Hill Training!

This morning marked week #2 for what I think I'll call "Bunker Hill Boot Camp Hill Training" with my friend Beth.
The two of us crawled out of bed at 5:30am and met on the dark, freezing streets of Charlestown to torture ourselves with hill repeats. Well, actually we kind of love it, but using the word torture makes us seem even more hard core.
I tried taking a picture of the killer hill (Bunker Hill Street) on my way to work this morning and the result is above. Due to blinding sun, you can't really see the whole thing, but you get the idea. We run to the top, where that church steeple is, and back down again. For about an hour.
We're kickass, hard as nails, don't-mess-with-us bad asses.
Well, at least we feel that way when we're done. Hills #7 and 8 aren't so kickass or badass. Just numbass and ache-ass.
But if you're going to conquer Heartbreak Hill, you've got to train for it.
One step at a time, one hill at a time.....