I got a little feisty today while I was running. There's a big hill I've been working on conquering and today was THE day. There have been moments all throughout this deal where one day, I thought I was going to die and the next, well, I realized that not only is it possible but it was not even the limit to what I could do. I was running up the hill (granted, I've been running up the HILL for a couple weeks now) and I finally made it all the way to the top without stopping, not even one walked step, AND, the bigger deal, I could keep going even after I made it to the top AND I was able to recover my breathe before the end of my run. Awesome!
Now to the feisty-ness.
The HILL is on one of the main roads in my town and I generally run up it around the time everyone is getting out of work. What does this mean? A lot of cars and people in cars that can see the pink, sweating, spectacle that is me running up the HILL on this road in the scorching heat. Today I was not in such oxygen depravation that I couldn't think about anything but my running so I put my head up and looked around a little.
I kept seeing people in there cars looking at me. Now-I realize I look a little silly out there pounding the pavement and sweating so much, my skin could be melting off. But people had such rude looks on their faces. SO, this is my response--Yes, I am ACTUALLY running, though it may be slow and why don't you try going up this blasted HILL without a gasoline powered motor underneath you. It looks a little different from outside the car. It is a challenge and I am taking it! So THERE!
