Took a different route out today. The first 8 km were flat – easy spinning, legs grateful. Then the terrain changed. Rolling hills turned into something closer to a steady 12% grind.
Passed through Coín and continued toward Monda. Beautiful stretch, but the fatigue started to show. Reached Monda, paused just long enough to realize I wasn’t up for pushing further today, then turned back.
The return was a battle – mentally and physically – but I made it.
Plenty of cyclists out, even in December. Some flying past, others grinding it out just like me. It’s always a comfort to see them.
Wrapped up the day with dinner at parents’, meat and potatoes, and more wine than strictly necessary. Perfect recovery 🙂
