Hills, hills, hills

I live in a hilly part of London. I know runners often disagree about what counts as ‘hilly’, but I would say that last night’s 6 mile circuit of Highgate, East Finchley, Muswell Hill and Crouch End was hilly.

I walked three times. I am not proud of this but it has been a long week. I tried to push myself over the first (and hilliest) ten minutes but I could tell my lungs weren’t up to the task. The legacy of giving blood is still there – I feel much less fit than I did a month ago.

I want to test myself, push myself harder again. Today I’m heading up to the Yorkshire Dales for a week’s holiday, with my trainers. I have a feeling I’m about to find out what ‘hilly’ really is, and it won’t look like this: