So, the scene is this: it was 10 till 4 as I arrived at the Boat (35.5 miles into the day) with my running buddy and his wife (who was supporting his run every 5 miles or so) already doing some therapeutic stretching. As I pass them toward the pub door they asked if I’m getting another pint. I didn’t answer because I had a psychedelic perma-grin working from downing some mushrooms at 10 till 3 (~32 miles in). The pains in my IT band and developing in my tibialis anterior ligament were shooting trails of colour throughout my line of sight, as well.
At the bar stood two absolute goobers. The bar has some sort of nectarine based cocktail on tap and they were sipping one each of these from sort of half-sized champagne glasses with a side of some cider or shandy and being loud and very much the amateur drinker that will discourage you from staying in youth oriented pubs. They made a production out of buying the bartender a drink but she just took the money for it and went on with her real work.
Already at a disadvantage due to the early peak on this trip, I hurried outside with my lager and tried to disappear into the wall. A bunch of teenage girls came out of the pub and started teenage-girling around so I opted to wait until I finished my beer and was down the path a bit before shooting the photo. The place looks like shit in the picture, but there was no way I was going back inside to get a photo out front then have to go back through again.
I loaded Highway 61 Revisited on my music app and soon everything was peachy. Not wussy cocktail on tap peachy, but with only 14 miles to the checkpoint I planned to quit at, I already felt like I was finished for the day.