Making My Way Towards Edinburgh
Start – Bonchester Bridge, Scotland
Finish – Innerleithen, Scotland
Last night I was plagued by running dreams. I’m pretty certain my legs were swinging in my sleep. I woke up frustrated to find I was still in the same place as yesterday. I was making such good progress up Scotland. By dawn I was at Inverness and I was doing 28 minute half marathons.
I ran 32 miles today pretty comfortably but I started to chaffe in totally new areas because of the rain. I’m in a lot of discomfort and therefore bitchy. My clothes are sticking to my skin.
The hardest part of this challenge is running on roads when I’m tired and drivers are getting angry at me. They beep to tell me to get off the road but I’m only getting off the road when I’m dead. They all belong to the same endless mass of wankers who have shit tattoos in tribute to their dead aunt who died fighting for the Luftwaffe. I try to behave myself on the road. I keep as close as I can to the side. I wear high viz. All l can do is try to move forward and to be patient. I want to throw grenades into their open passenger window and get their shitty Magic Tree really swinging.
Today was a day of endless rain. This meant I got jokey comments from random Scotsmen in restaurants asking if it was raining outside. I ghosted them. It takes a lot of energy to feign laughter at bad jokes. I didn’t want to engage. To engage is to encourage. AA teaches you to be true to yourself which means you don’t have to go with bullshit. I just went into power off mode. It was only awkward for him. The joke was on me as I was the one that was wet.
I visited a place called Selkirk today. It is fucking depressing. The only thing I could think when I got into the town centre was ‘what have they done with the rest of the colours?”. Everything is grey and brown. It’s probably nicer when the weather is better but I can’t imagine by much. Probably worse than Dumfries. At least in the ugly parts of Glasgow you have a good chance of being stabbed out of your misery. In Selkirk people just stare at you like sad horses. These are my people. I recognise this misery. When I see aspects of myself in other people I tend to react negatively.
I was running away from Galashiels for most of today. This was a good thing. I seen what that place did to Johnny Davidson. That sad horse conservatism can ruin a man.