Picture this: it’s 1 am on the banks of the majestic Caledonian Canal, and a gathering of under 40 runners are buzzing with nervous excitement. We had all gathered in the cozy confines of the Kilmallie community centre for the race briefing, where we were given the lowdown on the epic challenge ahead. Head Torches strapped on, we were ready to conquer the dark night and dive headfirst into the unknown.
The Great Glen route is no walk in the park. We were instructed to follow the trusty blue way markers that guided us through the entire race. But first things first, we had to drop off our checkpoint bags. With those taken care of, the countdown began, and as the clock struck 1 am, we were off like a pack of wild beasts, head torches illuminating our path through the darkness.
I can’t deny the mix of nerves, excitement, and trepidation that coursed through my veins as we ventured into the unknown. It was a surreal feeling, knowing that the next 73 miles would test our limits both physically and mentally. But hey, that’s what we signed up for, right? That’s what we paid for? We were fueled by adrenaline, bananas, gels, sweets, Active Root and a shared passion for adventure, and nothing was going to stop us.
Throughout the race, the Great Glen treated us to its boundless beauty. Rolling hills, mist-covered lochs, and breathtaking vistas greeted us at every turn. It was as if nature herself had conspired to create the perfect backdrop for this epic challenge. And boy, did it keep us captivated every step of the way.
Fort William – Clunes
Our journey from Fort William to Clunes, the first leg of the Great Glen race, kicked off with a 10.5-mile stretch that was nothing short of an adventure. The trail started off relatively flat, giving my legs a chance to warm up, but it wasn’t long before we encountered the small climbs of the Neptune Staircase. Those uphill sections definitely got our hearts pumping and set the tone for the challenges that lay ahead.
To add to the thrill, heavy rain poured down, making it difficult to see through the dazzle of our trusty head torches. But pressed on, undeterred, relying on the instructions to keep the lochs on our left. However, nature had a way of throwing us a curveball, and suddenly, the lochs seemed to switch sides, challenging our navigation skills.
As we ascended from the canal into a rolling forest section, things got even trickier. The steep climb demanded every ounce of our energy, and the dense trees made it challenging to find the way. I carefully picked the path, making sure not to lose my footing amidst the obstacles nature had in store for us.
Speaking of obstacles, we encountered our fair share of squashed frogs, slugs, and snails along the way. It was a reminder that we were guests in their habitat, navigating through the wilderness with every stride. But despite the eerie company, I was in good spirits as approaching the first checkpoint. The ability to switch off and just run, letting the rhythm of our footsteps guide us, was pure bliss.
The journey from Fort William to Clunes had a touch of solitude to it. With minimal runners around, it felt a bit lonely at times. But every now and then, a glimmering head torch in the distance reminded us that we were not alone in this adventure. It was those occasional glimpses of fellow runners that kept our spirits high and fueled our determination to push forward.
Clunes – Laggan Lochs
Leaving Clunes behind, we ventured into the next leg of our Great Glen race, a 9.5-mile stretch that brought its own set of challenges and surprises. The path ahead began with a gradual uphill climb, testing our endurance right from the start. As we treaded through the forest, we encountered a new path that wound its way up in switchbacks from the tranquil Loch Lochy. Each step was a reminder of the elevation gained and the effort we were putting into this incredible journey.
Passing through Kilfinnan, we found ourselves immersed in nature’s embrace. Fueling up was essential to keep our energy levels high, and we relied on natural bars and bananas to keep us going strong. With the call of nature making itself known, a quick toilet stop in the long grass became a stealthy act of ninja poop, a testament to the resourcefulness required in the midst of the race.
As dawn broke and the darkness slowly faded away, we were rewarded with breathtaking views that unveiled themselves before our tired but determined eyes. The magical interplay of light and shadows enhanced the beauty of the surroundings, motivating us to keep pushing forward. And then, a descent awaited us, leading us down to the enchanting Laggan Lochs and our second checkpoint.
Arriving at the checkpoint, I felt a mix of elation and a slight wave of nausea. It was expected, though, after fueling up to keep my body going. But overall, I felt good, I felt strong, and that bolstered my spirits for the challenges that lay ahead. With the night sky beginning to fade, it was time to bid adieu to our trusty head torches, even though the rain persisted, albeit easing up a little.
As we continued our epic journey along the Great Glen, Clunes to Laggan Lochs had proven to be an exhilarating leg. The gradual uphill, the forest path, and the stunning views all served as reminders of the rugged beauty that surrounded us. With our bodies fueled and our determination unwavering, we pressed on, ready to conquer the next chapter of this extraordinary race.
