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But the sense of doing penance evaporates as soon as we hit the ridgeline and stop to soak up the endless alpine vistas, sucking back on the last trickles of water in our Camelbaks and sharing pieces of chocolate.
The extra mileage I have tucked under my belt from yesterday’s laps in the Park holds me together when we get into descend mode.
As does the chocolate. And the prospect of beer and chips, our roadside après, awaiting us back at the car.