Walking out of Glasgow in a kilt
By DiscoverGlasgowOrg, May 4 2014 10:20PM
First of all a big well done to all the pink-clad runners in the Glasgow Race For Life today, who had to put up with the grim Weegie fog. I could not believe it had only been a mere seven days since myself and some friends took part in the Glasgow Kiltwalk 2014, starting at the Hydro and finishing on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. I imagine it will be a while before I attempt that marathon length again, but the walk took us mostly along the scenic cycle route, which I heatily recommend.
Those involved in the kiltwalk, not only the 6000 walkers but also the back office staff and those along the way supporting us, were in high spirits, especially when we reached Yorkhill Hospital. The hospital and MediCinema inside were our chosen charity, and it was great before we had even left the city to be reminded on why we were setting out on such an epic trek. The children were outside greeting us or waving from the windows.
What I do wish is that the starting route through the city had been met by more pomp and circumstance, in the same way the London Marathon is for example. Londoners are out in full force, clapping and cheering on the runners. We passed by locals out for a morning stroll, letting them know whay we were all wearing kilts, and to please donate, but I wish it was something the city as whole could get behind, especially now having walked the distance.
And what a distance. It's hard to think in an age of cars, trains, and buses, that people would actually walk from place to place, those who could not afford a horse and cart or even a bycycle in the 19th Century (a thought that struck my mind when we passed the massive Bicycle Statue on the Clydebank Canal). It was about then, just before the half-way point, that the pains and aches began to reveal themselves, offset by the free crisps and cakes being handed out by volunteers.
The walk headed west, all the way out to Dumbuck,along the canal for the most part, joined by ducks and swans. Once we left the waterside, we passed through tunnels that would not be out of place in an episode of The Walking Dead! When we finally reached the single-figure mile markers, we were tired and sore, but the community spirit of the kiltwalkers is a power to behold. People like to keep their own pace, and some people do it alone. But if someone was sat by the route alone, or having problems with blisters, not only were there the excellent first aiders cruising around on bikes, but we all made sure everyone was okay, having a chat and sharing sweets.
By the time we reached the 1 mile marker, it was nearly 9 hours since we had left Glasgow. Our feet were sore, our skin was burned from the intermittent sun, and our bodies were craving calories. Thankfully there was a burger and a pint waiting at the finish line, but that last mile was possibly the hardest, made slightly easier by residents of Balloch shouting in support from their windows.
I hope to do it again next year, and when I do, I hope more of the city is aware of what is happening, when, and most importantly why, so they can come and support such a great cause and a great day. I have left my donation page open, so if you would like to donate even a couple of pounds, it would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks for reading,
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