LEJOG Recap, Refresh, Re-Energise – Day 5 – Soaked in Great Torrington
Today I had my first cooked breakfast of the trip and it was to become a welcome tradition for when I stayed at B&B’s. Expensive, but well worth it. Just as I finished breakfast it began to rain outside and I stayed at the accommodation hoping for a change in the weather until they were close to telling me to fuck off.
I formulated a plan to treat the rest of the trip like a working week. I stopped dwelling on the total distance left to run and more on jogging for around 35 hours a week which would equate to around 175 miles in that time. This would allow me to keep sane and get across the UK before turning 40.
I further broke each day down into roughly three sections of 90 minutes of light jogging with long gaps for sightseeing if possible in between each run.
I tried to stay in a good mood but the moisture made my nipples bleed right through my coat. I was constantly wiping down my glasses so that I could see where I was going which made running on the road a little dangerous.
I only made 1 arranged stop today and that was in a place called Shebbear that had nothing in it apart from a pub and a store with Calippos which were swiftly bought. I learned about the Calippo fuelling strategy from the Eddie Izzard running documentaries. I thought it was a joke at first but it honestly makes sense to eat foods that you love otherwise you’ll struggle to eat anything.
In ultra-running, this translates to eating the foods that you devour before you’ve even finished unpacking the shopping.
From the beginning of the morning, I resolved to make this more of a rest day. The quicker I made my destination the longer I would have to recover for the next session and hopefully keep myself sane.
It was going well until I hit a village called Little Torrington and got lost around a church. I don’t know how many times I tried to find my way out of that churchyard but by the end, I think Jesus himself came out from behind the tombs and told me to chill the fuck out.
I made it to a pub in Great Torrington where I met more friendly locals who asked me which charity I was running for. When I told them that I was running for Mind one of them suggested that he recognised I had some form of brain injury.
Lovely compliment lads.
They bought me drinks so I didn’t care.
I arrived at my accommodation at the Puffing Billy Trading Co mid-afternoon only to discover that my phone wouldn’t switch on due to a combination of rain and my sweat. Luckily it turned back on after I left on the radiator for hours. It was invaluable for Google Maps. I can’t read normal fucking maps and hitting all of the local tourist shops just so I could buy maps of the local area was an absolute fucking no, no.
I couldn’t really relax until the evening. I had this feeling that I’d cheated myself by stopping early. I knew I had much more in the tank. Eventually, I was to learn that having reserves left in the tank was a good thing as it always made the next day that bit easier and I could channel this frustration into running further!