Well I'm back in the jug again next week with my first scrotif of the year and I thought I'd post this pic as I think it rather wonderfully sums up what the latter stages of an event are like for us slowcoaches.
Look at the misery etched on those faces. Look at that gradient - it's probably not even 5% yet because we're all psyched up for the big hills, we forget about these seemingly innocuous slopes and we're not ready for them when they pop up. Consequently, they are positively soul destroying.
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