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Active Root | The Natural Ginger Sports Drink

Recently I’ve been testing some samples of a new sports drink called Active Root, which is made right here in my adopted home of Edinburgh. I’d heard about Active Root through various outlets but had never come across a sample, so I was pleased to give it a go. I absolutely LOVE anything ginger, including when I’m out running, so it seemed like the product would be perfect for me. I wasn’t wrong and I’ve really enjoyed drinking it on long and short runs, and even for tackling a hangover. It’s zingy and refreshing without being too sweet, and tastes great even after six hours on the trail.

I was really keen to support this new Scottish business, so I asked the founder of Active Root, George Ashley, if he would answer some questions about his products so that I could say a bit more than “This Tastes Awesome!”. Read on to learn about what makes Active Root special, where you can buy it, and what the next steps are for the team…

active root sports drink

Can you tell us a bit about Active Root – what is it and what does it do? What makes it different from other sports drinks?

Active Root is the first natural, ginger based sports drink. It is designed to help avoid and alleviate stomach discomfort and nausea before, during and after exercise. It also tastes pretty  good! There is a whole host of data from peer reviewed scientific journals to our own  investigations to suggest ginger calms the stomach and decreases nausea. This forms the basis  of what makes Active Root different from other sports drinks.

Where did the idea to make a ginger sports drink come from? Why choose ginger?

My business partner Will and I were sat in a pub in Edinburgh in early 2013. His mother used to give him ginger beer as a child when he had an upset stomach. Both of us had experienced stomach issues before and after long runs and bike rides. After a few more beers and discussion, we realised that this could form the basis of a business.

How did you get from an initial idea to prototype? How much testing did you do?

For the first 9 months we attempted to fuse a sports drink recipe with a ginger beer recipe with little success. Our ‘lab’ was my kitchen using a blender and some simple equipment. I have a background in bench science so that came in handy. We experimented with different ingredients, concentrations and production methods most Saturdays throughout the summer of 2013, and eventually, we came up with something both of us would drink!

In 2014, Huw joined the team via a mutual friend and Active Root formed the basis of his Master’s project at University in Edinburgh. We compared the stomach settling qualities of Active Root against another sports drink (with no ginger) and water. We had 40 volunteers for the study, involving a series of 5k races and a semi-quantitative questionnaire. The results suggested that Active Root decreases gastric issues by 40% compared to the other two drinks. In 2017, we have a further study planned, in collaboration with Edinburgh Napier University.

Active Root is now made by a third party manufacturer so all necessary quality and lab checks are conducted in-house. It’s a long way from my old kitchen in Marchmont!

What was the biggest challenge in production?

In 2015, and still pre-trading, we decided to move from a liquid product to a dissoluble powder. This was not only to make Active Root a viable business from a financial perspective, but also to give the consumer more flexibility with Active Root in terms of where they want to use the product. That could be on their bike, in their rucksack or in the cup holder whilst down the gym.

The biggest challenge was converting our recipe into a viable powder form. However, we have a great manufacturing partner in the north of the UK who have been very helpful in the whole process.

What has been your favourite moment of the Active Root journey so far?

There has been a few but probably seeing Active Root on the shelves for the first time in shops such as the Apple Pharmacy and Run and Become in Edinburgh. Seeing that really brought it all home for me.

Is Active Root a full time job now, or do you balance it with other commitments?

Will and myself have other roles, which provide funding for the company, but we have two full time people. It’s an unconventional setup but it currently works for us.

Who else is on the team and what do they do? Are you all runners?

As well as Will and myself, we have Huw who is our main full time person, and backbone of the company, as well as one other who is a little shy! Everyone is critical to the team. We are all runners; I am mainly a XC and road runner, Huw is an orienteer by trade, and Will is our expert triathlete and Ironman.

If you could see any athlete drinking Active Root, who could it be?

Primarily runners, cyclists and anyone into endurance sports. However, Active Root can be used by anyone who likes ginger and wants to balance their system throughout exercise. Gym goers, hill walkers, footballer and even golfers!
If you are asking about one particular individual, it would probably have to be Joe Root (the English cricketer) for obvious reasons! If the customer feels so inclined, it also makes a great mixer and an even better hangover
cure! [Editor’s Note: Can confirm – alleviated most red wine hangover symptoms in our extensive in house trials]

Any plans to sponsor any athletes or events?

