A wise man once noted that, if it was flattened out, Wales would be bigger than England. I realised today why I rode a mountain bike when I was here; the place to all intents and puposes is built on gradients.
Cycled down to Roath Park today, along the lake, up Celyn Avenue and back along Cyncoed Road, then jumped off the bike and ran the same route.
It is absolute murder running downhill after cycling and my legs are still giving me strife. RobM's warnings about the bike to run transition are well founded it seems.
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