Seeking asylum in the hills & transcendence on the trails

The Cateran Ultramarathon – race report

This was a race I had never planned to do. It was only a few days after the Highland Fling that my sister asked me what the next race was going to be “there’s the Cateran run but I guess it’s only a few weeks away – too soon probably.”

Without meaning it, a small seed had been planted and as I started to recover from the Fling I looked into the race details….

The 55-mile Cateran Trail follows many of the old drovers’ paths through the heart of Scotland….7450ft of climbs which includes a climb over Glenshee itself to the finish back at the hotel.

It would be a much smaller field than the Fling and arguably a more ‘intimate’ race. So I finally decided to do it and arranged an entry application with Karen (race organiser).

 

The day before

I headed up on the Friday with my hungover sister for support. Unfortunately there was no room at the inn so we booked a hotel in Kirkmichael, a 20 min drive from Spittal of Glenshee. On arrival at the hotel we dumped our stuff and headed straight up to the Spittal of Glenshee hotel to check how far away it was and have a bite to eat. We also had a quick look around trying to work out at least a little of the route. The end of the route looked like it came straight off a hill – cracking way to finish.

It was then back for a quick run to finally get the legs moving (after a 2-3 day taper) and some very average food from a ‘restaurant’ in Pitlochry – why is the Scottish hospitality industry so poor? We then went back up to the SoG hotel to register which would save us doing it in the morning. I immediately recognised Karen (and George) from the D33 in Aberdeen – I didn’t realise this was her race. Nicola, quizzed George about the CP’s and how best to find them and he kindly gave her some pointers.

I was then in bed and sleeping for around 10.30pm (much to my sister’s surprise). Alarm was set for 4am. On race day I like to finish breakfast 3 hrs before the start – this was going to be less but was a sensible sleep / eat trade-off.

Turns out I didn’t actually turn the alarm on but 2 mins after it was due to go off I woke myself from a nightmare that it was 10am and I’d missed the race. Funny how the mind works eh?

The cramming of breakfast in a cold and silent hotel room is always the worst part of any race for me. Always makes me feel lonely and I’m not convinced that the body is ready for the porridge, bread, orange juice and egg onslaught when it was in deep sleep only minutes before. That said, my sister didn’t sleep on and kept me going with questions about what was going into what bag etc. That done, it was time for the big mix up! I am meticulous with my race day planning – food / fluids / drop bags / pace etc. We had already laid out the drop bags it was just a matter of adding the energy drinks, water, electrolytes etc. It is always a challenge in itself doing all this from a hotel room and it took a little longer that planned. But before I knew it we had emptied the hotel room and we were heading up the road to Spittal of Glenshee! We were expecting rain but at least for now it was dry and the sun was starting to peek through the heavy clouds.

At the hotel I saw some friendly faces and many that I’d seen at the Highland Fling. It was a pretty relaxed atmosphere and I was really excited about the start. At 6.45 Karen did a short race briefing before walking us all over to the start of the race. It was a really pleasant walk and to me captured the essence of the race – people were laughing, joking, chatting and generally catching up. I met Louise (@goodonskis) for the first time who I’ve known only on Twitter – it was a nice place to do it in the calm before the race start. We joked about her minimal approach to gear – carrying only 2 x ipods and nothing else!

The Race

We all crossed a stile (the first of many), stood around for a few minutes and then the race started quicker than most of us expected – we were off across the fields with some dark grey clouds at our heels. I’m usually a pretty quick starter (too quick) so I stayed at the front with 2 other runners. I knew who they were although it was unlikely they’d know me. A few miles in there was two of us leading by a few seconds. We shortly came into a field and couldn’t spot the next marker so we stopped for a minute and tried to work out where to go. We were then caught and the other runner headed off up a steep grassy hill. I went after him but near the top realised that the other runner had gone the opposite way. I decided then to turn round and saw that he was over 500m ahead but had at least found the route ( I hoped). Getting lost was my biggest fear as very quickly it could ruin my whole race. I was determined not to let him build a lead and within a mile I was back with him.

This must have been Paul Hart – a super-talented runner and another racer I was honoured to be running with (after the Fling exploits – Jez Bragg, Andrew James etc). For the next 25 miles or so we were cat and mouse at the front. It was a real battle that I absolutely loved. The scenery was amazing, the terrain had everything and we were matching each other blow-for-blow.

My sister and my folks were at every checkpoint and have become a super-slick support team. They know I don’t like to stop at all and they put up with getting just a few words from me on the most part. I had changed my fluids plan and it was working like a dream. They left nothing for me to think about or need. I looked forward to every checkpoint just to see how slick they were! I even stopped a few times and we had conversation and laughs. They’re an amazing crew!

At the Den of Alyth (about 26 miles in) I was feeling strong as we both headed into the checkpoint area. I was determined to start pushing on so was back running again within 30 seconds. There was a half mile section through the woods and for the first time it felt like I was on my own. It was then straight into a long tarmac ascent – maybe for a couple of miles and I pushed on hard to try and create a gap. By the time I got back down the hill and into Blairgowrie it felt like I had a lead. Again I felt strong. Sank some more fluids, restocked, a little chat with the team and was off again. I had never lead a race before at this stage and I was a little nervous about missing a signpost and going the wrong way. Normally I’m heads-down and batter on but I needed to stay alert so I didn’t get lost and blow it.

