A couple of weeks ago I wrote about an awful (and very humbling) 7 miler that I had. There is a huge hill by our house that Beeker and I call “the widowmaker,” because it is such a beast. During that 7 miler, the widowmaker definitely got the best of me. Even though it was not a good run, I learned that I need to make sure that I am properly fueling for my runs and am able to pace myself. I wrote about the run here. I finished the run in 1:06:18, but felt completely trashed.
Ever since then, I have avoided the widowmaker. It got in my head. Nope, I did not want to do it again. Last week I ran *past* the hill, and avoided looking at it- as if somehow it “knew” that I was intimated by it- I felt like it was taunting me. So silly.
Well, today I had 7 miles on the books and was lucky enough to be able to run in beautiful 75 degree weather. I laced up my shoes and thought- widowmaker- I’m coming for ya. I was determined to take back that hill and make it mine.
And I did.
7 miles done in 1:01:57.
Vindicated- and it feels good!