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Fucking melting out there. Went out for a poke around on the Grubaix Special to stretch my hairy meat pistons and shake off an inordinate amount of form filling and existential distress and have come back coated in piss crystals and stubbornly milky factor 50 that sooks up flies like a Dyson-designed frog.
Despite the heat I put in some ok times on sections and others that I'd felt like I totally cracked actually weren't that bad-just goes to show how the heat makes you pant like a dog even when you're not suffering too badly. 1000m of ascent of 60k, which is my favoured training route now as it's out and back the same way avoiding any A roads and bagging every steep lump in the viscinity. Wind was like a hair-dryer and invariably against but did bring the delicious scent of pine trees that made me imagine I was suddenly transported to the Pyrenees.
Comedy moments (read, actually a bit depressing/tragic) of being forced to dismount to get over a slippery ford at the bottom of a descent and getting gang-banged by horse flies that seemed to have a fetish for my sweaty TVM jersey, but being unable to take off because my gear was too stiff to give me the momentum to clip back in on the hill. So pro.
I fucking hate strava though-even if you get PRs on bits you still get some dirty chiselled fitness obsessed bastard jamming his metaphorical sweaty chamois in your face by besting it by half. Fuck all of you, I'm trying, even if I am sitting here eating leftovers from yesterdays BBQ and chugging it down with a cold beer...
As the sticker says...