![]() We ascend above the trees and the High Route levels out, the trail forming an undulating ribbon in front of us, with views of Loch Ness below and to our right, snowy peaks to our left. My feet are light as air, even if my thighs are closer to concrete. The shoes are incredibly light for a trail shoe, and my Day Three legs are grateful. On each footstrike I can feel the rush of blood and my core temperature rising. I smile and run harder, warmth returning to my toes as they flex and bound over puddles and rocks. They naturally connect to and respond to the trail. The trail is a mix of packed dirt, rocky steps, and fresh mud, and my MQM Flex light hikers come into their own here: a hybrid between a trail shoe and a responsive runner, with gentle lugs that grip the loose terrain perfectly, but allow enough motion for my feet to run with full freedom of movement. The wooden sign points towards the High Route, which takes on a literal meaning as the path rises like a wall in front of us. Part of me wishes we could have stayed all day in the warm café at Drumnadrochit where I had tried to warm up over two coffees, but I know that there’s only one thing for it: I need to get running. I pull my gloves on and grip my trekking poles tightly to stimulate blood flow to my fingers. My clothes are wet and it’s too cold outside for them to dry. I’m frozen to the core – teeth chattering, lips blue. Written by Jenny Tough // Photography: Kelvin Trautman
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