Best Day Of Lejog So Far
Start – Edinburgh, Scotland
Finish – Glenfarg, Scotland
Best day yet for running. I ran 38 miles today on mostly quiet roads and trails. It felt so easy. The weather was perfect too. It’s definitely been the best day of this trip, even though I had to follow a path that went past a sewage plant.
I also ran over the Forth Bridge which was great. I could feel the call of the void on it. I had one of those “what if I get hit really fast by a cyclist here?” moments. Deeply unsettling.
I had a negative encounter inside a bar in Cowdenbeath. I went in for a Coke and a packet of Golden Wonder crisps and immediately I could feel the eyes on me. Was waiting for the banjos to start playing at any minute.
This one guy was talking at me as soon as I walked in but I honestly hadn’t a fucking clue what he was saying.
His accent was difficult to decipher and he seemed to have alcoholic wet brain. His words sounded like Norwegian played backwards. He was being aggressive too.
I picked the stool furthest away from him at the bar but sadly he kept on making these horrific fucking noises with his mouth. I stared at the bartender hoping she would provide some ad-hoc translations but I was out of luck.
The only words I could make out were “Big man”. At least I think it was Big Man. Maybe he just wanted the McDonald’s sandwich.
He wouldn’t leave me alone. I’d no interest in engaging with him as it would have meant paying attention to him. He spoke like Rab C Nesbitt on donkey tranquilisers.
He started on this impassioned rant at me. I wasn’t even looking at him at this point. There was nothing to gain from talking to him. I’d have more luck communicating with Belarusian farmers deep in their motherland than him.
I got up off my stool and walked out. He followed me. I smashed open my bag of crisps and just started running whilst I could hear him shouting “Big Man” in the distance. I was trying not to spill crisps in case he decided to follow the crumbs like it was the fucking Yellow Brick Road.
He’s probably still in that bar now talking about the Big Man in yellow who wouldn’t have the banter with him. I just wanted a drink. Hard to tell if he was after a fight or a fuck. Quite possibly both.