Jelly legs and frozen toes

Don’t die of shock when I say this, but I went for a proper ride tonight. In to town on the Tricross to meet Ian, out along the canal to Dundas where Ian peeled off in the direction of home, and I headed on along to Avoncliff where I admired the sunset then turned round and rode back home again.

After 20 miles on a fixed gear bike my legs have turned to jelly and my toes are frozen. It’s ace.