Quote Originally Posted by mr brightside View Post
The inevitable anxiety of another xmas day woke me up early, so I went to Bramley parkrun, a soggy run with plenty of stodge underfoot. I faded quite badly and wheezed home in 20.57, it wasn't the sort of run that would bathe one in the glory of a sterling performance. I'd stayed up to watch father ted episodes till 11.30 the previous night, so wasn't well rested, but I gave it everything I had on the day.

Straight back and after a change of duds straight out to the craven arms, usual 50m out and back. The wind coming down the valley was a bit strong, and I was surprised to reach the boozer in an embarrassing 1h42m. I may have mentioned before how many very fit women go in this ale house on Dec 25th, it's always nice to catch their attention and say hi as they pass by. I felt quite depressed on the ride up, but the company and the four pints of hetton pale ale drowned it out. There were various nibbles on offer including roast potatoes and gravy, Yorkshire pudding dippers, and pigs in blankets; I stuffed as much as I could down my neck knowing I'd need calories to get me home. I left at 2pm with one hell of a beer jacket, and immediately found out that my legs were ruined. I've doubled down with parkrun and craven arms many times before, but never felt this bollocksed; I didn't even make it to addingham without stopping for an energy bar. Memories of the lovely women I'd seen in appletreewick were all that kept me going.
4 pints! I am surprised you were still conscious, much less riding a bike. Well done on getting home in one piece.