LEJOG Recap, Refresh, Re-Energise – Day 4 – Devon or Las Vegas
The toll of the 42 miles was high from yesterday so I booked my accommodation in the morning this time. I was going to be staying in a B&B just inside Devon. If I took a direct route it’d only be 20 miles.
I had a litre of chocolate milk and orange for breakfast. My appetite was weak and the hill out of Boscastle is fucking brutal. Before I left the hostel a couple stopped me and asked if I was the crazy runner who had to run 17 miles to get to the hostel otherwise he’d be sleeping on the village green for the night. I asked them if I looked like a runner and they left me alone.
Fortunately, today was largely downhill after Boscastle.
My refuelling strategy was exposed as totally shitty by the midpoint of my run. There were no towns or villages around me. I couldn’t even find streams to drink out of. I hadn’t taken enough water in that morning and I was struck by this bizarre euphoria just as I went to piss in a wood and it came out cola coloured which really fucking freaked me out.
I stood outside a church for an hour in a place called Maxworthy and considered my options. Much to my shame, I went around the back of many of the buildings in the village checking to see if I could find a tap that I could lie down under and drown myself with a while but it wasn’t to be. I had to either carry on moving and risk charcoal piss or die in someone’s barn in North Cornwall as their sordid little plaything.
You can tell how remote I was with the relive run at the bottom of this post. I don’t pass through any settlements whatsoever. It was fucking crazy and scary!
Luckily I found an open farm shop just on the border with Devon and stayed there for drinks and food. This was to be the last time I let my piss get to that colour. From then on I forced myself into drinking 2 litres of water just before I left each day. It made for some seriously urgent pisses on B-Roads across Britain but at least it put a very abrupt ending to my Death Metal urine.
5 miles of running later and I made it to the border village of North Allerton where I took a short break in a bus shelter and then finally made it into Devon itself. The rest of the journey was non-eventful. I took it easy on all of the roads and showboated a little waving at cars, quite the opposite to Goonhavern where I was wanting to use my body as a projectile against every cunt out there.
The B&B was on a beautiful farm and the owners kept threatening to take me down to the local pub for dinner. I just wanted to stay indoors and watch TV for the night and they finally left me alone to their biscuits and Devon tea.
Despite my demonic dark piss earlier in the day, this was the first day that felt easy and I was beginning to believe that it might be possible to complete this. It was amazing just watching TV and I even did some planning for the day that lay ahead.