It's the Climb

I woke up this morning only partially motivated for a run. Definately a decrease in excitement from yesterday. I'm not sure why, I think because there were some threatening rain clouds hovering.

I got ready routinely and headed out. I had decided yesterday that today I was going to try a new loop of 4.49 miles with a huge ass hill in the middle of it. Every time I drive on this hill, I question whether or not I could conqure it on foot. Today I found out.

My jog began as usual, half mile warm up, light steady pace, I did stop to stretch when I really didn't feel I needed a break, I just wanted to stretch before I hit the hill. I took one more walking break right before the hill in preparation (and fear), and I faced the beast head on. My legs worked HARD to pull my ass up that hill, but I wasn't feeling defeated until about ten feet from the top. A sudden rumble in my tummy turned quickly from a burp to a...burp plus.

Yes, I heaved. Ten feet from where the hill starts to level out. I stood in the shoulder and upchucked all the water and juice I had consumed earlier this morning.

But this did not discourage me! I took a few moments to compose myself, and walked down the other side of the hill. Then jogged it out all the way home. My jog was slow, probably slower that it could have been, but I was moving my feet and that's all that counts.

I plan to defeat that hill next week. All the way to the top, no fear, no heaving. It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.