I slept 15 hours that night and by the time I woke up I knew that many of my running friends who were taking part had probably finished or were slogging it out on the final section. Well done to everyone who ran, supported, shouted and screamed. Well done to Ian and all those behind the scenes who kept things ticking along. Thanks to my folks for being on hand and for making that horribile drive round to Inversnaid to get me. Well done to all who now possess a Crystal Goblet.
So with my 'Plan A' for this year buggered, I've turned my attention towards the Glenmore 24 hour Trail Race, and plan not to repeat what happened last year. I'm sure it won't as Ada is bringing along her cattle prod and plans on sticking it me the first sign of me lying down.
After the WHWR disaster I knew I needed a good run to lift my spirits, so headed over to Bute to run on the West Island Way Route. Initially I was only planning on around 16-17 miles but ended up doing 24 miles. I'll have to come back and run the northern tip section that I missed out. I wonder if this 32 mile circuit of this beautiful little Island could be an Ultra Race in a few years?