You've lost everything, or you've been dishonored or wronged beyond endurance, and now you're charging off to get yourself killed in the big battle ahead?
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Thanks again to Mike for putting me up for the night. It was also nice to have my first shower in 3 days! The day started with Mike and I loading Chappie onto the trailer ready to make the short trip to the previous day's end point. There was a slight detour to Greggs in Tow Law to stock up on bacon sandwiches.
To be precise, it was 2 bacon sandwiches and a bacon and sausage sandwich. The reason why is to fool them into thinking that the order is for more than one person and to disguise my shame at ordering such a huge amount of food. It was a sunny yet chilly start to the day and, once again, I felt relieved at not having to spend a 3rd consecutive night in cold temperatures.
I found it quite easy to devour my sandwiches while running. The previous day's calorie burn meant that I was ready for a good feed. They weren't the highest quality calories that I was putting in but the fat and salt that I craved suited me just fine.
I made my way past many farms in County Durham. Visibility was good and the views were spectacular. I didn't hang about to take photos and the downhill miles ticked by quite nicely. I reached Langley Moor after 9 miles and noticed a familiar looking silhouette in a shop to my left.
It was familiar because it was a sight that I'd been used to seeing when I ran across Australia and Europe. It was none other than sports therapist Jason Stobbs or Stobbsy as he's affectionately known. We had a brief chat and I continued on my way towards Durham. I got stuck in a traffic queue on the climb up to Neville's Cross in Durham.
I waited patiently and the lights were kind enough to stay on long enough for me to reach the other side safely. In time honoured tradition, I paid it straight into http: I made it into Durham City Centre with a bit of patience and cooperation from passing traffic. I stopped very briefly to take a picture of Chappie on Framwelgate Bridge.
I didn't hang about and it wasn't long before I was on the busy A heading out of Durham. I crossed over the A1 and decided to have a quick break at the 14 mile point.
While I was eating a snack I decided to tot up how much had been raised on the 25th Anniversary Challenge. I quickly put that out on social media and there was a flurry of donations. My rest was over and I was delighted to be on a bit of a bike track at the side of the A for a while.
I turned off the A south of Houghton-le-Spring at the 17 mile point. There was then a nice uphill stretch up to the 19 mile point.
I had a really positive run from here on. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride as I ran the final miles to St Benedict's Hospice. I reflected on a successful 25 years of fundraising in my mind and thought just how proud my Mam and Dad would have been. I kept getting notified of donations on my phone as I ran those final miles.Robert Frost - Floating Quote - The woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep Snowy Evening.
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I reached Langley Moor after 9 miles and noticed a familiar looking silhouette in a shop to my left. It was familiar because it was a sight that I'd been used to seeing when I ran across Australia and Europe.
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