The Agony Dulls With Time

I oversleep but manage to cycle anyway, quickly, out of necessity but it’s not good for the legs. I’m exhausted and there’s not even much windy today.

Then I decide to return via the hillier route through West Hallam for variety and stupidity, also not good for the legs.

L enters us for one of those horrendous off road fell things in the Lake District, this time in Staveley courtesy of Lakeland Trails on 1^st June.

We do one of these every so often and I spend the entire duration wishing I was somewhere else but the agony dulls with time and we usually enter another one.

There are two distances and L decides to enter the 17k with the theory that she can soon drop down to the 10k if she’s feeling like a wimp. Which means I also ought to enter the long one as well... or come out as a wimp. Oh well, you never know they may have tarmaced over the fells by then and it won’t be so bad.

I beat L home and as requested run a hot bath for her. Well for both us, but it’s so hot all I can do for twenty minutes is sit and look at it. So I pour the wine and light the dog smell dispersing candles. 

(Friday 5^th April)