am immediately transported back to when I first came to the city well over thirty years ago and armed myself with the trusty A-Z of Glasgow map book. That’s what you did back in the days before internet, mobile phones and google maps.
A not so cautious return from injury.
It’s an age old story.You get injured. It’s a bad one, crutches are involved. Painkillers are involved. Picture a running diva lolling with a ‘blanky’ and a pile of cushions. There are weeks (four) of enforced inactivity. Picture diva impersonating a cat on a hot tin roof. Finally, you get the all clear to ease back into training, but there is a small problem. It is only seven weeks until your next race, a huge kick-ass 100k with ascent equal to climbing Ben Nevis five times.
I am generally regarded by ‘normal’ people as a bit crazy, but I am in good company; there are quite a few of us ‘crazies’ aka ultra-runners. I am not sure why, you would not want to run a silly number of miles in extreme, exotic, remote and beautiful places? Why would you be regarded as mad for running marathon distances and longer in the Scottish Highlands, the Atacama Desert, the North Pole and Antarctica?
The chimp is dusting off his little red trousers ready for the Great Glen Ultra where he will undoubtedly put in an appearance or two, and may well run amok again flinging pine cones at us in the woods on the climb out of Drumnadrochit.
Firstly, credit where credit is due, thanks to Lois for the title of this blog entry, this being her observation as we set out.
As many will know I am by nature a lone runner, but I found myself craving the company of others and so bit the bullet and made my first foray with the Glee Club, an informal monthly gathering of my fellow runners for a long a run.
I love these little tootsies, although you could be forgiven for thinking otherwise based upon what I inflict upon them.
From the moment I was up on them I was on the go, and the toddler who was ever reluctant to settle for a nap most definitely gave up her afternoon naps. They have quite literally carried me for thousands of miles, well over 2000 this year alone and from pole to pole via a desert and a marathon.