I live in the hills of Eugene. It means that whenever I leave the house, walking, riding, running, however, I can be pretty sure I'll be working hard to get back home. There is no coasting home.
In Arlington, while Columbia Pike did have a pretty good hill near the military barracks, once you got past that, you were pretty good to go as far as a nice calm flat-to-downhill home. Clearly, I had no idea how spoiled I was.
Today, the plan called for a 1 hour swim and a 1 hour run. My plan was to get home right about 5, run, eat a snack, head to the pool, and swim.
That was before M called via Facetime. It's so rare to get to see him in real time, and he found a strong wifi signal, so we could really talk today. It was after 6 when I finally left the house. I got home around 7:20PM. The pool is about 20 minutes away and closes at 8:30PM. The swim wasn't going to happen.
Best laid plans and all that.
However, I can't really fuss. This is the elevation profile of where I ran.