By admin on
18/06/2005
Desperate to fill another weekend, and thereby delay the inevitable and embarrassing swim rescue in my first Triathlon, I took part in the Lowe Alpine Mountain Marathon (LAMM) on the 18th/19th June 2005. The race is a two-day event that is always based in Scotland at a location which remains a secret until the day before. The event entails a team of two navigating between set control points over mountainous terrain carrying enough sustenance and equipment for two days' competition and an overnight camp. The onus is clearly on travelling 'light and fast', but after a lap of Richmond park the week before with my rucksack on, my bleeding shoulders and aching knees were not really entering into the spirit of things.
I flew up to Glasgow on the Friday night where we (Myself and teammate Mary) were to meet a coach that was to take us to Oban, the location that had been revealed as the start the day before. Spirits were high, and stories were being swapped between competitors of tales of various heroic achievements ('Box Hill?- that's not a hill..etc'). Suitably intimidated, we arrived at Oban in the obligatory rain and, as a 'twist', were herded onto a Ferry which took all the 700 or so teams competing to the Isle of Mull. Base tent pitched, and a bowel of Chilli Lentils eaten, went to sleep (not a theme of the weekend) at about 1am.
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