Holiday training

Just an experiment in embedding Strava data in a blogpost. As you were, everyone, as you were.

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  1. MJ30 August 2018 at 06:52

    I may have to borrow Melty McMeltFace as a description - many recent runs have been such. (and combined fartlek and sauna LOL)

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