A good day on the bike. 66 miles, 4500 feet and it only rained while we were having coffee. 😀
Mrs P was out. I was lounging watching telly and decided I needed something and paused the TV. I stood up only to be almost poleaxed by screaming cramp up the inside of both thighs. 9.30pm on a Saturday night and I'm crawling around the front room cursing like a trooper. The brain began to work though the pain. Water. I half walked and half crawled to the kitchen and drank glass after glass of water till it stopped.
I want back to the front room only to realise I'd forgotten what I got up for in the first place. 🤣