Arrived In Brighton. I Came For The Hills And Then The Thrills
In Brighton tonight and I’m staying by the seafront. I made the mistake of getting the longer train down which stops at all of the tourist resorts on the south coast. Was starting to cramp up as I couldn’t get a seat for the first part of the journey down to Gatwick. Had to sit on the floor like a wanker.
Didn’t get into the hotel until after dark.
Ran up around the Racecourse where the 100km from London ends. Some nice fucking hills. I need to run up to Ditchling Beacon whilst I’m here. It’s the last major hill in the London 2 Brighton course and it’s the one everyone complains about. Some training on it away from an event would be good.
Great to get away from London for a bit.
The noise and the pace is too much for me. I just want to tell everyone to shut the fuck up when I’m there now. I’ve been in London for 3 years and I’m seriously thinking of moving if I could find the ideal job elsewhere. Sure, the grass is always greener on the other side but I need my own place to live. I can’t do house mates. I’m becoming really unfriendly. At first I gave people courtesy waves and feigned smiles.
Now I’m just an angry obnoxious cunt and it’s not fair on other people. I’ve gotta man up and get my own place. I’m not fucking paying £1500 a month to live in London. I can’t see me going back to Belfast. I’ve got hope now. Hope is a dangerous thing to have back home. With the political situation being how it is there the hope turns into cynicism and you just go back to trying to fucking survive in conservative funland and that’s not what I want anymore.
I’m very happy tonight. Lovely run to make it up to 80km/50 miles for the week. This is what a shitty week looks for me these days.
Hardly lives up to last weeks 93 miles but I think I was just a little bit burnt out from all that running.