Yes, we are the official hydration partner of Spartan Races in the UK for 2017. This is major platform for us to bring Active Root to as many people as possible across the UK. Spartan are a great partner and have been extremely helpful in promoting us and helping us develop.

In March 2017 we have a trade stand at the Scottish Cycling, Running and Outdoor Pursuits Show at the SECC in Glasgow. This is the largest show of its kind in Scotland and provides Active Root with the opportunity to engage with around 10,000 active folk to see what they think of our product. It also gives them an opportunity to buy some!
We are involved with other, more small scale events this year as well and I would recommend anyone to check out www.activeroot.co.uk to find out more regarding where we will be this year.

Any plans for any other ginger products? Please say yes – I would love a ginger gel!

A second flavour is in development and all will be revealed in due course. As for a ginger gel, that is an idea that has been on the white board in the office for a while but we’ve made no putative steps towards it yet.

Where can we buy Active Root?

Active Root is currently available to buy on our site here at http://www.activeroot.co.uk/store and we are also available in store and online at Run and Become Edinburgh (http://www.runandbecome.com/shop-online) and in store at the Apple Pharmacy in Edinburgh (http://www.applepharmacy.co.uk/).

 

 

Edinburgh Life

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m writing this from my couch in Stonehaven with day two of the Olympics playing on television in the background. I should be basking in a post-run glow,  having just completed my last long run before the Speyside Way Ultra, but instead I’m feeling a little queasy and quite frankly, a little traumatised, after suffering a great disagreement with some food I ate last night. I thought I’d take this rare opportunity of spare time to write a catch-up post and attempt to compensate for my inconsistent blogging of late.

edinburgh castle

Life in Edinburgh

I’ve been living in Edinburgh for a little over two months now and have settled in to my new job well. I work in the city centre and have been enjoying walking three miles to and from work every day, exploring the opportunities that my new location has on offer, and soaking up the amazing atmosphere which Edinburgh is famous for. It is not without its challenges however, and now that initial sheen of excitement of living a new city has worn off,  working through various issues is testing my patience at times.

forth road bridge

The biggest frustration is that I am still living in Edinburgh by myself; I’m not sure that I’ve mentioned that here, but Kynon is still working in Aberdeen and living in Stonehaven with Saskia. I get the train down to Edinburgh at 6am on a Monday and arrive back in Stonehaven at 9pm on a Friday. It is a tiresome lifestyle which has presented considerable barriers to truly settling into my new city and making new friends. After commuting, work, and training has been done, there is no time to do anything else but eat and go to bed.

edinburgh

That makes me sound very disciplined, but as anyone who might follow my Strava account would know,  I’ve not been running all that much!  So far for me, 2016 has been the summer of bugs… the first two weeks I was in Edinburgh I had a nasty cold with a cough that took ages to shake, and then a couple of weeks after that I caught another cold which turned into a chest infection which took two weeks to clear. It has been so frustrating and I feel like my fitness has really taken a hit with a lack of consistent training.

Speyside Way Ultra Training

My ‘goal’ race this summer is the Speyside Way, and I’d been hoping to train strongly over the summer in hope of being able to claim a huge PB. Last year I ran it conservatively as I ran the Fare Challenge the next day, so there is a big chunk to come off my time. However, my training has been severely impacted by having two periods of illness, and has lost all sense of direction. I had written a plan for myself to include speed and hills each week as well as an easy run and a back-to-back at the weekend, but I’ve been lucky to complete even half of my scheduled sessions and there has certainly been no speedwork to speak of.

In terms of long runs this summer, Kynon and I ran to Musselburgh and back one Saturday for a 20 mile run, but I had to bail at 14.5 miles due to my chest infection.

