Wow!!! Hopefully you had a nice picnic along the way.
Or at least a Clif bar - a big one to get you through 9 hours!!
The Harps wouldn't let us eat...we had to just keep hammering. Nice guy, eh?
Ha, far from it. It took some serious negotiations for Hansel and I to get phatty to stop at the Grouse chalet for a poutine break.
And then we heard about it for the rest of the weekend...
Phatty needs to be reminded of the "destination" run/ride training philosophy. Perhaps you should have aimed for butter tarts? or Big Feet?
Or salmon quinoa burgers at HOME!
Flying to Burlington for dinner seems impractical, but hey, I don't really get the AR stuff.