LEJOG Recap, Refresh, Re-Energise – Day 3 – Surprise Myself With 42 Miles
I was limping to start with on the morning out of Newquay. Coupled with more hills to start the day it was not looking promising at all.
In terms of breakfast, I had pizza crusts and fuck all else. I didn’t want to wait about for another great mental reckoning to begin. Usually a man’s worst doubts come when he’s balls deep in a breakfast buffet. Getting into and staying in motion was all that mattered.
Whenever I could feel a bad mood forming I tried to zone out as much as possible and disassociate from any of the thoughts. I moved forward and within an hour of starting, I almost felt renewed entirely and began to enjoy the sensation of running.
I got a half marathon in before stopping for Slush Puppies in Padstow.
I took a 2 hour break and pretended I was on holiday. I didn’t care about how long it was going to take to get across the country. If I spent 5 weeks enjoying myself as opposed to 4 weeks in misery then that was a victory in my eyes.
I was finding it easier to start jogging again after stopping for a while. This meant it was easier to rationalise everything in my head and break days down into 6 or 7 mile chunks to keep myself sane. The earlier I started running and the later I called it quits, the more I could spread out activity throughout the day, enjoy myself and reduce the risk of injury.
Unconsciously I’d made another fuckup by choosing to head in the direction of Padstow and not somewhere inland. The River Camel stood in the way of my progress up the coast towards Devon and instead of getting the ferry across it to Rock, I had to double back on myself inland towards a town called Wadebridge.
By this time the heat was getting unbearable. I hate warm weather running at the best of times but now I was feeling defeated for not doing any research before I started the day’s running.
I wanted to stop for the night in Wadebridge but couldn’t find any cheap hotels and there was only one Airbnb available. I scoured around for deals and found a youth hostel in Boscastle which was over 17 miles away. With 25 miles already ran it was a risky decision but felt I had no other choice.
After Wadebridge it was beginning to get remote. This meant there was viewer opportunities for food and water. Negativity wasn’t an option anymore if I wanted to survive. I got out of my own way for once. Tomorrow was none of my business. Success was linked with cautious optimism. I had to keep moving and to give myself the best chance of doing that I tried to enjoy what I was doing as much as possible. I was lucky to have the chance to do this run. Many people would’ve killed for the opportunity. I had to keep going.
Kindness of strangers.
I had no other choice but to stop anywhere there was food or drink available.
I stopped in the Pendogett Arms pub and asked for 4 pints of Coke. They poured me 1 glass and after I finished it refilled everything else totally for free. I had a chat with the people in the bar and everyone was friendly and encouraging as hell.
My final stop for the night was at Delabole Spar half an hour before sunset. I had nothing but Calippos as I was starting to feel ill.
I got to Boscastle at midnight and spent a further half an hour trying to locate the hostel. I was staying in a dorm with only one other guy and was that thirsty I drank out of the sink. Fuck all open at that time in the West Country, boys and needs must.
This was my best day to date and now I was within 20 miles of crossing the border to my first new county, Devon. Something that seemed almost impossible in Newquay.