Most days the hill leaves me breathless and not in a good way. It challenges me in a way that reminds me of my inadequacies. If hills could talk, I’m sure it has been conversing with the breeze and asking it to be quiet, “Give her a moment of silence. I want the only breath she hears to be her own. It helps her remember that taking a hill is hard and hot and to hold a hill, she must have persistence”
I never face the hill first.
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