Well Guys, i made it !!
After 4 hours 30 minutes and 12 seconds, i crossed the finishing line in the Queens Park Stadium, Inverness. As you can see from the picture, I looked a bit of a state by the end of it!
My day didn't get of to the greatest of starts. Throughout the build up to the race, I had been making sure that i was adequately hydrated for the trials ahead. However, I probably overdid it somewhat. Judging by the queue at the 'portaloos', the majority of the 2,000 were in the same predicament. So i decided that it would be best if i left the scrum for the loos, and used one of the many fields around. Unfortunately, I didn't realise that the ditch i was stepping across was actually a small river, and managed to step straight in it. So now I was 10 minutes away from the start, with one foot absolutely soaking.
Anyway, there was nothing i could do about it. As the starter called us to the start. I was getting some strange looks from fellow competitors, as i appeared to be squelching after every other stride!
The klaxon went off and we were sent on our way with the help of a traditional Scottish band. Approximately three minutes into it, the heavens opened. Soon, no-one was looking at me strangely, as everyone had wet feet. And shorts. And vests. For the full four and a half hours the rain didn't stop. if anything, it got progressively heavier the longer the day went on.
Nowhere in the pre-race literature did anyone mention the hill at Mile 5. If i had knownthat it was that steep, I would have brought my climbing gear. Managed to reach the summit of that one, and so too the hills at miles 11,14, 17 and 19. The famous mile 23 hill arrived, but early, at mile 21. After a while though, I realised that this hill actually went on until mile 23. Just what you need after four hours - a two mile hill..
Was feeling absolutely exhausted by mile 24, but the crowds were getting bigger as we were heading towards the centre of Inverness and they really spurred us on. As i turned into the stadium, I looked nervously over my shoulder, checking that neither Lorraine Kelly nor Great Uncle Bulgaria were coming up behind me. Luckily, there was no sign of them. So i was free to wnjoy a relativiely relaxed finish.
A big thanks to the guy from Bracknell who I got talking to at around about mile 21. You really helped me through a tough spell, and i hope you managed to get the time that you were after. Also a big thanks to my travelling support of Angie, Ron and Isobel. It was great to see you out there at mile 18 and at the finish. And the way you all peformed at the pre-race pasta party, setting personal bests for pasta eating, was great.
And thanks to everyone who sponsored me. At last count my page was up to £1,067, which is fantastic. Here's to the next one....
Andy