Hill hell

I decided to run Friday afternoon after work, considering that I knew Saturday’s forecast involved cold rain. It was a relatively mild day, and I got home from work around 4:30, so I went for a run across the 40th Street Bridge and back. The run has great views of the Allegheny River and Downtown.

Conveniently, I forgot how hilly this run is, especially on the way back. This is the bottom of the most killer hill:

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I’m proud to say that I ran 5/6ths of the hill (I ended up ‘hiding’ behind a parked school bus and walking partway.) However, it really sapped my energy for the rest of my run, and impeded my walking – my tibialis anterior muscles on both shins are still aching on Sunday night! During the run, though, I remembered one of my favorite Psalms, and it helped. It’s one of the most comforting and reassuring Psalms out there, so enjoy!

Psalm 121: 1-8

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills– where does my help come from? 2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. 3 He will not let your foot slip– he who watches over you will not slumber; 4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. 5 The LORD watches over you– the LORD is your shade at your right hand; 6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. 7 The LORD will keep you from all harm– he will watch over your life;8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.


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