TBH youngster Leodhais MacPherson recently reached an important landmark in his young life… beating his dad in a race for the first time. Take it away Leodhais.
The Arisaig Highland Games have been held annually for years and years, they always take place on the last Wednesday of July.
My plan was to to out hard and try and shake the old man off. We stood like clansmen at the start line. The gun went off, the crowds cheered, the heavyweights stopped and the pipers cheered us on. I was approx 10 feet ahead of him and a couple of inexperienced runners went away like they were doing 100 metres but they soon died. 800 metres gone and I could feel the old fox breathing behind me. He was tracking my every move! I took a quick glance behind me only to see the huge highlander flying towards me with flailing limbs! I was hoping he would take me so I could bide my time sheltering from the wind. Shadowing his every move. 600m to go he took me on a tight corner, nudging me. The crowd gasped, he thought he had me, he thought I was slowing. However I only thrived on his dirty tactics, 200m to go I took him on the downhill part of the track! With a surge or pace I was making a move for home! 40m I could feel his breath on my shoulder! His long gargantuan stride becoming level with mine! Keep working, keep working, I thought to myself.