I'll warn you all now, this article is going to be full of photographs. I've decided to post them all up because the people of Thomaston, CT deserve nothing less....you'll see what I mean as the story unfolds.
Folks, this is going to be the most emotional part of my story so far and, not that you'll see it, but believe me when I say that I will be periodically breaking down in tears, whilst writing this. Hopefully, I'll be able to somehow make that emotion float out of these words as you read them. I have beers, whisky and a full packet of cigarettes...so strap in.
Since our inception, almost two years ago, we have witnessed an alarming amount of elitism and snobbery, emanating from within the UK Training Industry. It has become too formal, too rigid, too bureaucratic and, in some cases, almost political in design and that is not who Go Noisy are, nor do we want to be associated with that kind of training provision or with that mentality and approach to training.
This particular day was to surpass any day I had previously experienced since setting off from Provincetown, Cape Cod, MA about 8 days previously. I had covered over 300 miles, experienced events and people that will stay with me until the day I die. I had gotten a mere glimpse of America that even few Americans get to see and in that 300 miles or so, I had learned more about humanity than I had ever learned in my previous life. I learned a shit load of stuff about myself, what I was capable of and I learned to look inward; at how I wasn't the man I may have thought I was or made out to be.
Lots of crazy, wonderful things happened on this day of my Walk and I've been pouring over photographs, Facebook comments and my on journal, to accurately get everything in the right order. I have found myself smiling, laughing, wincing and crying as I've been going through all of this; it's like I'm reliving it all again and I can hear peoples voices in my head and see peoples faces, as these events happened.
This part of my walk covers my route from Bourne Scenic Park, MA to Westport Camping Ground, MA, to the State Line of Rhode Island and I hope that, after reading Part 8, that you'll agree that the more I walked, the more amazing this journey became. I should warn you though, as I get further West, the events on my walk will blow you away and will (hopefully) have you in tears; they certainly did for me.
Bulgaria has been out of Lockdown and Quarantine for about 3 weeks now. Fortunately, we were never hit as hard as other European Countries, with only approximately 2, 500 COVID-related deaths. During these past 3 weeks, Cafe's, Restaurants, Bars (Yay...!!!) and Shops have been open and we have had no "spike" in COVID cases, in that time. Domestic tourism has also been permitted in that time.
Once again it seems that the great debate between Physical Intervention v Combative's Training, rages on. Personally, I’ve never understood why it has to be one or the other and why it can’t be both? There seems to be an attitude of “you can’t play with us” from the puritanically minded, within the Training Industry, which troubles me.
It's funny how something abnormal becomes normal in a short space of time. This was how I felt when I set out for Bourne Scenic Park; my next Campsite 28 miles away. I left Tom at the Lion & Lamb, in Barnstable, MA and stepped off on Route 6A for the next leg of my route.
As I opened my eyes on the morning of Day 2 after a great nights sleep at Shady Knoll Campground, just outside of Brewster, MA, I slowly opened one eye at a time and waited for the pain and stiffness to kick in and nothing happened; no leg pain, no back pain, no stiffness...nothing. You have no idea of the relief that this gave me, knowing that I wasn't starting Day 2, with aches and pains with another 30+ miles ahead of me.
Did you guys know that Provincetown, Cape Cod, MA is the gay capital of the East Coast of America? Nor did I, until I researched the town whilst planning my walk. The only reason I bring it up is so that you know; it's the little things folks...the little things.
One of the few benefits of being under lock down and not being able to get on the range, is that it gives me more time to plonk myself down in front of my aged MacBook (the swirling rainbow circle will be the death of me...or it might be the Marlboro's or maybe the Whisky) and perambulate through LinkedIn in a more leisurely, lackadaisical and devil-may-care way.
With COVID-19 gripping the world in various forms of hysteria and with our training commitments trickling slowly towards a foreseeable and hopefully temporary state of limbo, it has allowed me to take a deep breath and revisit so many things that I had put on-hold; never quite knowing when or if, I would actually ever revisit them.
The Law Enforcement Officers are Matt and Felicia from Newton, CT, Police Department. Matt is an Iraq War Veteran and Felicia is a K-9 Dog Handler and the photo is of the moment that she presented me with her dog's Dog Tags (a great honour) and it really blew me away. The dog was called St Michael (the Patron Saint of Police Officers and Military Personnel)...nice touch huh?
So, before I start Part 3, it dawned on me that I haven't yet shown you my route. I planned this route for a year; spending many late nights zooming in on what was around each 30 mile point, writing notes in my journal. 30 miles a day was my goal; some days I did more than that (I think my longest was 36 miles) and some days I did less (I think my worst day was 22 miles).
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