Cateran Trail Ultra 2019
‘It never always gets worse ’ David Horton* I am sat on my arse by the side of a trail, somewhere in Perthshire, half-heartedly munching on Hula Hoops as I have the vague notion that eating something may improve my state of mind. Terminal boredom has set in; I cannot fathom how, if I feel this way after 46 miles, I can even begin to think of running another 50 in 6 weeks time; my knee hurts when I run, my legs have been aching for hours, and I’m about to cry because I suddenly, irrationally but desperately, really miss my husband. Correct responses to this include: ‘get a fucking grip’, ‘toughen the fuck up’, ‘no one made you do it’, and ‘suck it up, soft lass’. However, while I don’t know much about brain chemistry or psychology, I am familiar with the concept of Doublethink, and right now I am simultaneously aware of the fact that I need to stop with the negativity, while continuing to unabashedly wallow in self-pity. Cue the appearance of a jazzy be-legginged lady who