In The Place With The Monster.
Start – Aviemore, Scotland
Finish – Inverness, Scotland
118 miles to go.
I started the day in Aviemore and therefore I awoke in a bad mood.
There isn’t anything in Aviemore. It’s a bollocks of a place. Not as bad as Selkirk but it is shite. Full of erratically moving tourist wankers.
I made the mistake of eating as much food as I could to try to boost my energy levels. This almost lead to me shitting myself in a pretty little place called Boat Of Garten.
‘Boat Of Garten’ sounds like something ‘profound’ I’d write down to read sober whilst in the middle of a magic mushrooms trip. Or the last panic stricken autocompleted text to the emergency services of a soon to be dead bastard when this situation arises.
I couldn’t shit outdoors as I was running through an area full of coniferous plants. I’ve yet to wipe my arse with a pine cone and I’ll be fucked if I start now.
The day picked up quite a bit as my stomach settled. It rained for a short while but I sat it out in a bus shelter like a sad homeless man.
I also climbed many hills. Rose up to about 405m before a great downhill stretch that lasted a few miles.
To finish the day off I had the choice of running on the A9 and saving myself 1.5 miles or taking a quieter route up the hills. I’m glad I took the latter option as I wouldn’t have taken this picture otherwise.
Just under 37 miles yesterday and the reason this post is late is that I’m fucking exhausted. Didn’t sleep well as I was staying in a hostel. Had a private room but was next door to a dorm of party bros. A shaternity. The type of party bros who go into the bathroom to brush their teeth with their shirts off and leave the door open just so ‘Girl look at dat body…. I work out!’
I’m only jealous. If I had that ripped physique I’d be flossing my balls in the scullery.
Every time I stay in a hostel I move to the right politically. I tried to check in with my debit card but they market themselves as a ‘cash only hostel’. What. Surely that’s gonna attract the heroin addicts with knives?
I had to walk down a spiral staircase to go to the ATM. I got my money, walked back up and the receptionist started clapping his hands in mock applause. Wanted to tell him to stuff his shitty fucking hostel up his arse but I didn’t wanna go back and sleep in the Boat Of Garten.
Hate all the fuckers all the time.
Taking it easier today. 17 miles.