This hill makes up about a 1/4th of my run, there are no trees here to shield me from the harsh sun, and it's the last part of my trip. As treacherous and seemingly never-ending as this hill is, I usually run it almost all the way up, only having to slow to a trot near the end of it. Today, however, I couldn't even make it half way. I began to feel crazy stitches in my side and my calves and thighs were tightening up and burning like crazy. I quickly admitted defeat and began to power-walk the rest of the way up like a loser. BLAAAH.
Here is one of my all-time favorite commercials (inspired me to start running, actually):
If this ever happens to me in real life, I hope the killer is not chasing me uphill.