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We had a successful 24 mile run from Stonehaven to Aberdeen via Drumoak.

edinburgh

We attempted a Pentland Skyline run (16 miles) in lieu of the Fort William Marathon (*more on that below) but ended up cutting the route short at 4.5 miles because it was just.so.damn.hard and I wasn’t coping with the massive elevation. In total the run came in at about 8.5 miles in two and a half hours. I was so disappointed and embarrassed – the route just chewed me up and spat me out, and provided a sharp reminder of what poor shape I’m in right now.

pentland skyline

And then there was today’s planned 20 miles on road, which has just not happened. Thankfully, after 15 ultramarathon finishes, I am blessed with the kind of daft confidence which means I know I will still complete the race, but I didn’t want to just ‘complete’ this one. I will give it everything I’ve got, but I suspect my performance may not be anything to write home about. I finished in 7 hours and 4 minutes last year; I was hoping to take an hour off my time and perhaps even duck under 6 hours…

* Unfortunately I was unable to use my place in the Fort William Marathon because of accommodation difficulties, and big issues with transport. I have no car down in Edinburgh and ScotRail ever so kindly were striking on the day of the race. There was really no way to make it work, so I had to email my apologies and DNS the race 🙁

Where do I go from here?

I feel like a bit of a lost at the moment, as I have done for much of the last year. It is very hard not to compare myself to where I was X months ago and long to be that thinner, faster version of myself. After 8 months of unemployment, I’ve not been in a good place mentally or physically for quite a while and I need to recognise that coming back from that cannot happen overnight. I know I’m going in the right direction with a new job and a new career, but it really doesn’t help that the circumstances under which that is happening means I am living apart from my husband and all that is dear to me. It is making it really hard to move on when I’ve still got one foot stuck in a different city, but that’s just how it has to be right now.

Obviously Edinburgh offers a wealth of fitness opportunities and I have been paying attention to what is happening, even if I haven’t trying anything new yet. I have chosen a running club to try out however I haven’t made it along to a session yet due to my colds, but I think this week might be the week I’m ready to put my brave pants on and go and meet some new runners. Also this week and throughout the rest of August, the Edinburgh Lululemon store is running free lunchtime fitness classes to celebrate the festival. I work just around the corner so it’s a perfect location, and doing something a bit different (like Piloxing or Voga!) will be fun.

There is also the crazy concept that is ‘Project Awesome‘. A free fitness class on top of Calton Hill every Wednesday morning…at 6:30am. I really like the idea but I just can’t see how I can make it work with that early start. My Achilles heel in fitness is my hatred of early mornings – in fact, if only I could train myself to do my running before work (perhaps even running to work) then I could free up my evenings to enjoy Edinburgh a bit more. I’ve said a few times – I wish I could clone myself so I could join an evening class or a musical group, and still keep up my (meagre attempts at) training, but the only way around that is to embrace early morning exercise…

To conclude; I’m not really sure what I’m doing next, but I know I’m looking forward to Speyside in two weeks and I’m beginning to think about 2017 races too. Preliminary thoughts are perhaps a repeat of 2014, with a D33/Fling/Cateran build up to the Great Glen Ultra, with hopefully a road marathon in there too. I’ve entered both London and Tokyo Marathon ballots, so when the inevitable rejections come through for them, then I will look at some other options around Europe for marathon fun.

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Have you ever had to live and work apart from your partner?
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West Highland Way Race 2016 – Support Crew Race Report

West Highland Way Race 2016
The West Highland Way Race 2016
Support Crew Report

My 2016 has been…interesting so far, so in the end it was no surprise that the 2016 West Highland Way Race ended up being a bit of a strange one for me. I decided quite quickly after my own West Highland Way Race in 2015 that I didn’t want to come back for a second attempt in 2016, so I hoped that I would be able to support someone else to achieve their goals at the race this year instead. When the time came to put crews together, I agreed to support my friend Jemma in her first attempt to claim the goblet. As it happened, 2016 was not to be her West Highland Way Race year, so in May I found myself potentially missing the race for the first time in 5 years. It was around then that a Jury summons arrived in the mail for Kynon, messing up any potential plans for this most important of annual events even more. If selected, his presence would be required in Aberdeen High Court at 8:30am the morning after the race and of course the way the UK judicial system works, you call up the court the night before you are required to find out if the case is still scheduled to start on time. Hugely frustrating, but we wouldn’t even be certain if he would need to attend court until the very last minute. Everything was up in the air.

