Today, I decided to do a long run on my own road. I’m kind of “over” the 45 minute drive down to the trail to run a long way out and a long way back before having to drive 45 sweaty minutes back home. Soooo… I decided to go all the way to the end of the road. Now let me explain, the end of the road is only 2 miles away, and the first mile is a no-brainer. It’s the second mile where things get tough. Half of that second mile is what I call “The Hill of Doom,” because it SUCKS. The second half consists of a stupidly steep hill. I’ve never actually made it to the top of that hill. I’ve made it half-way up, though, and I call that “Butt Crack Mountain,” because when it’s graphed on Smashrun, it looks like a giant butt crack. Today, I made it to the top and down the other side. I hit the end of the road and stepped on the white line of the state highway.
And then I turned around and realized that I had to go back up and down that stupid hill before tackling the “Hill of Doom.” Luckily, there was only one way home, so I did it! That put me at 4 miles when I saw my mailbox, and I kept going! I ended up clearing more than 7 miles today!
I was SO proud of myself for actually making it to the end of the road! I don’t know when, if ever, I’ll do it again – it was REALLY hard! But I did it!