March 27th - Linton Hill
The most prominent landmark in any direction from the house is the mast on Linton Hill to the east, and it struck me a shameful that I’ve only run there once since moving here. Last time it took an hour, and this time I had exactly an hour before Anna had to disappear for one of her mysterious daily appointments. Right foot kept cramping, and eventually I had to loosen my shoe twicw, the second time to the extent that my foot was sliding around inside on the descents. Nevertheless, nipped out to the mast and back in 55 minutes without any real discomfort from the rib.
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