255: hills

I am not a fan of running in Brookings. Every direction I go there are hills. And not just little hills. They are either short and crazy steep or they are gradual but really long. Literally, every direction. There is no such thing as an "easy" run for me here. They all hurt. I don't REALLY like running anyway, I love the atmosphere of races and I like the feeling AFTER I run, but I'm not much of a fan of the actual training. But here's my positive spin on this little situation we're in: the hills are going to make me stronger and when I get back to Eugene, which is about as flat as they come, running will seem easy. At least that's what I tell myself.