So, I'm feeling a bit tired and sorry for myself today. My legs aren't sore, apart from the stingy sunburn (in the RAIN, people... the RAIN!!)
Why am I sore? Because yesterday I climbed a mountain. And why did I climb a mountain? To celebrate my grandfather's 80th birthday. And yes- despite the pouring rain (a menace for the glasses, and muddier of the track), my dear and wonderful Granddad climbed right to the top, and right back down again.'
Something to aspire to, I think.