Hills, Hills, Hills

HILLS. They are now all I am thinking about.

I am such an idiot for not doing every marathon training run on the hills that are on my flaming doorstep. I now regret every easy 5 mile run around the flipping flat streets of Archway, which could have led me up sodding Muswell Hill.

This morning I had to run 8 miles and I took the hilliest route I could. Up Crouch End Hill, up again to Highgate, down to East Finchley, up to Muswell Hill, down then up to Ally Pally, down then up to Hornsey, down to Crouch End, up Ferme Park Road, down to home.

It was Hill. I mean HELL.