At the 5K I jumped into last Friday, my quads issued a stern reminder that if you don’t use your ability to run hills, you lose it (and those hills only equaled a total elevation gain of 272 feet—yikes!). My natural next step? Register to run the hilliest race I know of on my birthday, of course!
I won’t be racing the Capitol Hill Classic 10K by any means—6.2 miles is still the upward range of my “long” runs, and the hill for which it’s named is a killer even in the best circumstances. But we don’t get any better by practicing that which we’re already good at, do we?