My first run for a week, after last Tuesday's fiasco when a run on my favourite route over Buck Hill and Beacon Hill had me walking for at least a third of the way; my legs just didn't want to move.
So I needed something to restore my confidence: hill reps in the Outwoods! But not on the stupidly steep path that I sometimes use; instead I chose a path which (according to the 1:25000 OS map) ascends between 45 and 50 metres in about 500 metres horizontal. I did 6 reps, with times between 2m43s and 2m48s. Felt dreadful on the first one, but then got into a nice rhythm, and felt quite good; although no athletics coach would have allowed me to get away with the length of recovery time I was taking between reps. It doesn't compare with the reps I occasionally did on Beacon Hill in my youth, when I sometimes went under 2m30s for 75 metres climbing in 600m horizontal; but it did make me feel better about my running.
A bit of excitement on the way back home. As I left the Outwoods I noticed a group of about 6 horse riders on the bridleway that meets the path from the woods after about 200 metres. Although the riders' coats were black rather than red, and there were no hounds around, they gave the impression of being huntsmen. As I ran down my path and they trotted along theirs, it became apparent that we would arrive at the path junction at the same time; but then they stopped and let me go first. This meant that I carried on down the path considerably faster than I would have wanted after a reps session, with the sound of hooves coming nearer behind me. I was definitely feeling hunted; at one point I even thought I heard the sound of a hunting horn drifting across the fields. There was no Va tacito e nascosto about this lot of cacciatori! But then, today is 15th December, not 15th March . . .
Better stop now, the men in white coats are at the door . . .