Yes, the hills from last year were still there.
They are always a bit of a shock since I'm not used to hills at all. Some of those hills I thought it was pretty pointless for me to run since I don't think I was moving any faster than if I was walking, but I kept right on going.
My hill mantra was knees up... knees up.
During my week of running in Missouri I saw two deer. One I saw at the lake and the other at Creve Coeur lake in St. Louis right before heading back to Chicago. I took the path off to the Katy Trail and I swear the doe I saw was hunting.
Maybe my dad told me you work 30% harder running up hills so that's good to know it's not just me. My heart was a beatin when I got to the top (of all of them).
It's weird, in a lot of ways I feel the most myself while running. At both extremes...
I get so excited while exploring. I just let myself be.
While running in Cincinnati I saw the "castle" in the distance, I went up a hill & crossed over so I get to explore it. Sometimes I wonder why I'm not as spontaneous in my regular life as I am when running.
I know I don't know my way around & I know I should retrace my steps back, but I always want to keep exploring. Sometime this takes me through some sketch areas, but I keep following my gut and make it back.
I was able to find my own paths at the lake too. The had a 5k route marked and I took that a day or two, but the other days I just looped around and discovered roads around.
On the other hand, on my tried and true paths in Chicago, I totally zone out! I've been told people see me on the path many times and I never notice them. It's all about me and working things out in my head unconsciously when I'm on that path.
Two different extremes, both equally valuable to my sanity.
p.s. It's always interesting to run in cities that don't seem to see a lot of runners. In Cincinnati two older men literally stopped and cheered me on. Or... I get stared down hardcore.
But anywho seriously, hills Awesome & Awful.
It's weird, in a lot of ways I feel the most myself while running. At both extremes...
I get so excited while exploring. I just let myself be.
While running in Cincinnati I saw the "castle" in the distance, I went up a hill & crossed over so I get to explore it. Sometimes I wonder why I'm not as spontaneous in my regular life as I am when running.
I know I don't know my way around & I know I should retrace my steps back, but I always want to keep exploring. Sometime this takes me through some sketch areas, but I keep following my gut and make it back.
I was able to find my own paths at the lake too. The had a 5k route marked and I took that a day or two, but the other days I just looped around and discovered roads around.
On the other hand, on my tried and true paths in Chicago, I totally zone out! I've been told people see me on the path many times and I never notice them. It's all about me and working things out in my head unconsciously when I'm on that path.
Two different extremes, both equally valuable to my sanity.
p.s. It's always interesting to run in cities that don't seem to see a lot of runners. In Cincinnati two older men literally stopped and cheered me on. Or... I get stared down hardcore.
But anywho seriously, hills Awesome & Awful.
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