After a five month sabbatical away from the hill Martin and I finally managed to find ourselves both in the office at the same time and decided to return to the hill. We knew we'd struggle but sometimes you've just got to do what you've just got to do. The old bell from the saloon bar clock struck out those twelve chimes and we knew it was time....
We set off steady but it still wasn't easy. Our Dundry loop isn't the longest. Nor the steepest but when we get going it always seems to be competitive - despite the relative slowness. One thing was for certain it wasn't going to be a 30 minuter today.
As we hit the climb, shallow to begin with but getting steeper the further in, we both began to puff. I took an early lead but only by a metre or two. As we eventually crested the summit there was nothing in it and if anything Martin had climbed the better.
I was thankful of the runnably steep descent and managed to creep a few metres back in front. As we ran the final stretch along the A38 I could hear Martin above the noise of the traffic. I never look back - that's a sign of weakness - but he sounded close. I pushed on. He pushed on but never quite closed the small gap. It was a few metres all the way and we both worked bloody hard. I finally finished in 32:38 with Martin a few seconds back. The time was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting something closer to 35. It was a damn good session. Felt good to stretch out the legs and get a bit of speed going - only a little bit of speed, don't want to go getting carried away or nuffin.
Maybe we'll manage to get out again next week....
We set off steady but it still wasn't easy. Our Dundry loop isn't the longest. Nor the steepest but when we get going it always seems to be competitive - despite the relative slowness. One thing was for certain it wasn't going to be a 30 minuter today.
As we hit the climb, shallow to begin with but getting steeper the further in, we both began to puff. I took an early lead but only by a metre or two. As we eventually crested the summit there was nothing in it and if anything Martin had climbed the better.
I was thankful of the runnably steep descent and managed to creep a few metres back in front. As we ran the final stretch along the A38 I could hear Martin above the noise of the traffic. I never look back - that's a sign of weakness - but he sounded close. I pushed on. He pushed on but never quite closed the small gap. It was a few metres all the way and we both worked bloody hard. I finally finished in 32:38 with Martin a few seconds back. The time was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting something closer to 35. It was a damn good session. Felt good to stretch out the legs and get a bit of speed going - only a little bit of speed, don't want to go getting carried away or nuffin.
Maybe we'll manage to get out again next week....
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