This was, without doubt, the most challenging run I have ever done. 9kms up the Franschoek mountain and then a sharp, fast descent all the way down on very shaky legs.
There were tears. There was swearing. There was abuse. There was blaming. But I did it ....with the Hero by my side....quietly absorbing the hits and encouraging me in the darkest times.
|Starry-eyed and unaware of the extreme challenge ahead.|
|Still able to appreciate the view (around 3kms)|
|One of the few runnable areas on the ascent|
|The climbs are getting real.|
|Beginning the descent and starting to feel my legs|
|All I am *actually* thinking is how fast I can get off that damn mountain. But, yeah, great view.|