My ars, my ars, an ice pack for my ars

Just after lunch I met up with another guy doing the end to end, he was from Devon. Ali started Sunday and had already made it to where I was (although I overtook him *cough*) It was good chatting to somebody along the way and as our destination was Penrith it wasn't long before the quotes from withnail came flooding out.. "Where's my soup? - It's not soup it's coffee"

We stopped just outside Carlisle for a bite to eat making good time on the cycle paths and pretty level roads.. It seemed Penrith was just a stones throw away.

The hills from Carlisle to Penrith are the worst so far.. Long ascents with steep descents, at the end of the day this was really putting me through my paces. My cap was sodden and the sweat drops were falling from the peak. I started with a niggle in my left knee this morning and after pushing these hills at the end of another long run when standing to push the last few yards it was starting to give me some real jip. It was only after my shower and walking into Penrith that it feels like it could get quite serious, I was almost limping.

Penrith reminds me of Cirencester, bigger than I imagined and very busy and lively. I'm sat in the Lowther Arms drinking a fine pint of Witchfinder Stout, very smooth and well deserve after tonights final push.

I'll see if I can chill my knee tonight so it doesn't give me too much hassle tomorrow, Ali said there's a big couple of hills on the way out tomorrow.
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