Hill Sprints Are The Devil....
This entry was posted on 2/15/2007 12:41 AM and is filed under uncategorized.
I believe that I have turned a corner (in much the same fashion that a 18-wheeler would take a hairpin turn at 50 mph).
I am no longer afraid to run in public!
I absolutely
HATED venturing outside during the daylight (mainly due to all the slack-jawed onlookers). It is clear that they don't believe I'm running for my own health. As a matter of fact,
I'm surprised the cops haven't been alerted yet as somebody of my "stature" has probably stolen something and is trying to make a slow getaway.Last night, I attacked a very-public incline that resembles Heartbreak Hill during the Boston Marathon.
Before this journey started, I tried walking up the hill and had to turn back about 1/2 up. Flat out thought I was going to die.
But this time,
I destroyed the hill. I didn't stop once. It didn't even matter that it was about 8 degrees outside.
I've found it is a lot easier to pick an object, run to it, and then picking another object and trying not to die getting there. I just keep chipping away.
And I'll let you in on a little secret...There's a bright neon sign about 3/4 of the way up the hill that reads
"DELI" like a picturesque vision from the Gods above.
And I'll let you in on another secret...
I've never been closer to shoving somebody into oncoming traffic.
I was running with this guy and he kept on shouting at me with what he thought was encouragement. WRONG. Oh what crazy impulses run through your mind when you're breaking out of your comfort zone. Pretty amazing stuff.
A few more miles down and a couple hundred left to go...