Hills, hills, everywhere there are hills!! If I go left out my driveway, the first mile is 80% uphill. If I go right, it’s a bit easier the first mile, but then the hills start.
The last few years, I let the hills intimidate me. It’s one reason–a large reason–why I never got past a couple of miles. I would walk up the first hill and run from the top going out the left. My excuse was that it was exactly half a mile from the driveway at the top to the tar of the next road. And the hill I dubbed the Mountain (Blinn would be the Mountain, .98 mile of up, up, up, a little flat to tease you and up some more), I never conquered that. Until last year.