My facebook friends will know that Saturday, I conquered the bane of my existance. "Nickajack."
My run group has lots of pet names for this hill. Nick-a-whack. Nick-a-crack. The beast. Whatever.
The first 1/4 mile is by far the worst of this hill. After a long run on the comet, it's daunting. If you're not careful, you can exert way too much on the first 1/4 mile of the hill, leaving yourself struggling with 2 more miles to the top. Oddly, it's how my group ends every long run after 6 miles.
Until Saturday, I've never ran the full 2.3 miles up the hill. I'd make it a bit and then resolve to 'walk/run' the rest of it. Several people kept saying "Nickajack's mental," but I had a hard time wrapping my head around running the whole thing.
Saturday was hot and so the 9+ miles leading up to Nickajack were just miserable. It was hot. Sweat was dripping off my clothes. I was ready to be d.o.n.e. I got to the bottom and thought, "not this week, for sure."
But, my friend from the bike wreck - she was right there with me. She drug my arse up that hill, breaking it up piece by piece and making it much less...overwhelming...
And I ran every damn step. And I got high fives from everyone waiting for me at the top.
And next week, I'm going to do it all over again.