I'd like to thank the stair master and the rowing machine

I ran 5.6 miles today. (After I woke up at 10am.) There's a part of my ran that is particularly challenging. It's a big hill, usually into the wind, and it comes at about mile 5. Usually I walk it. Even last year when I ran hills a lot to prepare for the milk run this particular hill kicked my butt. Today I thought I would just go up it a little ways, until I got uncomfortable and then stop. So I started running up the hill. And then I got a little higher. Higher. And then the hill was done. My little legs just pulled me right up that hill. I credit the stair master.