This was again a pretty hilly section with a mix of forest track, tarmac and field. By the next the checkpoint I thought to myself, there’s only one more to go before the final leg to the finish. So when I got to the Bridge of Cally CP I was pretty upbeat, having run the last section entirely on my own. My Dad said I was maybe a few minutes up, so I refuelled, picked up supplies and headed off again. This time into the rain.

The next section was 11 miles of solo running. ‘Just keep moving’ was on repeat in my head. It was such a varied section with wide forest tracks, tricky heather covered climbs, marshland, single track, rocks, boulders and some of the tallest stiles I’ve ever climbed. I knew if I got to the next CP in the lead then someone would have a huge battle on their hands to get past me on the final 6 miles to the finish. So, with that in mind I just kept moving. People ask me what I think about when running for this length of time. I think about a whole host of things (other than just the race pace, pain, split time, food etc). Mostly I think about how lucky I am to be running – to be skipping around some stunning countryside (with like-minded people) truly is a joy. I know that sounds a little flippant or hippie, but running like this goes deeper than just another challenge for me.

The penultimate section passed fairly well although it certainly felt longer than the 11miles in the race notes. Every time I thought I was nearing Kirkmichael it would climb again and skirt along the edge of a hill. Once past Kirkmichael I had just over 2.5 miles to the final CP. Again, I just kept moving. As I crossed the river which I hoped would take me into Enochdhu I finally spotted my Dad a few hundred metres in front of the CP – he gave me my electrolytes and told me that I was doing well. I chatted at the CP with my family and the marshall’s. The final section is a 5 mile climb to about 600m right through Glenshee then a steep 1.5 mile descent to the finish at the hotel. They asked if I’d done it before (I hadn’t done any of the course) and told me how hard it was. It didn’t phase me to be honest – if it was hard for me, it was also going be hard for anyone behind me (and I wasn’t going to give this up). I took on some extra fluids and set off up the hill. 6 miles to go!!

The Finish

The climb was tough enough for the first few miles – not ridiculously steep but pretty constant. I just kept running. At the final stile of the day (there are loads on the route) you can see along the valley to the final climb. With the weather getting worse it looked pretty bleak, but at least I could finally see my last obstacle. Just before the final climb I looked behind to see if I could see anyone following. It looked pretty clear so it was heads-down and keep moving (again). I saw a couple of people ahead and they gave me a real lift just as my legs were burning. Told me I was doing well and with that to focus on I could see that the crest wasn’t too far away. It was quite a feeling to get to the top.  I could just about see the hotel at the bottom through the clouds and rain. The first part was steeper than I wanted so was pretty sore on the quads. It was muddy and slippy too so I tried not to push too hard just in case. When I reached the grass however I really let rip and started to tear down the hill, and just as I passed some walkers I could hear a piper playing – was that the race finish? I was running on air at this point and I couldn’t help whooping and shouting as I flew down the hill. All seemed like it wasn’t actually happening. I could see a figure 150m from the bottom – looked like my Dad, it was, and for a second I thought about picking him up on the way past! Gerrrrrin! For a minute I then thought maybe I wasn’t actually leading – no-one had specifically said to me that I was…..*gulp*

One final gate and I could see the finish line 50m in front of me. It looked like they were holding a line / tape across – I must actually be winning this thing! As you can imagine I was absolutely thrilled, my amazing support team were whooping and shouting as much as I had been and I crossed the line on a total high, feeling as strong as I did at the start. I think I hugged everyone that was standing there and they all appeared to be really happy for me. I thanked Karen and the marshalls for the wonderful race they had put on, I took on some recovery fluids and after some more chat headed for a shower. As I walked through the hotel with my bag, people congratulated me – almost felt embarrassed about it as I don’t like fuss but I did feel pretty chuffed inside that finally I had some kind of small reward for the hard work I’ve put in on training. I know I’ve a long way to go and a lot of hard work to do to even get close to some of the talented ultra runners we have in Scotland / UK but on that painful 2 ½ hour drive home, for once I’ll admit to feeling happy that I’d at least given a decent performance.

I checked my phone / twitter on the way home and was totally overwhelmed by the kind words / messages I received from family and friends (many of whom I’ve never met in the flesh –friends that is, I’ve met my family already ;)). That and the pride I saw in my family like I’ve never seen before, means I’ll keep pushing on in training and will be back again trying my hardest at an ultra event near you!

Hey, at Christmas maybe I’ll even share a drink with you from my Cateran Trail Ultra friendship cup 😉

Paul 🙂

Thanks again to everyone involved in this fantastic event, Karen and her team, the super-friendly runners, the staff at the Spittal of Glenshee Hotel (including the piper!!) and most of all my amazing support team (the ones that were there on the day and those at the end of a phone). Top job!!

I’d also like to say a huge thank you to @GlasgowOsteo who’s treatments always manage to keep me moving – he does have evil hands though.

