Today is the 9th anniversary of me reaching John o’Groats and I have had numerous “9 years ago” reminders on Facebook over the past ten weeks. But that day was nowhere my favourite memory of walking. John o’Groats was one of the dankest places with almost nothing of any interest there. Even the lady in the small souvenir shop was very matter of fact as she signed and stamped my form. It was as if this was an everyday occurrence (maybe it was, for her) but she might have at least said congratulations or well done to me.
No, my favourite moment, by far, was finishing London2Brighton two years later. I was absolutely out on my feet for the final 5km of the 100km and the crowd at Brighton Racecourse gave me a brilliant ovation as I could barely put one foot in front of the other for the final few steps. The MC said something like, “this is what walking 100km through the night looks like” so I must have looked as tired as I was. I had to get Pammy to collect my case since I was struggling even to shuffle to the car. Thankfully, the two later ultra challenges that I completed were less painful and I was in a much better state at the end of each.
I wasn’t bothered about celebrating my LEJOG anniversary with a particularly memorable walk. A gentle morning through roads both main and side took me to coffee. I checked the distance and that made me chuckle inside. Many of you will have bought petrol and aimed to get an exact amount at the pump, and tried hard not to take the amount beyond, say, 20 pounds or 15 litres, say. It is really annoying then when the pump ticks a penny over. It is simply untidy. Today I reached Collingwood coffee at a really irritating 7.01 miles. I do vary where I break and it’s ok there but it always feels a bit dark. In terms of lighting, that is, not like the set of a 1940s film noir Hitchcock flick.
I had timed it well for the restart coincided with the early stages of Crystal Palace v West Ham on my radio. I didn’t care especially about the result, not having any players in my Fantasy Football team, and with both sides having sufficient points for me not to desperately want them to pull further away from the side at the bottom.
There really was not much of note in today’s walk. It was warm in the sun and chilly in the shade. Pretty low key without any spells of speed walking or even walking to any urgency whatsoever. The 5 grounds challenge next Saturday will be very similar in the first stage, starting early to allow a gentle pace over about 11 miles to reach the furthest ground from home before the first match commences. The later stages, by contrast, will resemble a time trial without quite knowing when I need to reach the different grounds – who knows at what time each match will finish. What I do know is that I will give myself a decent chance by kicking on as best as I can over those 14 miles or so.
19.64 miles today. Feeling a trifle leggy near the end but no great worries. My shoes and feet appear to have settled down and no after-effects other than the start of a bit of sole soreness, fairly normal at this sort of distance. A shower followed by a good old talcing and everything feels just a little better.