Our hill workouts have been going really well. We've got a nice group who manages to show up at 5:30 am on Tuesdays, and while no one is really awake when we begin, we're all nice and peppy at the end. We've been working our way up to doing a total of eight repeats (we started with four, and increased by one each week), and yesterday was the day we hit eight. I've surprised myself by being able to run all of the repeats each week - I'm a stronger runner than I feel, I guess. That said, I tried to convince Amy that when Julia finished ahead of us, we could cut our workout short by one repeat, but noooooooo, Amy wanted to finish. Sigh. So we did. I'm always glad I did a workout, but I'm not always glad I'm DOING one, if that makes sense. Somehow, I suspect many of my readers do understand those feelings!
As usual, I'll be running with Erica tomorrow morning. We were a bit startled last week during our run, when we heard footsteps approaching us really fast - just as I turned my head to look behind me, thinking it was Jeff (who had started on his run about 10 minutes before us), two college-aged guys blew past us. Which was not a cool thing to do to two women on a darkish street (there were streetlights on, but we weren't under them when this happened). I wish runners would be a little more aware and considerate of other runners as they approach from behind - we weren't wearing headphones and could hear what was going on around us, but these guys came up really fast, and made me feel a little more vulnerable than I would like to admit. At the very least, they could have moved to the other side of the street (this is a subdivision, so the streets aren't wide) instead of coming within inches of us. Even though we were running in a familiar, safe area, as well as not running solo, it brought home to me that unfortunately, we should never get too comfortable with our surroundings when we are out running, and was another reminder that awareness and safety needs to come first - always.