“Are you alright?” asks the marshal, as I hobble, wincing in pain down the steep rock strewn path. “only another mile to go, all flat. Can you make it?”
A woodpecker hammers the heck out of a tree trunk high up over my head, I stare into the azure blue above trying to spot a flash of movement, all I see are vapour trails. Continue reading
My heart rate is in the green, my cadence could be quickened but my pace is bang on. The Garmin is re-born.