9 miles per apple

A great way to bid farewell to the endless yukkiness yesterday was made of. A great hammering of the hills, over to Switzerland. According to my watch gadget, I'm getting slower at doing these hill climbs, but it still felt good all the same. I ate an apple at the summit, and wondered if the fact was true - that the energy I'd get from munching on this green wholesome treat would really power me along for another nine miles. It didn't matter either way, because I had around 20 minutes of fast descent to look forward to anyway.