On the way home today I discovered a detour which means I travel for slightly longer but miss an almighty hill and valley. Smile? My mug would have made the Cheshire Cat look positively glum.
My cycling mate, Luke, who initially got me into riding by lending me a bike and repeatedly whispering “pain is good” in my ear like some sort of sick mantra, tells me I’m thinking about it wrong and that hills are my friends.
Personally I think Tiger Balm is a much better friend.
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But hills are your friends. I can’t believe you actually want to avoid that hill to your place. It’s brilliant! I’m going to bring my fixie over to your place to ride up that wonderful hill again. 🙂