Lovely day, terrible run. Blame it on the trots, the beer and maybe a lack of training, but overall, just the usual person to blame ~ mea culpa.
After Thunacar Knott I couldn'see anybody. Took an interesting route over Rosset, struggled up to Esk Hause, then came home with an Irishman from Sheffield ~ not all the way home, just to the ODG.
Did a short bike ride this morning.
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