The short version--the hill won. Every time I head out for a run or even a walk, I am forced to meet the world's meanest hill. Seriously, it hates me. Why else would it slow me down to 15 minutes miles even when I swear my legs are moving as fast as humanly possible? I attempted hill repeats a while ago and nearly cried. Here's what happens at the end of what is supposed be a be a easy rest day stroll with hubs: Collapsed It's ok, still alive If someone knows more about science than me (haha, if you can spell science you know more than me) please invent some sort of transport device to get people to the top of hills. Or...wait. Someone's already done that. {source} Geniuses. Hubs and I went to a local trivia night last night, and had so much fun. We've been going with some new friends for a few weeks now, but I haven't taken a single picture. Why? I'm embarrassed! I don't understand...I can post ridiculous (and unflattering, I might ...
Ultrarunning in Kalamazoo on a ketogenic diet