LEJOG Recap, Refresh, Re-Energise – Day 2 – I Wish I Was In CARHARRACK-Fergus
Start – Portreath, Cornwall
End – Newquay, Cornwall
Daily Total – 28 miles
Total – 63 miles
I had nothing to eat and nothing was open in Portreath. It was a complete shit-show. I had no energy and made it my goal to run to Redruth so that I could get the train back to London.
Starting each morning was the worst part of the day. The more I listened to my mind, the less I wanted to move. I was to learn that the best way to keep moving forward was to do something to move forward. Kickstart. Get going. Stop thinking. Loosely aim for Scotland.
I stopped having breakfast a lot of the time in the place I was starting and promised myself a really quality brunch in the first place I arrived in. This worked well when such establishments existed but this was to prove to be a dangerous strategy the further remote I got.
My shitty mood soon dissipated by the time I was 5 miles into my first run of the day.
I got to Carharrack where I found a village stores and bought some Jaffa cakes and drinks that I consumed in a bus shelter. Glamourous.
Running in a straight line wasn’t to prove to be my greatest strength during this journey. The trip from Portreath across to Newquay took me South East closer at times to France and the Channel Islands than Scotland.
It started pissing down after I left Carharrack and I stopped at this tiny cafe for a Cornish Pastie in the next town St Agnes but it was no fun. Cornish people are incredibly friendly and I have a face on me that looks like it needs a shit. I was soaked with rain and sweat and people were jokingly asking if it was raining outside.
Desperately wanted to hose down their tables with my own piss and then proceed to an impromptu weather forecast.
To try to cheer myself up I booked a hotel for myself in Newquay. There was no way I could repeat the Sue experience from Portreath. In a hotel I could rest properly. My cheer lasted all of 3 minutes when I took a wrong turn out of St Agnes towards the cliffs. Have a look at my relive.cc run at the bottom of the post. You can almost TASTE the anger and confusion after I turn back on myself after St Agnes.
With ‘only’ half a marathon to go to Newquay I at least had a goal I knew I could hit. I hadn’t counted on the hills though.,
Cornwall is beautiful to run in but all of its resorts seem to be in valleys. Perranporth is a good example of this. You have to run down a hill to get into it and then out again up another bastard. It’s tiring. And when I tire I become angry. And when I’m running on hilly tourist roads with caravans who are giving me abuse I start to run with two hands up signalling frantically.
Perranporth was the most challenging part of the run as it involved running through the busy tourist streets and I couldn’t get into any flow whatsoever. The hill out absolutely killed me but I kept going until I stopped for the last time at the The New Inn, Goonhavern. I reflected on the fact I’d ran 56 miles in 2 days and that I only had 6 miles to go. I had some cake and Coke and moved on.
With only 3 miles to go to the hotel I was giddy with joy. I stopped focusing on my movements and I knocked myself slightly off-balance on the dual carriageway and went totally head over tits much to the amusement of passersby.
I jumped up just to pretend that I was in on the joke but I was seriously annoyed.
I hit Newquay and honestly felt like partying. It was a Friday. I was in a decent hotel in a tacky seaside resort. I had Dominos. My knee hurt but not enough for it to be a massive concern. All I had to do was get some rest and then try to make it to a pie shop 6 miles down the road to keep the dream alive tomorrow morning.
When I checked in at the hotel I asked the receptionist how far away I was from the new county Devon. When she told me it was about 60 miles more along the coast, my heart sank. I couldn’t possibly imagine completing another two days of this and still not being into the next county. It seemed impossible.
It wasn’t my goal to make it to the next county tomorrow. I simply had to start again and make it to the next pie shop.