Today I ran up Porter Clough, the usual start of my traditional 'Saturday run' and remembered what a long slog it is. It is very picturesque though.
|Looking downhill, good underfoot|
My route home was via Limb valley where I had to be very careful not to rush and over stride along the easy descents. I walked for a few hundred metres near Whirlow Hall and was home soon after 09:00. Then I found that I'd done a little over 14km (ie more than the plan) but the knee didn't seem to have objected.
There was nothing magical or even evidence-based about the 2km increment so I just have to hope that 14km will be OK.