roughly 50 ft.

I ran- to the observing eye it was probably a lopsided shuffle but it inside it was my strongest stride ever!

Erin Would Be Proud

My 11 miler today was full of hills.  Not the cute rolling hills, but long stretches of massive inclines.  One after another after another.  I purposefully made the course hard because it was my last double digit run before my thanksgiving half marathon.  Well, around mile 9 I started running up a street I never had before.  I'd driven it, yes, but y'all know incline is totally different on foot.  I turned a corner, realized it was yet ANOTHER crazy long hill.  I stopped.  Looked at the hill. Shook my head and shouted

DAMMIT

then, I strapped on my Erin-hills-are-fun-mojo and ran up that sucker. 

Cussing AND running hills, I truly channeled you today, my friend.