Went out Friday with my eldest son - both of us suffering with man-flu of some variety and if either of us had suggested it before we would have baled. Anyway, every hill a total slog gasp, gasp, plus it's cold. And grey. Then the rain came - last hour of the ride torrential, soaked through. Fingers and feet numb.
Something inside said it's doing you good but...
...so glad to get home, a most miserable ride - to compensate I spent the whole weekend eating and sleeping.
I'm sure the next ride will be uplifting though