I decided to come back via Jacob's Ladder again.
Because it scared me so much last time. See above re lighter and fitter. I also seem to be braver (and death shall have no dominion...) because it seems miles shorter and although I can't claim I ran down it, I felt no terror. Then again I did keep my eyes on my feet and my mind on what I was going to do afterwards. Sometimes I think having done something once, you know you can do it again, so the sting is taken out of it.
No shakes either, except the slight tremble of someone who does not regularly stalk down a hillside on a set of stairs. And I was hungry too.
Ask my thighs how much fitter I really am on Sunday and Monday. That's when I think I'll know!
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