I literally have no hills at all where I live. There is a construction site across the street from the running store where I used to work. It is called "Mt. VRC" (Valley Running Company) The running classes practice hills there. If we visit our son, I make a point of running in his 'hood because he has a nice collection of gentle hills. A few times I have run at my DIL's work, a running store in downtown Austin, and they run all the hills you could ever want and then some. It's great, but because of traffic, much of the running has to happen early, which means in the dark. I had a good 18-miler there two weekends ago, but dang! I was really, REALLY slow, and I'm going to blame it on the darkness (mostly)
We're going this weekend to house sit for them while they go to a trail race at Davis Mountains State Park. DH is bringing his bike and we will workout together on a paved trail near where they live that has enough hills and we can start closer to sunrise. I'll miss having others to run with, but
it's a cutback for me anyway. My advice for hills? Runners often resort to using "batman arms" swinging them across the body instead of using them to pull upward, so my advice is to pump forward with your arms!
Today's workout: Ups: got in another 10 miles that was harder than it should have been. We stayed out late playing trivia -- and finally WINNING for once. We are the most consistent 3rd place finishers ever, so last nights victory was particularly sweet
Downs: getting up and heading out the door this morning --
I'm sure fatigue had a lot to do with it, but it was really hard finding 10 miles in the 'hood today
. Seemed like I was looping around all over the place and not making much progress :annoying:
Bonus: Hilliest overall was probably Paavo Nurmi in Wisconsin. The elevation chart looked like an EKG
One that I found surprising was the San Diego Marathon and its nasty-ass two-mile long hill from mile 19-21 that was on a closed freeway, concrete surface and no damn cover from the sun
I'm still amazed that a city as beautiful as San Diego, the mother ship of the Rock-n-Roll marathon series, couldn't find a better route.