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By the time I got to the bottom of the hill, my legs were like jelly. And not in a good way.

I rested for a while on the beach, after giving the pup cool water on her belly. I thought a rest might help. But after I did the two loops around the copse, I knew better than to try to come up.

hobbitt rescued me, just like he did 17 years ago. Only this time it was from an uphill climb, and not from loneliness or my own poor decisions.

Don't worry that I'll give up. The leg that was weakest is the good one, the one I haven't been doing the exercises with. And that tells me what I need to do next.