Laggan Lochs – Fort Augustus
Leaving behind the picturesque Laggan Lochs, we embarked on the next leg of our Great Glen adventure, covering a distance of 11 miles that would test both our physical endurance and navigation skills. The journey began with a long ascent, taking us straight up a forest dirt track before dropping into the charming village of Invergarry. Navigating through its twists and turns added an element of excitement to the race, as we embraced the challenge of finding our way amidst the scenic surroundings.
After Invergarry, it was time to climb once again, pushing our limits as we ascended before eventually dropping down to the canal at Aberchalder. From there, we were treated to lovely views over Loch Oich, a sight that refreshed our spirits and reminded us of the natural beauty that surrounded us. The next phase of the leg involved a long 5-mile stretch along the canal and the bank of the River Oich, which proved to be a lonely yet serene experience.
As the rain subsided and the sky brightened, I encountered a fellow runner who was struggling with stomach issues. We exchanged a few words of encouragement before parting ways, each of us continuing on our own unique journeys. The path ahead remained flat, but the constant impact on our fatigued feet and joints took its toll.
Finally, the sight of Fort Augustus greeted us, and with it came the comforting presence of my dad, who expertly crewed me from this point onward. The happy volunteers and their infectious enthusiasm added to the welcoming atmosphere at this checkpoint, rejuvenating our spirits and fueling us with renewed energy.
Laggan Lochs to Fort Augustus was a leg of the Great Glen race that tested both our physical stamina and mental resilience. From steep climbs to breathtaking views, from serene stretches along the canal to encounters with fellow runners, it was a rollercoaster of emotions. But with the support of loved ones and the warm reception from volunteers, we pressed on, knowing that every step brought us closer to achieving our goals in this incredible race.
Fort Augustus – Invermoriston
Leaving Fort Augustus behind,I entered the next leg of the Great Glen race, a demanding 9-mile stretch that would truly put our endurance to the test. As I started this section, I was immediately greeted by the first testing climbs, signaling the true beginning of the race. The familiarity of this route provided a mix of comfort and anticipation, as I knew what lay ahead and how to navigate it.
Fueling myself effectively int he checkpoint with Sweet N Sour Pot noodle (other noodle companies do exist) and finding my rhythm, I adopted a strategy of run-walk, conserving my energy by walking the uphill sections and picking up the pace on the flat and downhill stretches. Opting for the high route, I was met with an initial hands-on-knees climb that demanded every ounce of my strength. But the effort was rewarded as I made my way past beautiful waterfalls, traversing through the humid forestry before reaching the openness of the moorland.
From the open moorland, I was treated to breathtaking views of Loch Ness, its calm waters stretching out before us. Alas, Nessie, the mythical Loch Ness Monster, seemed to be on holiday, as there was no sign of her during our race. Passing by stone shelters and seating stones, resisting the temptation to rest and pushed onwards, knowing that the finish line was inching closer.
However, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. The gels weren’t going down as easily as I had hoped, and even the music that usually uplifted me seemed to fall short. To keep my focus and maintain a steady pace, I resorted to counting in loops of 100, using this repetitive rhythm to stay motivated and push through the challenges.
Descending down the knee-shattering zigzags, my ears popping with the change in altitude, I could feel the temperature rising (say that in an Elvis tone), adding an additional challenge to the already demanding terrain. Yet, the reward for the perseverance came in the form of impressive views of Telford’s Bridge as I approached Invermoriston, a reminder of the remarkable engineering feats in this part of Scotland.
Fort Augustus to Invermoriston was a tough leg of the race, no doubt. The climbs tested our strength, the difficulties with fueling and music challenged our mental fortitude, and the scorching heat added to the physical strain. However, with the stunning views, the sense of accomplishment, and the support of fellow runners and volunteers, we pressed on, knowing that each step brought us closer to conquering the Great Glen race and achieving something truly remarkable.
Invermoriston – Drumnadrochit
Leaving Invermoriston behind, I embarked on one of the longest sections of the Great Glen race, covering a grueling 15 miles that would truly test my physical and mental resilience. The leg began with a steep climb that seemed to stretch on forever, challenging my endurance right from the start. It was during this section that I hit the lowest point of the race, feeling the painful effects of blisters and knee pain. However, I reminded myself to keep on keeping on, knowing that perseverance was key.
As I pushed through the challenging terrain, I found solace in the fragrant embrace of the Caledonian pine forest. The scent of the pines enveloped me, offering a momentary respite from the physical strain. Passing by the view catcher circle, I was rewarded with stunning views of Loch Ness, a sight that provided a much-needed boost to my spirits.
The weather played its own game, alternating between patchy rain and sunny spells, adding an element of unpredictability to our journey. Undulating forest paths tested the agility and strength, as we navigated the twists and turns of the trail. Along the way, a much-appreciated water stop offered a brief chance to replenish our hydration.
