Life's one long holiday for me. I had planned yesterday to do one of my really testing training walks, 8ks along The Corniche avoiding kids on bikes, errant footballs and Nepalese workies. But the gauge hit over 40C for the first time this year so the FWA clicked in. Hallul cafe for a sheesha and a lemon mint. 90 minutes of quite contemplation.
Back in Anderson Towers I got the maps out. Very scary. These days climbing into bed once a day is a big effort. Not having been more than 10m above sea level for the last 11 months I'm dreading altitude sickness above 2000m. That's if I can get up that high. I may duck out and walk round Lismore 40 times or so, get a cab to Montrose and kid on I'd done a big crossing.
But then the kids would see the SPOT map. sh1t. They'd never speak to me again.
What to do?

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