Ben Nevis 3rd September 2011
So today will be my 11th consecutive Ben race. Still on course for 21 in a row. For various reasons I had not made any plans for accommodation and the weather forecast was so bad for Friday night that I ruled out camping again. So it will be up and down in the day, a 500 mile round trip. The drive went smoothly with only minor traffic along Loch Lomond. I arrive in Fort William at 10.45am. A text from DW is very welcome and I meet him and KA in the car park at Claggan Park. Tea and biscuits, excellent.
After registration I attach numbers front and back to my vest and make the decision as what to wear. Long sleeve top it is. Some friendly banter helps to calm the nerves and all too soon I am warming up on the field. Light rain is falling. I congratulate Andy from Rossendale on his 21st Ben Race. When I was doing my first he was doing his eleventh. The nerves have disappeared as we file into the start area. My plan is to just go steady the whole way and not worry about what every one else is doing. Don't want to get into any actual racing!
We are off! . I find the road hard going but once into my stride my tactics seem to be working perfectly. The tourist path is awkward running. I tell myself that it might feel tough now but coming back down will be much worse so just get on with it. I am happy to fall into line for the zig zag cut offs. Setting my own pace I ignore all the runners passing me, there is a long way to go.
After Red Burn (half way up) the angle steepens. Again I fall into line. Occasionally I pass someone. Occasionally someone passes me. I am never struggling with the pace. The odd bit of rain comes and goes as does the breeze. Long sleeves the right choice. The angle eases and I do bit of running, feels surprisingly good. The summit is is always further than you think, even after 10 races. I hand in my tag and head down. There are a lot of walkers today. They have as much, if not more, right to be there. I say a lot of thank you's.
I pass a lot of runners on the descent to half way and down the grass bank to the burn. No one passes me despite my deliberately conservative pace. The combination of tired legs and the rocky tourist path is not a good one. Full concentration required. This is where runners usually pass me but this time it is me doing the passing. Well two anyway. Through the gateway I say to myself 'last bit before the road concentrate'. I immediately trip and do a sideways roll. Concerned walkers ask if I'm OK. A brief yes thanks and I start to run hoping that I am.
I take my secret line and the running is better until I slip again and this time bang my knee on a rock. I hurts as I start to run but soon wares off. Onto the road and a few pass me. I recognise them as those I passed earlier. Taking my own advice I try and keep form and am determined to run to the finish (because I don't always manage it). It works and I even pass a few people.
Looking at my watch as I cross the line, 3.20pm. It takes a few seconds to work out but I must have run around 2 hours 20 mins. Very pleased with that. Steady tactics seem to have worked. A dip in the river. A shower. A cup of tea with DW and KA. More chat and race analysis and I am on the road home at 5.00pm
As I leave Fort William and prepare for the drive home I am feeling very pleased with myself. The drive through Glen Coe as the cloud lifts is magnificent. The motorway is quiet, as I pass the open section south of Glasgow just before the Lowther Hills the sun is setting to my right and behind. Catching the tops and ridges. Some fields are still very green whilst the slightly higher ground is starting to look very autumnal. Bracken and heather turning brown. I feel privileged.
An hour or so before home my left knee begins to feel the effects of the knock and stiffens up. But I press on and am soon there. Eat and relax. I go to bed with a sore left hand, left knee, left hip, left elbow and left shoulder. I wouldn't have it any other way. A great day.
Thanks to DW for the hospitality.
Next year?
Of course. Just hope I get an entry.
Russell
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