So on Thursday night there, I somehow got roped into taking part in a 'Hill climb' competition up the access road to the Wallace Monument in Stirling. Now me climbing a hill on my bike isn't a pretty sight at the best of times, but racing up one simply shouldn't be allowed!
What frightened me the most at the end of the climb though, wasn't the taste of blood coming up from my lungs, or the rib cracking thud of my heart. No, it was the fact that I was the only one using whisky as a recovery drink! Everyone else there, and they were pretty much all skinny, fit looking roadie types, were drinking energy potions, or water.
Thankfully, a likeminded soul pulled on his mtb (says it all really) and we shared some of Ilay's finest whilst the purple haze slowly faded from our eyes. However it was a nervous few minutes for me as I sat around thinking, "What's wrong with these people?"
B. 😆