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The transition stage after the Cooma race was hell. I can now see why Huw Kingston makes us carry space blankets, jackets and beanies on the big stages. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs, let alone fingers and toes. And it took hours to stop shivering and chattering once we arrived at our base (middle of nowhere). And you know it’s raining hard when the rain drops sting your eye sockets. Lewie and I were loving it!

So I’m still certain I haven’t been assembled to handle cold climates. Where’s the beach please! Whinge whinge…

Mountains to Beach cold

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