Sunday morning - 9.2 miles, in that wonderful area where the city of Sheffield meets the countryside.
For once, I'd actually not drank any booze on Saturday night, and made myself get up to run a lot earlier than I normally manage to.
Put in an extra new loop and got a bit lost, but I always try and plan any new routes so I'll eventually end up somewhere I recognise. The route - as always seems to be the case near Sheffield! - was slightly hillier than I'd anticipated (why have I not learned to expect this?). A slow run for exploratory purposes rather than for pace, with sunshine but a gentle cool breeze, and great views. Bliss.
Knees felt good, as I was running slowly (quite deliberately, to avoid aggravating injury). But I'm now rather depressed to find - from Monday afternoon onwards - that I've been getting occasional sharp pains in my right knee again.
Can't quite work out whether to risk another run today - was hoping to, as I'm lucky enough to have an extra day off work that a lot of people don't get, and I was really looking forward to doing some kind of run today. Maybe just a short one...