tiredNot that there weren't several lovely effort-free coasts downhill - Ontario Street and the Mountain View Cemetery spring to mind. Gorgeous, of course - even if I can't really feel my legs. I'm not gasping or passing out or anything, but there's a definite jelly-leg thing going on. Upside, after the first half-hour or so I was more or less into a groove, even if when I finally got to school I was bright pink in the bathroom mirror - exertion, not sunburn, fortunately. I always turn pink.
We'll see how pretty it looks on the way back, when I have to go back up the hills I came down and down the hills I struggled up. On the whole I think the uphill parts were more on the way here than the way back. *crosses fingers*