Enter Steve. Steve comes from Los Angeles and was heading over to Scotland for his second attempt at the West Highland Way Race, after DNFing with hypothermia at the same point in last year’s race which nearly ruined me. Steve needed a crew and put out a shout in the West Highland Way Race Family Facebook group, asking for some local assistance. I was more than happy to help and put myself in touch with him immediately to see if we could work something out.

It took quite an exchange of emails before the final plan was made, but the important thing was; at around 8pm on Friday the 17th June, Steve’s team assembled in Milngavie to start a big adventure. There was myself, Jemma, Patrick, and an Astra hatchback stuffed full of supplies, ready for the journey ahead.

West Highland Way Race 2016

In short, we had a (dreadful) meal at the Milngavie West Highland Gate Beefeater (they’ve changed the menu since last year and the service was a horror show) before heading to Tesco to stock up on food. Next was registration, then the usual dance of hellos, hugs and well-wishes before we put Steve to bed in the car to rest for a bit and joined Mike, Jeni, and Sharon (David Scott’s crew) to chill out and chat in the last hour before the off.

It was amazing to be back at the race, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t harbouring a few nerves. Whilst I have supported twice before, I’ve never been 100% in charge of a crew, and indeed, someone’s race. Jemma and Patrick were newbies to the race – which is no impediment if you’re smart, committed, and in possession of an enduring spirit – but in general everyone will do better if there’s someone in your crew who knows what they’re doing and can take the lead.

At 12.30am we got Steve to the start and joined the Midnight hubbub of activity. Alongside the crowd of around 500 people there was the usual confused amazement of those alighting from the last train back from Glasgow, and an assortment of local neds scooting around getting in everyone’s way. I caught up with the Stonehaven Running Club crew and wished them all well, and managed to get around most other friends to deliver hugs and well wishes. It brought a lot of memories back. It was hard to believe that I was one of the runners 365 days before, but it was not the time to dwell on those meandering thoughts.

After the briefing we said our final goodbyes and took up a good position on the High Street in Milngavie to shout and cheer our loudest for the runners. It was the most perfect night – about 15C, clear skies, and with a full moon hanging above the hills. If you’re going to pick a night to run though – this was it.

A ripple of cheers flowed up from down the street as the runners came towards us. Headlights dancing, eyes bright and faces stretched with smiles. They were doing it! It was actually happening! As my eyes brimmed with tears and I screamed and hollered for them, for a moment I was one of them again. Running up a Scottish high street on Midsummer’s eve into the darkness, and towards the hills.

But, this isn’t about me. This is about Steve who came to Scotland from California to avenge the demons he left behind on the Lhairig Mhor in 2015. Steve wasn’t sure how fast he was going to run, which made it challenging to work out how best we could crew for him. He declined any assistance until Balmaha at 19 miles which was very useful – it allowed us to drive straight there and attempt to get a little sleep. Together we had previously estimated his arrival at 5am, and alarms were set accordingly…imagine our surprise when the agreed ’10 minute warning’ phone call came at 4am!
This was a little miracle – we had agreed that Steve would call at the top of Conic Hill and my phone was placed on the dashboard in full signal, ready. Except it didn’t ring. I woke up about 4:05am and decided to check the time, only to see a message received from Steve only minutes before. Had my sixth sense not been on the ball that morning them we would have been in trouble, but some things you just can’t explain I guess.

Balmaha at 4am was oddly devoid of midges. No nets were needed and the air was calm and moist – it didn’t make sense at all, but we just got on with the job. For those who had been standing still it was cold, but the runners all came in dripping with sweat. Steve was running fine and with nothing to report, so we just refilled his pockets with gels and his Camelbak with TailWind and off he went. There was one thing which made crewing infinitely easier, which was Steve’s choice of nutrition. Coming from the school of ‘stick with what works’, with a side of ‘keep it simple’ he just eats gels – one GU every 30 minutes and that’s it. No really – that’s really it.

