March Or Die

[Sweder]

Follow up to last night's run - some data charts.

I love how, having run up past the castle, the pace chart has seen fit to outline, err, a castle. Very cool.
John took us from the bottom of the town to the very top via a series of 'less steep' inclines. In fairness, very few of them were leg-busters. I put the hammer down with just over a klick to go, the tantalising waft of Burning Sky in my nostrils. I was quite surprised at my sustained turn of speed. I fell good, pounding across the wet tarmac. Those Twitten Runs may just be paying dividends.

   

The elevation map shows the gradual ascent before what was, in truth, a fairly ugly plummet through a series of dark passages and down steep flights of steps. The flat road home was good for a nice steady run in, though. All in all a good route, one I'll revisit.

   

Our timing was impressive. As I steamed in to Snowdrop Inn station, the improvers group approached from the Cliffe end, all suitably ruddy-cheeked and ready for beer. Even as I sucked cold night air, hands on knees, the Quicks pulled in, Tall Simon amongst them. We'd all taken very different routes, yet our leaders had conspired to ensure there would be a queue at the bar. I cottoned on and slipped inside, waving a slightly soggy tenner at the barman.

Lovely drop, that Burning Sky Saison.