On Saturday I ran the longest I have ever run up the biggest hill I've ever ran.  It was the first long run of my training, and because I took a wrong turn towards the beginning, it fell just short of the 8 miles I thought I was running thought I was running.  I've already marveled over the fact that I'm running wicked far, so I can't really repeat that theme.  So instead, I'll marvel over how easy it was.

The second mile of my run included Corey Hill, or Summit Ave in Brookline.   When I told Stefanie this, she looked at me kind of funny.  I'm not going to pretend as though it didn't immediately occur to me when I turned onto to it didn't seam like a really stupid idea.   Before my run, I read this guy's blog about how Boston's hills are nothing to complain about and while running up that hill I thought a lot about him ridiculing Heartbreak Hill, calling it a pimple and about the elevation profile of the Pike's Peak marathon. 

When I reached the top and started my way down towards Beacon Street, I realized I wasn't exhausted and my legs wouldn't be useless for the next hill which came about 3 miles later.  How could this be? The simple answer is that I had prepared for it.  I've been averaging roughly 15 miles a week for the past year and apparently adding a little incline apparently isn't as bad or scary as I thought it would be.  A slightly more complicated answer could be that I stopped allowing myself to be psyched out by the hype of this race and allowed myself to just run and enjoy it.