The evening we arrived we went for a small walk below the local forested hill that has a ruin of small castle on top, as soon as I saw it I knew that I would have to run up to it the next morning, it just called out to me, overriding any notion of keeping up my rest period. Since doing the Lochalsh Dirty 30 back at the start of June I had not run, instead resting my injured left foot that I've struggled with Metatasalgia (forefoot pain) since mid March. The rest had marginally reduced the discomfort, but nearly four weeks of no running just hadn't fixed it. I couldn't keep the rest up, I had the Devil O'Highlands 42 mile ultra to prepare for and only a month of training to cramp in before it, and oooh the hills and trails just begged to be explored.
The first morning I awoke at sunrise before the family awoke and headed out while the air was still a "cool", cool being 22 degrees, 10 degrees cooler than afternoon temperatures. I was right away reward with a great view from the terrace on the roof, with a view of first part of the hill I'd be running up to right.
|7am and sunrise from roof-top terrace in Alfuir|
|F-Lite 232 in glorious sunrise colours, lit by the sunrise|
|View from summit down to Alfuir in the foreground and Rotova in the foothills on the opposite side of the Valley|
|View looking south (left), west (middle) through to north (right)|
This first short run took just 30 minutes but gave a great taster of what treats I had in store. My foot held up well and was only a little sorer after the run than before, pretty encouraging given just how minimal the F-Lite's are and how stony and unforgiving the trails was. I was one very happy bunny to back running and to have new playground to explore.
I have plenty more photo's of the different routes I explored on my holiday, it's great looking back over these now that I'm home, there are too many to fit in just one post so I'll post over the next few days.