There is a street at the end of my running route called Ptarmigan. It’s a stupid name and it’s a stupid street. It’s a pretty steep hill and everyday when I get to Ptarmigan, I have to stop and walk while I dry heave. It’s stupid.
Today I decided I’m sick of that hill getting the best of me. The approach to Ptarmigan is downhill. While I was enjoying the leisurely downhill portion, I gathered up my energy and talked myself into conquering the uphill. I had myself convinced I could do it, and just as I turned the corner to become king of the hill, Aika decided it was the perfect opportunity to stop and take a whiz. I yanked on his leash but he didn't budge; he just planted himself further and did his business. I could feel the power leaking out through the bottoms of my feet. Stupid dog, stupid Ptarmigan.
But I didn’t admit defeat. I waited for Aika to finish then I started up the hill. I kept going. And going. And going. Until…I was at the top! No walking, no dry heaving, no defeat. Take that, Ptarmigan.
Best of all, I shaved a whole minute off my time. It’s going to be a good day.
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