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.
Bonus photos!
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!
We’ve all gotta learn to LOVE the hills LOL… Personally, I hate them!
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You’re forgiven! Sou run in SAND!!!! *lol*
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Sou? YOU! 🙃
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Come on rob, we wanna see the ‘anguished expression”!!!!
Ha ha and the hair NOT in a pony tail? ahhhhh thats cos you’re going SO fast it doesn’t have chance to blow in your face *lol*???? Maybe i should try going fast, cos URGH flicking hair in my face is the pitts!!!!
Gar, you live in SUCH a stunning place!!!
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Christ no, I’m not one for pony tails, I like it slapping me in the face, takes my mind off hills!
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Haaaa ha haaaa ha haaaaa!!!!
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I hope youre not being rude!
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Moi?
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ewe!
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It’s all about anguish and suffering, why else do we run? Certainly not for fun. 😉
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Indeed! I only do it for the anguish and suffering, I have a vast repertoire of facial expressions purely to convey the pain I’m in lol
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