Weekend hills.

The longish run was not so long (5.6miles), but it was extra hilly. Ever since my big "Aha!" with the arms, I've been pumping them hard up the hills and the difference it has made to my runs has been significant. I've always enjoyed my hills and now the enjoyment is kinda outta hand. Good thing I live smack-dab in the middle of Hillville*.

I came home, stretched, showered, did some work and then headed outside to weed. What I really felt like doing, however, was a little of this:

Or even a little of this:
But I was productive instead.

Unlike Chili.


*Not, like, for real. It's just v. hilly here. That's all.