West Highland Way Race 2016

After we saw Steve off, we drove up North for some more sleep after a hot drink and a breakfast roll at the Oak Tree Inn. Here’s where the insider knowledge comes in handy – there is a public car park half way between Balmaha and Beinglas where you can park and rest in peace until you need to meet your runner hours later at Beinglas. No slamming doors, no engines, no chat – just silence. We arrived before 6am and clocked up another chunk of rest, before arriving at Beinglas in glorious sunshine before 8am.

We really had no idea when Steve would arrive, but given his accelerated performance in the first 20 miles I didn’t want to take any risks. It became immediately obvious where all the Balmaha midges were hanging out when we reached the checkpoint area at Beinglas and were instantly swarmed with bugs. Jemma and I wrapped up to defend ourselves whilst we left Patrick to sleep in the car.

West Highland Way Race 2016

Steve came blasting through at about 9:20am looking and feeling well. He had really struggled over the Lochside section in 2015 so getting through that was a big mental hurdle for him. I was very pleased to see how ok he was and began preparing for him to reach the quicker end of his projected potential finish time.

By now it was really shaping up to be the most glorious day – clear skies and hot sun. Glorious if you are a Southern Californian perhaps, but all of our Scottish compatriots were having to seriously consider their options and ration their water in between check points. Not something we’re usually used to doing, but the West Highland Way Race has been well over-due a scorcher for several years. A race in June in Scotland, does not guarantee good weather; in case that was ever in doubt.

West Highland Way Race 2016

So we fast forward another 12 miles to Auchtertyre, and the half way point. We arrived around 10:30 and enjoyed catching up with the other crews with runners around Steve’s pace who were now becoming familiar. We basked in the sunshine and I got ready to run the first support segment, although it would be touch and go whether I would be able leave with him to due to race regulations. The revised criteria for 2016 state that runners may have a support runner after Auchertyre after 11:30am only – with Steve going at the speed he was he would be faced with waiting until 11:30, or pushing on for the next 10 miles to Bridge of Orchy alone.

However. Right on target I received a phone call from Steve, calmly reporting that he’d cracked his head off the sheep tunnel about 5 miles out from Auchtertyre and it ‘looks a lot worse than it is’. Right then. I had a quick chat with the medics to forewarn them and spoke to a runner who arrived who had been with him when he did it. When our warrior turned up, it was obvious he was right; it did look a bit drastic, but once the blood was wiped off it was just a soft tissue scrape. Steve passed the medical test despite having lost a chunk of weight, but we weren’t too worried as it was 11:31am and we were allowed to leave the checkpoint together.

West Highland Way Race 2016

Off we trotted and I got the chance to gauge how he was really doing. All in all he was fine and he even managed to cope with my dreadful chat which I was pumping out just to pass the time and keep him distracted. I soaked up the sunshine and couldn’t believe how lucky we were to be out there enjoying it.

West Highland Way Race 2016

It goes without saying that the weather was basically Scotland turned up to 11 and the run could not have been more beautiful. This section remains one of my favourite parts of the route.

West Highland Way Race 2016

West Highland Way Race 2016

West Highland Way Race 2016

At Bridge of Orchy, Jemma took over pacing duties. Everything was going perfectly so I have nothing else to report other than we refilled his fluids, took his litter, and gave him more gels, before kicking him out on his way. F1-standard ultrarunning at its finest.

Next stop: Glencoe. On the road this is a short journey so we arrived a good couple of hours before Steve would arrive and allowed us to enjoy the breath-taking beauty of Glencoe in perfect summer. There were parasailers circling high up above us, having launched themselves off the ski slopes, and if we weren’t surrounded by scorched heather there would have almost been an alpine feel to the day. I’ve never seen Glencoe look like that before; we arrived at 2pm and enjoyed an afternoon in the sun at one of Scotland’s ski resorts – when can you ever say that?

West Highland Way Race 2016

West Highland Way Race 2016

West Highland Way Race 2016

Steve arrived at 4:30pm and we sent him off with Patrick, who would then take him though to Lundavra. I then drove Patrick’s car along the road to Altnafeadh which blew my mind; despite my own car also being an Astra, it is ten years older than his and from an era when electronic handbrakes, clutches, and lights on the dashboard telling you what to do were not a thing. I can think of fewer times when I have been more anxious than when I was trying to negotiate Patrick’s car in and out of the hilly boulder field which passes for a road at Altnafeadh, with nothing but an electric handbrake for support. If this is the future of driving then I am not impressed at all.