However, the road out of the water point seemed relentless, stretching on endlessly before us. My legs felt heavy, my body fatigued, but I knew that the finish line was inching closer. Finally, a steep descent into Drumnadrochit awaited, providing a temporary reprieve from the arduous climb. There were many swear words uttered throughout – well intentioned and some new swear words were created – what even is a cuckfunt?! 🙂
Passing through the village, I could feel my energy waning, desperately in need of a boost. The remaining Pot noodle provided some much-needed sustenance, fueling me for the final stretch. A red ambulance, a sip of Coke, revitalised me with a surge of energy. Caffeine tablets added to the buzz, momentarily alleviating the mental strain.
Yet, as the miles wore on, I began to struggle mentally. The goal time of 15 hours seemed to slip away, and despite my unwavering determination, it felt like there was little more I could do. The weight of the challenge pressed upon me, testing my resolve and forcing me to dig deep within myself.
Invermoriston to Drumnadrochit was undoubtedly a grueling leg of the race, pushing us to our limits both physically and mentally. From the never-ending climb to the breathtaking views, from the unpredictable weather to the relentless forest paths, it was a true test of our endurance. Yet, fueled by determination and the support of fellow runners, we forged ahead, knowing that every step brought us closer to the extraordinary achievement that awaited us at the finish line.
Drumnadrochit – Inverness
Embarking on the final leg of the Great Glen race, we faced the daunting task of covering 18 miles from Drumnadrochit to Inverness. As we set off, a moment of uncertainty made me believe I had taken a wrong turn. However, just when I needed it most, Bill Heirs appeared like a guardian angel, reassuring me that I still had another half mile to go before making the turn. With renewed confidence, I pressed on, passing the historic Temple pier where an ill-fated speed record attempt had taken place in the past.
Following the A82 road, the climb out of Tychat proved to be a grueling challenge, as we ascended through hot forests. During this stretch, I found myself trading places with the lead lady runner, Magda Janus, as we traversed the historic lumberjack site. Pushing forward, we journeyed through the enchanting Abriachan forest, catching glimpses of the Abriachan Eco café along the way.
Reaching Checkpoint 6 at Loch Laide, I was greeted by supportive volunteers who provided me with extra water, coke, and sweets to refuel for the final push. With just ten miles remaining and a flicker of hope, I began to calculate in my fatigued state that I might have a chance at achieving my goal of finishing in under 15 hours. Focusing on each kilometer, I continued to count to 100 in loops, a rhythmic repetition that helped to keep me going.
As the landscape changed and hail fell upon the open moorland, I gradually started to descend, encountering mountain bikers and walkers, a sign that civilization was drawing near. The path seemed to stretch on endlessly, but I pressed forward, passing through Leachkin and the housing estate, even catching a glimpse of the “White van” that had become a familiar sight throughout the race.
Finally, along the towpath and down a set of steps, I arrived at the running track, with a glance at my watch confirming that my sub-15-hour goal was within reach. The surge of determination propelled me forward as I pushed my limits, my heart pounding with excitement and fatigue. The finish line awaited, and as I crossed it, a sense of triumph washed over me, knowing that I had achieved what I set out to do.
The Finish
Reaching the finish line of the Great Glen race was an incredibly emotional experience. As I crossed that final threshold, my mind flooded with memories of the entire journey that had led me here. The sheer relief of being able to stop and reflect on the day’s challenges overwhelmed me, and I struggled to find the words to match the depth of my emotions. Completing the race had transformed me in ways I couldn’t have anticipated—I had learned so much about myself along the way.
Crossing the finish line with a time of 14 hours and 52 minutes, I had achieved my goal of completing the race in under 15 hours on the remarkable Great Glen Way. A warm hug from my dad, my unwavering rock of support, reassured me that this accomplishment was not only mine but also a victory for the team that had stood beside me throughout. I took a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to the volunteers whose unwavering support had carried me through the toughest moments.
As I received my well-earned glass and whisky, I couldn’t help but think of my incredible coach, Ginie Barrand, whose expert plan had guided me to this remarkable achievement. In my thoughts, I carried the memory of the late Ritchie Lawson, a constant reminder to run for those who can’t. The personal loss of April Ballerina Cruickshank, which had affected us all in April 2023, served as an additional driving force on this profound journey.
I want to express my sincerest gratitude to the Great Glen organizers and the Run Ya Rocket community. This race has forever changed me, shaping me into a stronger and more resilient individual. Less than 15 hours before, I embarked on an incredible adventure that has left an indelible mark on my spirit.
Thank you for reading
James