22 Jun Generating heat while cycling. The art of Venting

FRED STOOD AT THE TOP OF THE CLIMB WAITING FOR JOHN. HIS FACE WAS THE COLOUR OF BEETROOT. WATER RAN FROM HIS NOSE LIKE A BROKEN SPOUT. HE STILL WORE HIS ‘FAVOURITE’ WINTER GLOVES. IT WAS MAY. When we understand what is happening within our body...