After standing at a festival for two days I should have took a nice relaxing bike trip. But I decided to run first and then consider the bike. I needed to tackle my hill route again.

At the bottom of the hill there was a group of 3 runners in a club which I tried to keep pace with but as soon as the steep bit started it was avhängd for me. I could still see them but they had the power uphill. They kept on the road but I headed over to the hill of death and my 5km löpspår for a truly horrific climb today. But this time I kept running and was still out of breath because just when I was almost back it was time for another hill. Even in the downhill part in the middle I was feeling alive and that was just in time for the next death hill up to the highest point of the lap.

I was barely managing this time but I did not stop, ever. Compared to last week I kept a decent pace downhill and that meant I had a nice vomitkänsla when it flattened out a bit but somehow I pushed on and kept up the pace to make a beautiful sprint. This was massive!