SVN Marathon, 24.08.2020 - running, hedgehogs, and Pocahontas

Well, I've missed having public transport disasters. So here's a new story! In my head last night, whilst planning my morning, it seemed logical, that if my train was to arrive at Gravesend at 6:50 for a 07:30-ish start, then I should get up at 5:00, leave home at 6:00, arrive at King Cross at 6:45 ready for the train at 6:55. It didn't occur to me until 05:30 this morning, all chilled out and relaxed and having tea in bed, that that would mean that the train arrived before it left. Oh. 

Jumped out of bed, spilt my tea. Rushed around and turned the house upside down throwing things on, and off when I realised they were on back-to-front, and on again. Threw everything else in my bag to deal with on the train, and set a new record of 15 minutes from bed to out the door. Then set a 5 km PB for the run to Kings Cross.  And even arrived in time for coffee! Phew.

Another great event with SVN - thank you Traviss and Rachel! And thanks Craig for another great run and putting up with me for another 8 laps! Went by so fast, and felt so much easier than Saturday, and did 4:22. Loving being back at events, and seeing folks. Well done TiTs and TwiTs, keep up the good work! 

My lucky dip medal is a hedgehog (below), who is in a much better mood than the turn-around gnome (above).

Having started so early, it was only 12:00 when we finished. As the only place I've visited in Gravesend so far is the Cyclopark, I thought I should explore a bit more. Pocahontas is buried in Gravesend! Who knew! My education of Pocahontas so far has been through Disney, so that her grave should be here seemed quite random. Alas, the kind-of sad, but not really that sad, story of the film isn't even true. Shouldn't really be surprised that a Disney film isn't completely historically accurate, but there you go. Actually, in the real story, it's all very grim and sad, there's way more people involved and it's all very complicated, and Pocahontas sailed to England, but died either on the ship or at Gravesend, which is why she is buried there in St George's Church. So there it is. Princess Pocahontas in Gravesend. 

On the way home I even got the train time right, and thankfully for my fellow passengers, now we wear face masks, no one could hear as I sang "Colours of the Wind" all the way back.

Marvellous Monday - thanks all!