Couldnt ride Sunday, so grabbed a few hours on Saturday afternoon. Wish I hadnt have bothered. Wind was a bastard, but for some reason my legs were utterly empty. Cant understand it, but the climb up to Winter Hill saw me panting like a bastard, totally shattered.
Called it a day at the mast and just came straight down San Marino and home. Hope I'm ok for Swaledale.
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you'll be reet! Just one of them days... T
At least you rode the climb.
I think the only way I can actually get up that hill without having to push some of it is from Hope
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