Race site write-up

Official race results

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29 responses

  1. Sandra

    Massive well done Paul, you looked very comfortable through our checkpoints. Your family were lovely and so excited when I told them you were going to win this (before you arrived at last cp!)

    May 31, 2011 at 9:31 am

    • Thank you so much Sandra – I had a cracking day (as did my family).

      Hopefully see u at some more races this year 🙂

      Paul

      May 31, 2011 at 6:21 pm

  2. This was a great read, and a great race! Many congratulations. Kirsten 🙂

    May 31, 2011 at 9:40 am

    • Thanks again Kirsten 😉

      May 31, 2011 at 6:21 pm

  3. Super duper .. your a race machine dude !!! a flying scotsman !! your modest and attitude towards your sport is amazing .. your an ambassador for ultra 🙂 Ill never win anything but I get it ,just loving being out there and giving your all …………
    your lovign it and winning it !!!!!!! get innnnnnnn !!!

    May 31, 2011 at 9:48 am

    • You’re the machine mate. You’ve been a huge inspiration. Can’t wait to finally get a chance to run with you – it would be an honour

      May 31, 2011 at 6:24 pm

  4. Hey Dude your modesty is quite humbling, you mentioned that it was unlikely some of the other talented ultra runners knew you, well they all know you now Paul 🙂 BOOOOOM! you’re pretty talented yourself you know, leave it to me and Mark we’ll sing your praises seeing as you’re too shy 😀

    May 31, 2011 at 11:00 am

    • You are too kind with your comments mate – it’s very much appreciated though!!

      …..oh, and thanks for making me laugh so much on twitter 😀

      May 31, 2011 at 6:26 pm

  5. Marco Consani

    Hey Paul,

    Fantastic race and report. Well done to you. You are coming on leaps and bounds recently and certainly deserve the win.

    Marco

    May 31, 2011 at 11:31 am

    • Thanks a lot Marco – that really means a lot coming from you.

      Hopefully I’ll get a chance to join one of your Kilpatrick runs this year!

      Thanks again for the message,

      Paul

      May 31, 2011 at 6:29 pm

  6. jo

    good post. Brought it all back. It was a super day, never to be forgotten. Well done son. x

    May 31, 2011 at 11:34 am

    • Was a team effort Mum x

      June 1, 2011 at 5:33 am

  7. Lilacswizzle

    Tears again boy. You were in the zone on the day and whether you win, lose, just take part or do nothing at all, I’ll always be proud of You. Your my brother and thats all that matters. X

    May 31, 2011 at 11:39 am

    • Are u going soft? Lol
      Thank you so much for all your support – means everything.

      X

      June 1, 2011 at 5:34 am

  8. alterrain

    Congratulations Paul. Must be amazing to win a race. Nice one.

    May 31, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    • Thanks a lot!

      June 1, 2011 at 5:32 am

  9. Great recap – what a wonderful day for you, you should be so proud 🙂

    May 31, 2011 at 3:00 pm

    • Was a super day – was very lucky.

      Thanks a lot,

      Paul 😉

      June 1, 2011 at 5:35 am

  10. abers

    Congratulations on your race win and a fantastic report. I run myself (although nothing like the distances you cover!) and much of what you wrote struck a cord.

    Good luck with the training and here’s to many more future successes.

    June 1, 2011 at 9:25 am

    • Thank you so much for your comment!

      U run pretty regularly?

      😉

      June 1, 2011 at 8:56 pm

      • abers

        Run and race for my local club, but am more of a track man. The distances you talk about are mind boggling to me, but I can certainly empathise with the feelings of exhilaration and achievement you talk about. Am looking forward to your next race report!

        June 2, 2011 at 8:54 am

  11. Nitnat

    Uuuuhhhhhhhh brings a wee tear to my eye reading thro this, u done so well I’m very proud of u, can’t wait for ur next win 😀 xxxxx

    June 1, 2011 at 7:59 pm

  12. Flip

    Well done , i watched you finish anhd you looked fresh and well. Excellent report on an excellent race.

    June 1, 2011 at 10:10 pm

    • Thanks a lot! That’s really kind and very much appreciated 😉

      June 2, 2011 at 6:53 am

  13. Jen

    Wow, wow, wow. Loved your race report and am so bloody impressed that you ran this, let alone won it! Fan-bloody-tastic, well done Paul, muchos kudos.
    Good luck this weekend, I hear you really have gone crazy and are going for a 95’r. Nuts. Good luck, will be watching out for the reports. Remember, vas on the danglies. Big love, Jen dR xxx

    June 15, 2011 at 11:09 pm

    • Uuuh, thanks so much for your message Jen! Lovely to hear from you 🙂

      Hope you and family are well.

      Will let you know how it goes
      Xxx

      June 16, 2011 at 6:53 pm

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  15. Bit late in getting to this, but worth the wait. As others have said, a very humble write up of an extraordinary achievement. Inspiring stuff!

    July 13, 2011 at 8:48 am

    • Thanks a lot mate! Very kind 🙂

      July 18, 2011 at 10:09 pm

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