Made It To Weston-super-Mare
Start – Sampford Brett, Somerset
Finish – Weston-super-Mare, North Somerset
I wasn’t looking forward to the run today as it was 34 miles to Weston-super-Mare and I knew that would involve around 7 hours of running.
The weather forecast for was to be really shitty and although it rained for the first two hours of my running it quickly got better.
The first bit was along a busy A road and from the start I was in a bad mood. I missed my turn in to a lane Google Maps suggested and I had to retrace my steps which was very frustrating as running 34 miles is difficult enough without getting lost.
Once I found the lane the climb started up into the Quantocks. I wasn’t prepared for hills so I had to put all of my energy into getting to the top.
But I made it.
I stopped in Bridgewater to get my nipples sorted out in Boots. I bought some Lanolin and am convinced this is some kind of miracle cure. My nipple pain is all gone.
I hated Bridgewater. I came to find the Wetherspoon where they found the rat but had no joy. I had to make do with an Oreo Krushem from KFC for a recovery drink.
From Bridgewater I had 18 miles to run to get to Weston-super-Mare. All of that distance was on A Roads too so I was daunted by the prospect. I fucked things up early by taking a wrong turn towards the M5 motorway and had to turn back which really fucking annoyed me.
Fortunately there was a pavement for most of the road meaning I could just concentrate on running and not on dodging tractors and lorries.
This makes such a fucking difference. I’ve spent so much of this journey getting angry at motorists and it is an unwanted distraction. I just want to get to where I’m going.
Whenever I get too agitated I stop at a bar and buy some food and try to regroup. Tonight I had a burger and chips in a place called The Anchor just outside Weston-super-Mare. It was pretty good.
The biggest struggle I’m having at the moment is a mental one. At night time I panic about having to run again for such long distances tomorrow. I wake up and it starts all over again. That’s why I’m trying to focus only on the run I’m doing at the moment. If I’m not running then there is no need to think about it.
Ran just over 37 miles in total today. I did well to recover from getting lost twice. In previous years I’d have melted down and refused to continue. Doing this challenge self-supported is difficult as I’m responsible for taking the right routes whilst running along busy roads. It’s stressful and I’m doing my best with it. Getting angry with myself doesn’t help.