Starting My Lands End To John O Groats Challenge
This was shortly after the breakfast buffet in the hotel. I always feel overwhelmed by the food choices ordinary people make for breakfast. Someone was eating yoghurts. For breakfast. All I could think was “you fucking glutton”. Then I remembered I had an entire tray of 22 Guylian seashells for breakfast before I went to Paddington yesterday. 1348 calories.
The hotel last night was amazing and I actually had a pleasant dream for once.
I’ve put my speakers in my backpack now and turn them up to full when I’m out running. You will likely hear me before you see me when I’m out on the road. I’ve been subjecting West Cornwall to Nirvana and the Sex Pistols. It’s really helping me move!
I set out at 9am and tried to run to St Ives which is 18 miles away from Lands End. I got as far as a place called Zennor and had this for lunch. Coke and Cornish ice cream. I’ve had much worse.
When I tried to start running again I had this acute ache in the flat bit of my foot. It disappeared when I got moving and it isn’t a problem now but I’m obviously at the point where I’m concerned about what my body can take.
The road from Zennor to St Ives was hilly as hell but beautiful. I love hills now. I try not to fight them. I want to get over hills at any cost and the worst thing I can do is to charge up them and get annoyed with myself when I start to struggle.
I carried on as far as some shitty dual carriageway, went to a pub for some Coke and Kettle Crisps and ran all the way to Portreath.
I did 55km today which is one km less than the first half of London 2 Brighton. Happy with that. I’ve been using hate as running fuel. Mainly the disappointments of Isle Of Wight and to a certain extent London 2 Brighton.
Concerned for tomorrow. Will I be able to run at all? Should I take it easy and just go to Newquay? I’m aiming for 5 hours of running a day. At the speed I run that’s about 40km a day. If I break that up into 3 or 4 runs it becomes even easier.
Hoping for another happy day tomorrow. My legs aren’t screaming but they aren’t happy either..