Take the Hill

At the end of my running route, there's a short hill. And I do mean short, and not very steep. It's a hill, though, and when you're old and slow like me, it might as well be a mountain. The nice part is there's a split in the road that gives you the option to stay level.

Last night, like most nights, I turned into the hill. When I got home, my wife asked how my run was.

"It sucked."

I was slow, stiff and hurting.

Felt good to take the hill, though.

Please don't be fooled. I'm no fitness influencer or athlete. I slog through a few miles because I like the sweat, I know it's good for me and it clears my mind. I never regret going out for a run, and I never regret taking the (super small incline) hill.

Cheers to the runners. And to every little hill that feels like a mountain.