Jemma and I then headed to Kinlochleven where we basked in the last of the evening sunlight. It was clear that barring disaster, Steve was going to really smash it. His vague goals or expectations had been, maybe around 24 hours, 21 on a really good day, but maybe 30 if things aren’t ok. Parking the car at Kinlochleven, we were expecting him around 8pm, with a potential 22 hour finish on the cards.

I wasn’t due to run until Lundavra and had a raging craving for some hot food, so I went to the chip shop and enjoyed a portion of hot salty chips. It came as a little bit of a surprise when our support runner rang on time as expected, but letting us know that he didn’t want to run any further because he was tired. He also offered a suggestion that we might not bother going to Lundavra and just go straight to Fort William, for a sleep. The less said about that the better, but unsurprisingly I found myself saddling up to run another 14 miles with a belly recently stuffed full of fried food.

Before long I found myself back on the trail which I both love and hate the most. I have never managed to enjoy a crossing of the Lharig Mhor; it’s always at the end of something – a race, a support stint, a big back-to-back. I want to love the desolate beauty, but every step I take there is always full of wishes that I could traverse it more quickly.

West Highland Way Race 2016

I knew I needed to bring my strongest self for this section as I could see Steve start to flag in places. He still had a lot of fight in him but it was getting to the point where he was going to benefit from a secondary mind working on his behalf. I told him when to run, when to walk, and when to eat. I mostly ran a few steps ahead of him, setting the pace and willing him on behind me; pulling him on in the obscene cat and mouse chase which is ultramarathon pacing. We worked well together and didn’t need to say much; I gave him walking rests when he needed them but kept the relentless forward progress ongoing. All with a belly bursting full of chips.

My early concern in this section was the temperature. There was a cold wind rushing down the glen which chilled my sweaty, sunburned skin to the bone. I was concerned that Steve might not have enough clothes on and kept in contact by text message with Jemma, asking her to run back towards us from Lundavra when arrived, with a thicker jacket for Steve. My main concern, as was his, was getting him past the milepost of Lundavra and on to the final 7 miles. There is a reason why there are Wilderness Medics out on Lharig Mhor; it is a cruel and barren place where the weather can turn on a sixpence, ending the strongest of races without mercy.

Despite Steve’s physical strength he was beginning to give me clues that things were beginning to get tough. He constantly asked how far we were away until the next checkpoint and other than that, the chat had dried up. There was an unspoken knowledge that the time had come to dig in and work together to move onwards as efficiently as possible as a pair.

When Jemma came into view there was less than a mile to go to Lundavra. Knowing this seemed to fire up Steve into another gear and he shifted his position to be in front of us with us chasing behind. Chasing is the right word; when he reached Lundavra, he blasted right through and on up the hill at speed. I paused for a cup of red bull, thinking I’d be able to catch him up quickly, until I saw him rapidly disappearing into the distance as he RAN up the hill.

Jemma and I hastily chased after him and for the next few miles we had to work really hard to keep pace. Steve was pausing for no-one; even when I tripped over my own feet and ended up tumbling off the path and smashing my elbow on a rock with a yelp, he gave nothing more than a cursory glance behind him as he continued onwards without pause.
Just before the final ascent up towards the fire road, we took a walking break for one last gel as I talked Steve through the final couple of miles of the course and what he had left to cover. Moments after he summited the hill Steve took off again, and we began the quad-juddering descent into Fort William at a comfortable but swift pace.

Upon reaching Braveheart car park we took a final walking break to catch our breath before the final push. As a group we locked into a solid pace and covered the last mile towards the leisure centre in just over ten minutes. It doesn’t matter whether you are running, crewing, or sweeping, making that final turn into the car park is very special and my heart leapt when I was finally able to tell Steve “Go on – it’s all yours” as we peeled away from him to give him his moment of glory sprinting towards the finishing arch and the end of the race.

