Where the chuffing heck did my legs go?

To paraphrase Mr Vader, I find my lack of miles disturbing. In fact, this year to date, I have less than 300 miles under my belt.

This morning I managed to find time to get the 'Dale out and get some miles in. I decided to amend a frequent loop and take in a couple of hills, one for the first time. The new one, Kingston Hill from the vicinity of Chinnor up to Stokenchurch turned out to be a killer. I hit the mid section where it ramps up and after about 200 yards of toil and noticing a heart rate of 185, In had to bail out and walk.

If you look closely, you will see that I am hanging my head in shame.