Day two and I set off before breakfast was being served at The Swan Inn in Lechlade. I managed to find my way out of the pub (having fretted in the night about being locked in) and back to the river to start a long day of running. On the plan was 30.5 miles, except it turns out I got that a bit wrong...
|Photos are blurry due to steamed up phone camera lens. Tough.|
A lot of the day's route was muddy, narrow path with invisible sides that are a couple of inches high. If you're walking, it's fine as you tend to put one foot literally in front of the other; when you're running you place your feet further apart (or at least I do). So, each placed foot is at an angle which varies step by step, putting large strain on your ankles.
|A friendly bit of path; an electric fence on only one side as opposed to that plus nettles on the other side.|
Fields came and went. Some with gates attached to nothing, just in case a farmer ever puts a fence in. The signage on this day was pretty darned good as well apart from right at the start where I ended up crossing over a bridge when I shouldn't have, but soon righted the error.
Having run a few ultras already, I had down pat the method of determining the route across a field. Scan for any of the following; a gate on the other side (preferably with round signs on it), animal tracks, human tracks, a worn path. Combine any of those and you're likely to be right.
|Where's the path?|
|Dry path at last!|
|Pretty nature reserve|
More miles came and went and I started to realise I'd under-estimated the mileage for today. I'd used Google Maps, which is pretty good until you start to modify a route it's given you beyond a certain number of alterations, at which point you're not allowed any more. So, today and, I think, day four had a lot of modifications which meant the estimated route diverged from the path by quite a bit. I'd thought the number of cut corners vs. extra wiggles made up for each other and that 30.5 miles was about right for today.
My TomTom Cardio watch ran out of battery at around 33 miles, by which time I'd had a bit of a melt-down and a cry. I'd started walking a lot more than 2 minutes in each 10 and had to keep my sunglasses on despite the gloomy light, just to cover up my runny eyes from the people walking the tow-path into and out of Oxford.
Another mile and a half after that, I finally saw the Oxford Thames Four Pillars where I was booked to stay for the night. Quite a few expletives of thankfulness the day's running was over, I turned off the Garmin and trundled the extra km to the hotel to meet my mum for a good sit down and some food.
34.5 miles instead of 30.5. 4 miles doesn't seem far; it's only a parkrun and a third; but, trust me, when you've got 30ish miles in your head, 34ish is psychologically a heck of a lot further.
|I don't think the Garmin 800 works out moving time for running particularly well as it's a cycling computer really and doesn't expect you to be so damned slow. Actual moving time 07:24:38.|