Everyone is happy when they finish a race, but Steve had to be one of the most ecstatic finishers I’ve ever seen. He seemed genuinely surprised and delighted to have achieved his goal – as if it were ever in doubt! Steve completed the race in 22hrs 39m 17s. He didn’t want to hang around at the finish line, so within half an hour we had checked into our hotel and Steve was getting ready to have some well earned rest. I was certainly tired, but having a runner that finishes well under 24 hours makes a massive difference, so Jemma and I spent some time reflecting on the weekend in our room before we went to sleep, drinking warm beer and eating cheese and chocolate.

The next morning, after checking on Steve and eating some breakfast, we went back to the finish line to cheer in the final finishers. It was as emotional as it always is, and seeing those final warriors come in to reach the finish after 33 or 34 hours is amazing. Cheering Norma (the oldest female finisher ever) and Adrian (achieving his 15th goblet!) reduced me to a blubbering wreck of happy tears.

West Highland Way Race 2016

West Highland Way Race 2016

We then headed to the goblet ceremony and cheered all 159 finishers until our voices cracked and our hands hurt from clapping. I got the chance to catch up with most of my friends before we parted ways, but Steve had booked us an extra night in the hotel so I still had the after-party with lots of peole to look forward to later on that evening. We both went back to the hotel for lunch and then to rest for a little bit, but I ended up taking a little walk back down the course in the rain to see one last runner cover his last miles of the day…

Whilst the race was officially over, Keith was still out on the course. He had a legitimate excuse though, as he had started his run on Thursday evening in Fort William. Having ran 95 miles to the start in Milngavie, he turned around and came right back again, just because he could. After shooting the breeze with Lucy, Dod and Karen, a very tired looking figure came into sight as he entered Braveheart carpark. He stopped to say hello before his support runners chided him for not moving, so we quickly drove back to the Leisure Centre to be there when he finished.

In the pouring rain and devoid of any gantries or ceremony at all, the finish of this run looked quite different to the official race finish a couple of hours earlier, but the small group of supporters cheered like banshees when he inexplicably sprinted into the carpark after finding one last burst of energy. The amazing accomplishment was complete when Keith slapped his hands on the Leisure Centre doors in traditional ceremonial style, much to the surprise of the staff inside. A lady came out and disapprovingly wiped the doors clean of his hand prints – quickly erasing any lasting visual evidence of the 190 miles of hard work which had been clocked. A sobering reminder that not everyone ‘gets’ it.

Wrapped in an embrace of warm, happy running feelings, I went back for another nap before the party. I finally got to my bed at 4am after the after-after party and drinking champagne with a bunch of friends including esteemed guest, Hal Koerner, but that’s perhaps another story for another day.

West Highland Way Race 2016

Strathearn Marathon 2016 – RACE REPORT

Strathearn Marathon
12th June 2016

strathearn marathon

4 hours 20 minutes 28 seconds
105th of 153 finishers
36th of 59 Females
16th of 26 Female Seniors

After the sudden news that I had got a new job and would be moving to Edinburgh within a fortnight, I had to re-think my plans for attending the Strathearn Marathon.  After completing my first week at work, I got the train home to Stonehaven on Friday night; I spent a lovely 33 hours with my husband before getting collected by Naomi at 6am on Sunday to head down to Comrie for the race. The plan was to enjoy some quality running and then I’d get a lift back to Edinburgh  with Sandra and Ian. I was glad to have sorted out a plan, and despite it being a little galling to say farewell to Kynon at 6am knowing I wouldn’t see him for another two weeks, there was little else to do other than saddle up and get on with it.

The weather was grim; proper dreich, foggy, drizzly and a little cold. The Strathearn Marathon is renowned for its views but it became apparent that we’d be seeing very little of them during the race. We arrived around 7.45 and got quickly registered before catching up with some friends and familiar faces. One of the great things about this small, friendly race, is that you are offered the option of personalised drinks bottles, which are taken to 10 and 18 miles. These were deposited at the start and the system was flawless.

