Choosing the right path

Sorry for being a day late with my blog.  I've been so tired with my training that I deferred it a day so I could eat my body weight in food and relax after a hard day in the mountains, again!  My weight is at my lowest and I think I'll be on the cake diet until the race to try and get some pounds on! 
The focus last week was on getting ready for a long day in the mountains on Friday and again on Sunday.  We've also had the benefit of sunny weather but that in itself presents some challenges which I'll come onto.
After a big weekend in the mountains there was no rest.  On Monday I completed a 26km road run, Tuesday 2 x 12km (am/pm) with gym on Wednesday, 10km road run Thursday and gym.  On Friday I headed up to Glen Feshie near Aviemore and completed a solo mountain trip of 27km with 1,379m of ascent.  The OS app on my phone is critical and I found my way to the first summit without a problem.  There was even a stream running near the top so I stopped to refill my bottles as I couldn't be certain when the next one would be.  There is nothing like fresh, cold water taken from a mountain stream.  The temperature was rising and I'd taken the precaution of wearing my desert hat to protect the back of my neck and obviously P20 sun cream.  The problem with the once a day sun cream is everything sticks to it and you come off the mountain filthy.
The views were amazing and the plateau at the top was very expansive - that's when the path disappeared!  You'd be on the path for a while then come to a bog and can't find one out the other side and boulder fields presented the same challenge.  I took great care to try and always have some landmarks to keep me right but on the way down I obviously detoured off the summit at a slight angle and was beginning to panic, although I could see my position on the OS map, when I eventually saw the landmark that I had observed on the way out.  I had a fabulous descent running at a good pace all the way back to the car - I like that kind of finish.  It was a long day with 6 hours of travelling and almost 5 hours in the mountains.
On Saturday it was another gym session.  Sunday I was up at 5am and off for my final day in the mountains.  My destination was Kinlochleven and the Mommore Mountains, 18km and 1,500m of ascenting, so another 5.5 hours of driving and 4.5 hours of running/hiking.  Coming through Glencoe in the early morning it was completely clagged in but when I got to Kinlochleven it was blue skies.  On running in there was some low cloud across the loch and I got one of my best pictures of the day.
Getting to the 1st summit involved some boulder fields and off course, no paths.  It also meant I needed to do some scrambling and rock climbing which had my heart racing (don't look down, don't look down!).  I was admiring the magnificent view at the top when a climber/runner came up the other side - this was the first person I'd seen all day.  So after a brief chat, Lizzie and I headed down a very narrow path with drops on both sides which again was challenging me.  But as an experienced climber she went first - it was though she'd been sent to look after me!  We diverted off my route so I had company and summited another couple of peaks.  The time flew by as we shared stories about races past and future and she enjoyed the company too having been wild camping in the mountains the day before - maybe try that next year to get better access to some of the mountains.
Lizzie headed off in a different direction and immediately, I found myself aone with no path.  Michael had warned me about this an said I'd just to head straight down the mountain - that takes time and is a real leg workout so I was glad when I got to the path at the bottom.  I followed the path on my OS map when I realised it was not going to finish where my car was parked.  Time to go off piste.  I followed some land rover tracks in the general direction but they quickly disappeared and I ended up plowing through ferns up to my shoulders for about a km and then wading through a river.  But I did wash myself down and drink pints of the fresh water before finding my way back onto a path that led me to my car.
It seams that while going solo in the mountains all I have done is search for paths.  I've now come to the conclusion there are many paths you can take but it's about understanding where you are in the bigger picture that matters.  My confidence is growing and now I understand my maps on my watch and phone I'm less likely to panic.  I've completed some "hairy" challenges in the last few weeks and while it's not going to make me a mountaineer, it will get me out of tricky situations although I will do my best to avoid them.
The paths between now and URR which starts two weeks today will be much clearer and I hope you will follow my progress.  I'll publish details on how you can track me nearer the time but for now, thanks for your support.  Now to finalise my shopping for the race, food, equipment, gear - that's got to be the best bit!!