Now I Can Piss Without It Stinging
I’m in a bed and breakfast tonight. An actual bed and breakfast. Not one of those Airbnbs. I got brought tea, orange and cake by the hosts and I’ve been treated with more respect by this old couple than I probably ever deserve.
Why is it then that I want to leave them a 1 star review saying that they kept me up all night with the happy moans?
This is what I fight with on a daily basis.
I started this morning with 2 litres of Yazoo as I’m struggling to eat enough at the moment. I wish I could have those Nachos I bought in Lands End again for every meal. Food just doesn’t appeal to me.
I left Boscastle at about 11am after checking out of the hostel at 10am. I delayed the run as much as possible to try to give myself 12 hours of actual recovery time. I haven’t been struggling with blisters or cramps. It’s all been stupid shit.
- Day 1 – sunburn
- Day 2 – my fall at Newquay
- Day 3 – hydration issues caused by stupidity.
- Day 4 – hydration issues caused by a lack of pubs and shops in the area immediately east of Boscastle.
The running today was great in terms of the paths and roads. No traffic. Narrow B roads. Sunny as hell. Just nowhere to buy any water or food and I don’t bring any with me as there has always been somewhere to buy supplies. My tactic is to start my GPS watch at a restaurant and then stop it at another one. Or at a BnB.
That obviously has to change now otherwise I’ll end up drinking my own piss in the Highlands like that wanker Grylls only instead of prospering I’ll be sucking up the dregs of my Frosty Jack’s intake as a student. Die of lead poisoning. Or futility.
I made it across my first county line today. It felt like an achievement and hopefully soon I’ll be knocking off counties like anything.
One day at a time and one County at a time or something like that.
I’m resting in this bed and breakfast and it has been a good day. I don’t know how these people make a profit. The service is amazing. The old man offered to take me down to the local pub that’s 5 miles away. That’s the part of Britain I’m in at the moment. In a place called Holsworthy, Devon. So remote.
By the way I finally found hydration in a farm shop directly outside this awful shithole hamlet called Maxworthy. I bought 2 litres of what turned out to be diet cola and 2 litres of water and drank both in 10 minutes. Just like magic.
Now I can piss without it stinging.