At 8.55am we lined up in the drizzle and listened to the briefing. Mark Beaumont was the guest of honour and when the gun went off, he led us on his bike on a circuit of the Cultybraggan Camp for the first quarter mile. After returning to the starting line and crossing for the second time, we headed out of the Camp and out on to the back roads for the rest of our 26.2 mile adventure.

Strathearn Marathon

Picture by Ali Robertson

Shortly afterwards we started climbing steadily; much of the first five miles is up hill. Naomi, Kate and I ran together and maintained a steady pace. No-one was looking to set any PBs and Naomi and I had planned to use the race for a good catch up! After the course leveled off, it turns onto a slightly more major road, so common sense dictated that we ran in single file. This rather quelled the conversation but we kept plodding away despite the increasing rain.

Strathearn Marathon

Picture – Gordon Donnachie

It began raining very heavily and soon I was absolutely soaked through. There were quite a few exposed miles where the wind made me pretty cold and I was glad I had a long sleeve top on to stay a little bit warm. I continued to chat to Naomi every so often but didn’t get much response – I had figured she was just battling on in her own head, until I turned around at about 9 miles and saw it was a totally different lady behind me! Oops. It’s a shame my chat was so bad she couldn’t even respond to tell me she wasn’t who I thought she was.

Strathearn Marathon

Picture – Gordon Donnachie

As the heavy rain continued I just pushed on alone in my thoughts and the miles ticked by. I was surprised at how good I was feeling and nothing was hurting at all. I ran a couple of miles with Kate before we separated at the 15 mile water point, and then I had a great few miles where I just bounced along and began passing people one by one. I felt I got stronger in the second half and this was reflected in my eventual finishing time, which was a 2:12/2:08 negative split – a first for me at marathon distance!

Strathearn Marathon

Picture – Gordon Donnachie

I had a really strong finish which was I very pleased about; this race could have very easily turned out to be a bit of a suffer-fest as I really have not put the work in this year to merit a strong road marathon performance. 4 hours 20 minutes is 22 minutes off my PB, but for someone who has done two runs over 15 miles since last September (one in January, and one in May), has run just over 400 miles this whole YEAR, and has been carrying around an extra stone in weight for months…it’s not too bad. I wanted to use the race as a benchmark for improvement for the rest of the year, so at least I know what I’m working with. Like some report cards at school used to say… “If Rhona actually bothered to TRY, she could be quite good at [subject] but she doesn’t seem to wish to concern herself with effort”

Strathearn Marathon

So, this summer, armed with my new size ‘Large’ club vest (my Medium one is too tight now) and stinging memories from Sunday of what inner thigh chub rub feels like (I have raced 100s of miles in the above pictured black skort and that has never been an issue before) I will be attempting to shift the lard and relocate the athlete I was a year ago when I earned my West Highland Way Race goblet. Eight months of unemployment has not been kind to my body or my mind, so I really hope that I have turned a corner with my new life in Edinburgh and I can start building these aspects of myself back up again.

I think it’s important to acknowledge that not everyone starts doing ultras and then makes it their life’s work. After my first ultra in 2012, I have consistently ran several marathons and ultras each year until 2016, where due to a couple of triggering factors I kind of just fell off the wagon. Bloggers and tweeters and many other online influencers might have you believe that once you start doing ultras and you’re in the scene, you just keep doing them all the time and it’s super easy and fun to do massive runs or races every other week; hashtag #trailporn hashtag #ultralife hashtag #zerolimits… Apart from the fact that a #zerolimits #ultralife is quite hard to fully execute when you have #zerobalance in your bank account, sometimes in life, much like in these races themselves, you go through bleak patches and you just have to keep knowing and believing that at some point you’ll probably come out the other side. I’m not really out of it yet but today I feel like I’m a lot further along than I have been lately.

Devil o the highlands footrace 2015

This weekend it’s my absolute favorite weekend of the year – the West Highland Way Race. This year I’m crewing for a guy from Los Angeles called Steve who I only met for the first time on Tuesday! It will be yet another way to experience the race through a visitor’s eyes and I simply cannot wait to head over to Milngavie tomorrow night. As usual there are dozens of friends taking part or crewing who I’m excited to see, and I’m ready for another adventure. Good luck to you if you’re taking part, or crewing – both are huge challenges!

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