yesterday painted very badly today, but this morning has been improving as the day went mierrrrrrrrrrcoles. In giving windguru winds of 40 km / h and a 65% chance of precipitation, so that the picture was fucking great to be home. However, as my brother Jose is almost as Tara and I, after dinner we went to Cartagena to run, leaving the car in Tentegorra. We set out to address and nothing else out Escarihuelas starts to drizzle, which comes in handy to cool the motor during ascent. We arrived at the watchtower and at the top of Roldan observed a dense fog, but I see that my brother starts to rise almost without thinking and I with him. A half way up, the fog obscures more than 5 meters is sufficient to lose the path and it makes us what we retrace our steps and return to find the good rise. Now up, the fog and blizzard prevents us stay and take us a respirator and with them we went down the zig-zag up the court and from there (and with better visibility and not so cold) went down to the car. In total 11 km out in 85 minutes that would have been more because Jose is thriving and I would have added the odd extra mile. However, it has been well overcome the laziness and the head saying that it was good day to rest. NOOOOOOOO.
Strength and value.
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