Parked at the chain on the abandoned railway line, then ran in to the Mizzy Lake Trail. 'Bent now has a full-fledged cold, so I led the whole way in order to keep the pace down. *Way* down. My theory is that the Mizzy Lake Trail was designed by an evil person who hates trail runners. There are long sections with slippery, off-angle tree roots standing up 20-30 cm off the ground, positioned about 30 cm apart. Then there are all the slick rocks and slimy, slanted boardwalks. Phew - it's a fun trail, but you can't take your eye off your feet for long, which is too bad because the deciduous forest in particular was spectacular today!
I had one bad skid that wrenched my bad knee, which has been bothering me over the past week. I thought I might have to switch to walking/limping, but the pain mostly subsided within five minutes of light running. Fingers crossed that that was the end of it, but I wouldn't bet money.