There's this hill.
We won't name names, but it's a certain hill that starts right around mile 2.5 on the Supervictory ATL chapter morning route. Now this hill is, to put it diplomatically, a motherfucker. It is long, it is steep and it is merciless. And lately some of us (again, no names) have been avoiding this beast.
Maybe it's the fact that even at 7am it's already 80 degrees in this part of the country. Maybe it's the sense of entitlement that comes from just recently having gotten back to full strength after some nagging injuries. Maybe it's just plain laziness. Whatever the reason, we've been avoiding this hill.
And the more we avoid it, the larger it looms.
One of these days, we say to ourselves, we're gonna have to buck up and run the thing. One of these days, we're gonna have to go to bed an hour earlier, and put a little extra peanut butter on our pre-run bagel, and maybe even carry a bottle of water with us. But one of these days, we will have to run up this hill.
That day came today.
And guess what, it wasn't anywhere near the beatdown that we'd been dreading.
We simply took it easy, and tried not to think about it. And when the time came when we could've turned away, we didn't. We just looked at each other and nodded.
We ran the hill. And now it doesn't loom quite as large.
Running the hill took it down a notch from myth status, and made it real.
Running makes it real.
-SV
