"I'm actually quite hungry." ponders The Otter as we approach the "Specials" blackboard at the Glen Clova hotel after a mere couple of hours of sub-zero cycling.
Two family sized steak pies washed down with fifteen cans of Foster's all in the previous afternoon and no doubt a half bottle of some cask aged Malt as a wee nightcap.
And yet that strength paradoxically can so easily (and in fact did) become a complete corruption leading to Physical Weakness.
On the other hand those of us who suffer from that bugbear of the aspiring endurance athlete; Natural Weakness are completely self-limiting when it comes to food intake.
As we mount up and pedal off I try not to be sick leaning on the ridiculous Tri-bars over a stomach bloated with homemade macaroni cheese.
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