Lock Ness Marathon 2024

 

Loch Ness Marathon 2024: The Journey to the Finish Line, Pauline Petitt

 

In June, I kicked off my marathon training with a tried and trusted plan from previous races. However, this time was different. Earlier in the year, I’d fallen ill, and my body wasn’t bouncing back the way it used to. I knew my approach had to change, especially after noticing irregularities in my heart rate.

 

I had always run based on pace, but this time, I let that go. I transitioned to heart rate training, aiming to stay at 155bpm, a pace I found comfortable for marathon running.

 

Throughout my training, Thanet Roadrunners were a huge support, especially during our Sunday Club runs. Conversations with experienced runners like Pam helped me sort out my fuelling strategy. My last club run was brilliant—everyone wished me good luck, and those words of encouragement stayed with me.

 

Before I knew it, race day arrived. We travelled 700 miles to Inverness, and it felt surreal. 10,000 runners gathered on Bught Park, Inverness. From there, we were taken by coach deep into the Highlands—chatting – all sharing the same goal. The journey itself felt like an adventure.

 

 

When we arrived at the start, the Scottish scenery took my breath away. The sun was rising over Loch Ness, and pipers led us to the starting line, followed by The Proclaimers’ “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” blasting out through the speakers, the atmosphere was electric.

 

Running the Loch Ness Marathon was truly unique. The route was hilly and challenging, but the stunning views made it worth it. I ran with my daughter Kylie and her friend Sonal. Along the way, we enjoyed friendly banter and even spotted a cheeky red squirrel several times. The last time I saw him was at the finish line, helping himself to a cup of Baxter’s soup!

 

 

The infamous “monster hill” appeared around mile 19—a gruelling two-mile climb. Surprisingly, I approached it with a calm mindset. Many runners were walking, which gave me time to chat and soak in the atmosphere before gearing up for the final stretch.

 

As I neared the finish, that last mile seemed endless, but the roar of the crowd kept me going. My legs screamed in protest, but I ran as fast as I could towards the finish line.

 

Crossing that line was an emotional moment. The marshals, especially those on bikes, were fantastic, offering support and encouragement throughout the race. I’m proud of my husband Bob who volunteered on race day as part of the finish line crew.

 

I loved every moment of this marathon—the stunning scenery, the camaraderie, and the sense of achievement.