Ok, I admit it. I love running hills. Yes I'm one of *those* people that spout the "hills are speedwork in disguise" quote as well as my tried and true favorite "let's make that hill our bitch". Don't get me wrong, a flattish race rocks for getting personal bests but for training I love me some hills. And when I say hills, I mean the real thing, not those soul-sucking, mojo-stealing, what the heck is wrong with me, why am I going so slow, goes on forever false flats.
No, I want the real thing. Something that goes up and you're staring at it wondering who's gonna win, you or that hill. And there's such a charge as you near the apex....lungs burning, breath hitching, legs aching. Nearer and nearer and you're wondering am I gonna make it? Is this hill my bitch? Or is it gonna make me slow and falter until I finally concede that it's the master as I walk the remaining distance? Today I won the battle of wills, didn't let my mind tell me I couldn't, convinced those legs to keep churning, made those lungs hurt just that wee bit more. And what a gorgeous place to do so, only traffic I encountered was crossing over Hwy 50. Cows, birds, squirrels, trees, and the sun were my companions. Absolutely fantastic.
I did stop to take a photo of a cemetery...y'know the whole life vs death contemplation business. Highly overrated if you ask me (the contemplation part that is). Plus I was wondering if I'd survive the hills back, lol. Note that I said hills, not mountains...that's a whole other ballgame that I've yet to tackle.
Sooo.............. what WAS your breakfast of choice this morning?