
Even so it was a big effort to drag myself out of bed on Sunday and the morning was well under way as I ran down my usual route along the Hamble River.

My legs felt like sticks of rhubarb and running was exhausting, but as I struggled along the river the sun was already creeping above the trees on the eastern shore bathing the moored boats in a glorious saturated light.

I arrived home exhausted but happy and ready for a hearty breakfast
Rhubarb? So they were slightly tangy and celery-like in structure? Great simile.
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