I could start the day by dissing Öijer for calling the Toyota Prius a car but instead I went running. The first 500m is always ego killing since it slopes up gradually and your muscles are cold. I could feel my rib directly but after some of those knee-lift and ass-kicking warmup tricks I felt fine and had reached the forest. Up to Furulund went smoothly and even on the hill of death I was thinking how it is easier to run up this hill than ride up. That was when I reached the steep section and changed my mind. The rolling hills for the next few km had those kött qualities Björn was writing about during his PB run. But training when you are essentially dead IS training with effect.

I turned right onto Bohusleden to get to the proper terrain and then my smile appeared. It is so soft on the knees and dodging all the rocks and roots means a complete workout of my muscles instead of the monotone thuds you get on the road. The km flew away here until I reached the little grusväg which leads over towards Oxled which naturally joined onto my 'favourite' blue trail leading to Puketorp.

I paused at the scene of my MTB accident and immediately felt like an idiot. Any other line would have been better at that stage so why I chose the biggest roots to hit is beyond me. I also know why this fall caused a lot of damage...I did land on roots. Landing in dirt does not hurt like this did.

So this was well over 10km of joy and certainly 3 days of paralysis.