I Am In Edinburgh
Start – Innerleithen, Scotland
Finish – Edinburgh, Scotland
I started with a 6 mile run to Peebles. It was a shitty run into traffic and beeps but I had a good rest. Nachos for lunch did the trick. If you’re in Great Britain I thoroughly recommend getting the Greene King nachos. Always good.
One of the more difficult elements of this is starting again once I’ve stopped running. I need to stop for food and drink and the mental challenge of setting off is difficult to overcome. I try to con myself into it. I think only of the first few steps and try to ignore what’s ahead of me for today.
The next 10 miles from Peebles to just outside Penicuik were a bit joyless. Mostly ran on a road without a footpath. I tried to be patient but I got into a bit of a confrontation with a bus driver 9 miles in. He started beeping and I stepped over to the side of the road. He kept beeping so I shouted “where the fuck do you want me to go then you daft cunt?”. I’m not helping myself by acting like this but I feel like I need to stand up for myself. I’m running for charity but I need some form of dignity. I don’t have many more days to run. I need to remind myself of this. I am not being a very good ambassador for a mental health charity if I’m barking at fuckers like a dog. Only adds to the stigma really.
I stopped for lunch and had a mediocre knickerblocker glory and some Coke pints. It’s the only bad dessert I’ve had so far.
I enjoyed the last run the most. It took me from Penicuik to Edinburgh City Centre and it was all on footpaths. No stress. All about moving forward and relaxing. I had an angry moment when my speakers dropped out of my bag onto the road with some of my clothes. I’d forgotten to zip it over at the last rest stop and it drove me crazy as it made me think I’d been casting clothes and valuables all along the road. An angry wee trail of destruction. This shit fucks with my mind.
I made it to Edinburgh at about 7pm in a much better condition than yesterday. My problem tonight is that I’m doing my laundry so I haven’t got a fucking stitch to wear until the cycle has finished and by then the restaurant will be closed. Fuck it. I’ll have a big breakfast. I can’t wait to return to the real world of jeans. It’s difficult not to look imbalanced when you storm around cities wearing nothing but shorts, t-shirt and a running belt.