As I said yesterday, I’m taking my runs off the sidewalks and to the greenways. The one positive thing (or negative, depending on how you look at it), is I’m always running some type of hill. Sure, they aren’t as bad as the hills in Seattle or San Francisco, but sometimes they really do suck. During my 8 mile hilly run today, I mentally wrote a letter telling the hills just what I thought of them. I’d like to share it…
Hills, I love you. I hate you. And I respect you. I love you because when I’m effortlessly bounding down you, you make me feel like I’m a Kenyan. Incredibly fast and incredibly efficient. I hate you because when you present me with an arduous climb, you remind me that I’m not the Kenyan I previously thought. Instead I’m slow and not nearly as strong as I once thought. And I respect you because even though from afar, you make me think holy sh**, when we met face to face, I realize you aren’t that bad. In fact, hills, you really do remind me of life. Amazing when it’s easy, crappy when it’s hard, and a constant reminder that even though it may look insurmountable, it is totally doable. I’m a stronger person because of you.
A soon to be much faster runner
Happy Trails and Happy Running!
Running Update: 8 hilly miles today and now off to restaurant club with my girlfriends. Stats are here.