Hubs and I got up this morning, changed quickly and were out the door by 5:25am. The hill takes about five minutes to walk down to the bottom from where our house is, and we wanted to start at 5:30am on the dot. Here's a pic of the hill from where our street is, which is only about two thirds of the way up...the hill actually keeps going and winds itself into a cul de sac which curves and ends up just behind our house. This monster is long and steep. Have I set the scene for you yet?
Somehow, we did this thing three times to where the picture was taken. Baby steps, folks. Each time we were able to make it up farther without having to stop, but we had to break this mofo into three chunks to be able to finish. And poor Hubs, he doesn't do hill work ever....he was panting so hard I kept asking him how he was doing to make sure he was OK. He did pretty awesome though, but when I talked to him during the day, he did mention he was really tired. Ooops.
So how am I feeling? I'm not gonna lie...I'm a little bit stiff. OK, a lot stiff. But I kinda liked it...it was an intense but short workout and I like that. One day when I'm super kick ass fit like Jillian Michaels, I want to run non-stop from the bottom all the way to the very top of the hill where the street ends. Then my life will be complete. Heh.
Tomorrow...30 minute tempo on the treadmill.