So, to summarise.......I stayed at a B&B in Inverness the night before as I had to register for the race the day before (Saturday). I headed down to registration, got my number and timing chip and headed over to the 'Big tent' for a pasta meal.
When I got back to my digs I sorted out my running kit and went to bed. Up at the dawn of crack (5am) for a pot of porridge, bananana, flapjack and coffee and I was good to go. I crept out of the B&B and drove down to park at the 'village'. Had a drink of fruit juice before I made my way over to the buses and soon we were on our way down to the start at the south end of Loch Ness. For the most part the trip there was in silence. Occasionally only the noise of a bodily function broke the silence on the bus. It took around an hour for the convoy to get to the start area and the welcome relief of getting off the bus and inhaling some fresh air. I had thought i was clever by getting on the second from the front bus. However, on arriving at the start area the buses at the front were the furthest from the start area, the baggage vans and more importantly, the toilets. In fact the start banner was barely visible from where my bus stopped. There was nothing else for it, pee in the bushes. So hundreds of male runners littered the side of the road with their bits hanging in the wind. After what seemed like forever I reached the baggage van and launched my bag into the right numbered section, only for it to fall straight back out into a big puddle. Bugger.