And I Would Run One Hundred Miles

[Sweder]

Can't stand the heat? Start running at night.
9pm last night I set off for a short, sharp schlep on my 4k circuit. So much for 'cooler' weather, I may have well as hit a treadmill in a sauna. Willow, our stout, hirsute Cocker, is struggling. I had to hit 'pause' on Runkeeper a few times to let her catch up. I'd like to think this is me speeding up - no, stop that, now, it's rude! But most likely Old Father Time has laid hands upon those short, bandy legs.

Part of this loop takes me down what CharlieCat refers to as Sweder's Hill. I've taken this on a few times since returning, but last night was the first time I really opened up, scaring myself half to death at the steepest part. I bottled it, slamming on the anchors and finishing with an ugly rapid shuffle. The knee has shown a slight reaction to this barbaric treatment, leading me to wonder if it will continue to improve as I step things up or simply go on strike. I must prepare for the possibility that my long-haul days are in the past. Maybe my future lies in short-track racing?
I've drawn up some plans, just in case.
What's that? Take a look?
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