Thrill of the Hills

My least favorite part of training is what I seem to be doing more of lately. I'm talking about what most runners seem least enthusiastic about, hill work. I never enjoyed this element of my training because it slows us down while demanding the most of our energies, leaving us often breathless. One of the earliest running routes I had in Shoals Indiana was the Catfish 5k loop that involved a series of steep inclines through a cemetery. It's not that odd that the hills zigzag through a grave yard because I feel closer to death when I run up long steep grades. I exempted myself from hill work for about 2 and half years due to some injuries that would aggravate them whenever a took a shot at Mt. Misery. Now healed though, I can not excuse myself from places that make my heart want to bail out of my chest as my legs burn slowly. While there is an obvious case for not loving this training phase, I am having a change of heart these days. So here are the reasons why I am starting to kinda like hill running: 1) More Routes- Overcoming my reluctance with the hills has opened up new surrounding routes and sights to see. It is nice to truly go cross country because I live on the edge of it anyway. Mixing up the routes not only allows me to see fresh places but keeps me from getting bored by the same streets and mailboxes I've passed for the last 3 years. 2) Mental Sharpness- You don't have to think nearly as much about running when you gliding along a relatively flat terrain but when you are leaning into a mountain, you can't help but thinking about the obvious. On the hill there are times when a little voice says "STOP & REST." The hills are where you have to shout back "NO, I CAN REST WHEN I GET HOME." You are forced to focus on breathing and form and getting to the top. When I conquer a big hill I notice the little hills that raised anxiety in the past only become laughable and this is when you realize the muscles of your mind are more developed. 3) Uptempo Running Benefits- Another nice take away from the hill comes after you get to the top. I have discovered it is a lot easier to pick up the pace on the flats because the exertion of moving faster is nothing compared to the effort of a 5% grade. 4) Better Lungs- One of the things a hill will do is test your condition level. When I first ran hills, I felt like a fire breathing dragon that wheezed like I had pneumonia. It seemed to take just as long to get back to normal breathing as the time it took to scale the summit. What I find these days as that while it still demands a lot of wind to get to the top that it takes less time regain my breath. This fact takes away some of the dread I once felt for hills. I would still prefer the flat course of Chicago's marathon over Akron's but at least it's good to know while the hills may never become my favorite part of running, I can see its benefits more clearly now.

Late Autumn Night Run

I have been to three straight Tuesday night runs with the Mansfield Y-Club and the weather has been extraordinary each time out. To run this late in the fall under the stars in 50-60 degree weather is a God-sent gift that I wouldn't want to waste. I know these warm rare nights will soon fade and be greatly missed but for now it feels like summer in overtime! I wasn't sure how many would come out when the time change took away our daylight but surprisingly the participation is great. I'm really enjoying meeting new runners along the route. It's nice to come home feeling so revived after a 4 miler... especially when a big bowl of homemade soup is waiting for me when I arrive! Here's hoping for another pleasant Tuesday night under a star-lit sky!

1st Long Distance Runner

Mr. Teed was the first long distance runner I ever saw take to the roads. That was almost 40 years ago, in the high hills not far from the Susquehanna River known as the southern tier in Vestal New York. At the time I was living with my aunt & uncle on Underwood Road. One of his sons was my class mates and so my guess is Mr. Teed was probably 35-40 at the time. I was blown away by this man who ran up our steep road quite religiously, with what seemed little effort. As a nine year old kid, I was amused that an older man would run long distances when he didn't have too. I was impressed by his toughness and self-discipline. He was obviously very fit and as he ran by he'd smile and wave and so I was taken back by the fact that he seemed to enjoy it even. This spectacle unfolded long before long distance running was popular and before marathons could be found nearly every weekend of the year. It was a time when seeing a runner on the roadways was an anomaly. So today I went for a long distance run out in the country. I ran some roads that made me think of Mr. Teed. I sure didn't understand the pleasure he derived from taking on steep roads when I was 9 years old. Today, I think I have a better understanding of his passion for running far in remote places of Broome County. I wonder if he still runs and I wish I could ask him why he started it in the first place. In all likelihood I will probably never know, but I think back on the sight of a silhouette slowly rising up over a quiet country road. It's strange the thoughts that pop in a runners head when he's running on the edge to nowhere.