After weeks of rest, gym work and marathon cycling I finally got back onto the trail around Richmond Park yesterday.
I went slowly, aiming for a 1 hr 2m lap and though the last mile (of seven) was a push I upped the pace and made it back to the start in 1 hr 1m 53s. The Park glowed in the chlorophyll greenness of spring and the air tasted clean and cold. It was good to be out there running again in the wind, to haul ass up the big climb by the Kingston gate like a 15 stone locomotive.
And now my cocking right arsing knee is fucking fucked again.
Choo choo.
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