Saturday morning and the sun is shining so time to uncreak the legs and go and look for some hills. Ok I knew where they were but the spirot of exploration sounds so much more exciting.
The beach was of course beautiful (but had no hills)
Rinse, repeat, flail about helplessly when the legs go wobbly and then speed off home quads hurting again – Which I think is leftovers from last weekends jaunt.
So I have short sharp hills – now I need long, long long hills to build up the quads.
Taken at the Preseli Beast by Robert at www.beerrunner.co.uk
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Cheers for sending them Rob, thanks for not capturing my anguished expression!