One particular hill really bugs me: it’s the one at the end of the Lanhydrock Parkrun near Bodmin. It’s the best part of the last km of the course, quite sadistically. Most people as far as I can tell have to walk it’s so steep.
I set out to conquer it very early Tuesday morning. With hardly anyone about, the sun shone through the mist rising amongst the trees. Beautiful.
First unplanned thing was that my legs felt so heavy. Not enough hydration? Swam too hard on Monday? No matter, speed was not important today.
I arrived at the gate to the uphill woodland, but within 100 metres got lost at the first fork! Oh yes, marshals are so important.
Well, it was quite uphill back to the start, but not the Eiger I had mentally prepared for.
I’ll try again another day.