only as a summit marshal for the Fan Brycheiniog fell race (did I spell that right? couldn't be arsed to look it up on the map) but I still had to get my arse up that mountain. And by god it was a shock to the system. I was only walking up, but I was puffin by the time I finally made it to the summit. Talk about no leg strength! Anyway, with the twenty-eight runners ticked off safely through I jogged back down. 12k covered in total and a reminder of how much work is going to be required to get back racing in the hills...
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