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Training Log Archive: jack_wright

In the 7 days ending Sep 10:

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  Running5 9:27:52
  Climbing1 1:20:00
  Total6 10:47:52

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Sunday Sep 10 #

4 PM

Climbing 1:20:00 [3]

Felt great. Did another V2/3 and got about 5 I couldn't do previously. Feel stronger than pre-skye.

Saturday Sep 9 #

11 AM

Running 39:30 [2]

Easy one with Al. Legs still tired from Skye. Resting up this week anyway.

Friday Sep 8 #

Note
(rest day)

7 hours of driving meant no time for a quick dart up any of the passing hills. Even though they were giving me the eye - especially when the sun came out going through Glen Coe. Legs dead anyway so rest day needed.

Thursday Sep 7 #

10 AM

Running 2:00:12 [3]

Wet wet wet hunting Munros. Realised I hadn't actually run onto the Cuilin Ridge yet as the weather around the ridge had been so terrible all week so stuck my waterproofs on on what was by far the worst day and set sail. Once I'd found the right combination of clothes I got into a nice rhythm. Basically just up and down Sgurr na Banachdich. It was so grim I touched the top and didn't even stop. Straight back down again. Didn't see a soul all day, bar a lone walker who'd turned back on the lower slopes.

Wednesday Sep 6 #

12 PM

Running (Walking) 4:00:00 [1]

Bla Bheinn (924m) with Alice. Sun came out the top and saw two eagles. Couldn't work out if Golden or White Tailed as the mist came in just at the wrong time.
Did a bit of unintended rock climbing over some steep scree slope / cliff off death. Happily made Alice watch as the weather came in and I disappeared into the mist hanging off of a cliff. Survived - pretty sketchy though..

Tuesday Sep 5 #

4 PM

Running 1:56:00 [2]

Planned on Bla Bheinn but woke up to a half deflated front tyre. Not a great sight when 9 miles down a single track road and at least 25 miles from the nearest garage. Drove to the nearest village at snail pace and found a friendly postman who had an electronic tyre inflator. PSI was at 15 so it was a bit desperate. Managed to get to the garage in Portree and they sorted me out. After all the drama it was getting on a bit so we decided to have a run on the way home. 3 pretty gnarly looking hills that I'd seen on the way in - the Beinn Dearghs and possibly Glamaig would do the trick.

Set off in what must've been the biggest marsh in Scotland - a strong candidate for staging the international marsh football world championships. Once on the big spur going up Beinn Deargh #1 there was firmer ground and got into a nice rhythm. Super cool views at the top of the island and the dark depths of hell that was that bloody Cuillin ridge. When will those clouds shift?! I'd been feeling the ankle on the climb but decided to just take it easy on the descents so I could complete the horseshoe. Obviously then I put an effort in up Beinn Deargh #2. Got to the top at the same time Al got to the top of #1 and also just as the sun came out. Pretty special up there and there were rainbows all over the place.

Then for the descent. I'd been eyeing up Glamaig the whole way. It's one of the most intimidating hills I've ever seen. Unrelenting steep cone shape rising from the sea to 700m with a mix of flat black rock, grass and scree. No idea how to approach the ascent but I decided I'd tackle that when I got down to the col between the two hills. This proved a lot trickier than expected. Followed the cairns down to a plateau and they led to a scree slope off slightly right to where I wanted. Some fun scree running followed for about 100m before the rocks got larger and wetter and the slope steepened. Okay, a bit sketchy now. After sliding uncontrolled for a bit decided to back off and after lots of squeaky bum moments, traversing back and forth I finally arrived at the bottom, 200m down on the wrong side of the col. Climbed up to the col with legs still feeling good. Looked directly up at Glamaig and just thought no chance.

Thankfully found a nice trod which I enjoyed for 10 or so mins before we hit the marsh hell. 35mins and 3km of marsh trotting later I arrived caked in mud at the car amongst the hundreds of foreign car tourists and instagrammers getting their "experience" of Skye posing on a bridge. Each to their own - means that the hills are quieter anyway!

Monday Sep 4 #

4 PM

Running 52:10 [3]

Weather pretty grim again so went for tempo up to Coire Lagon. About a 500m climb. Feeling good - ankle manageable but not ideal. Can definitely feel it. Need to watch it a bit.

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