Billed as the UK’s toughest off-road run, is Rat Race’s extreme event on the Scottish borders as bad as it makes out? No – it’s worse.
I am in a real-life version of the Blair Witch Project. Snot is streaming down my face; my breath has turned into short, panicked gasps; and barring about a metre’s visibility from my headtorch, the woodland around me is pitch black and unnervingly quiet. I want to cry – but I’m afraid the tears will freeze my eyes in their sockets. There’s no time for tears, anyway.
The Mighty Deerstalker Expose – Road Trip Part One.
Occasionally I’m prone to having a moment of madness. I’ll have a stupid idea and then need somebody in my life to slap me around the face and say “Pete, stop being a dick. What are you thinking?”
Actually, to be fair, I do have somebody like that in my life – my Mum – but, of course, when I came up with my latest brainwave I didn’t call her. I spoke to a group of people who are maybe even crazier than I am.
The Mighty Deerstalker…
By Life and Lifting
Innerleithen. A tranquil, small town in the Borders. Nestled in a quiet valley, surrounded by some of the most picturesque scenery Scotland has to offer. Someone described it yesterday as the ‘heartbeat of mountain biking’ in Scotland. But for one night a year it plays host to the Mighty Deerstalker.This is without a doubt the hardest physical and mental challenge I have faced.
It is described as ‘probably’ the hardest off-road-Tweed-clad-pipe-lit-plus-four-and-headtorch-wearing run that exists. And it doesn’t disappoint. At all.
The Mighty Deerstalker 2016
By Richard Wright
Today I feel like I’ve been beaten up by men with sticks. Tweed-clad men, with fire-hardened walking sticks. Dozens of tweed-clad men dancing about in the Scottish Borders doing a weird, howling dance and thrashing me with their fire-hardened walking sticks.
It’s supposed to be one of the toughest off-road obstacle type races in the UK. Having never attempted any of the other ones I can’t really speak to that. I can say that it’s been put together by gibbering, sadistic lunatics. I’ve never met them, obviously, but I’ve now tasted the fruit of their madness.