55 unexpectedly hilly miles today, which would have been fine except that T kept saying "this is the last hill, I promise ... oh, sorry, forgot about that one".
My legs (and lungs) gave out on one of the aforementioned hills and I did consider walking, but I decided against it and instead had a break before setting off again. This usually works, even with the gravity-defying first few pedal rotations, but this time my legs burst out laughing and refused to cooperate, meaning I ground back to halt almost before I'd set off again. Unfortunately, I was so busy trying to avoid a clipless moment that I forgot to inform the bike of the abrupt change of plan, but only discovered this break down in communications when it used the chain ring and the back of my leg as an unusual (and not to be recommended) form of braking.
On the plus side, we somehow managed to avoid all the rain: we may not have cycled in bright sunshine but it could have been so much worse:
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