Aug 10, 2014.

This race was intent on bruising us, pummeling us, then it patted us on the back and told us to go climb the last 600m.

The alpacas we keep passing, they’re solo or sometimes in pairs grazing on the hillsides, they look up with faces incredulous that anyone would come up to their land clad only in this Lycra and not the warmest wool. The sheep though, they’re much more nonplussed.

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