|My east coast friends may have the impression that the midwest is flat as a pancake, but I'm here to tell you that is a far cry from the truth. It's fine when you're running along some lovely bluff, but the moment you start to cut across said bluff (and there are a lot of those out here) the terrain turns into a roller coaster.
Add an inch of slippery snow to the incline and a brisk morning jog turns into serious slow going. That's fine though, since I figure I'm still getting the same benefit from being out there, no matter how long it takes me to get up the damn hill.|
And the true workout for me at this point is probably more of a mental one anyway. It hasn't been that long, but already I can barely remember what it was like to be an every day runner. So if I've got the wherewithal to get myself bundled up and out there on what has to be one of the ickiest days of the winter so far, there's hope for me yet.