So if you look at this picture of Alicante, what do you see?
Beach? Bars? Marina? I’ve no idea.

What I see is that fort on the top of a hill. And I want to go up there! Before my injury I’d have wanted to run up the hill to the top, or at the very least walk up.
I’d definitely not have wanted a coach or taxi or anything… I mean what would be the fun in that?

So at 3.45 and knowing that we HAD to be on board by 5.30 ( and having had a few glasses of wine by now ) I’ve got this irresistible urge to Triride up there. Lizzy ( quite understandably and logically ) doesn’t think it’s the best plan and tells me so.
But anyway… of course I do… and it’s worth it.
Worth it mostly because it was a challenge I just had ✅ off. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I am. Those that are will totally empathise. Those that aren’t won’t understand my ‘ compulsion ‘.

Hi to those that understand 👏🤦‍♂️🤷

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