Hills, hills, hills

Hills, hills, hills

When I was living in the West Village, I ran on the west side of Manhattan. Flat. Flat flat flat. Flat as the eye could see. Somehow all this flatness didn't register with me until I was training for my first marathon, which required things like "hill repeats." 

I ignored these workouts.

Of course, this made races in Central Park much, much harder than necessary. Cat Hill and the rolling Harlem Hills weren't just intimidating, they were excruciating. But that still didn't convince me to seek out hills during my weekly runs.

And then I moved to Brooklyn. 

Now I'm exactly 1.07 miles from Grand Army Plaza and the borough's lovely Prospect Park, which is decidedly not flat. There's a splendid little half-mile (or I actually don't know how long it is) hill, and we've become great friends over the last year.

I'm a hill convert.

Maybe it's because I enjoy hitting the tippy-top after a long slog, and then flying down the other side. Or maybe it's because it's satisfying to sprint up and jog down. I don't know. But now I like 'em! And there are plenty of reasons why you should, too, as outlined in my latest article for SHAPE magazine: 9 Reasons Why Every Runner Needs to Do Hill Training. Big thanks to running coach Sean Fortune for the excellent advice.

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