Has anyone ever been outside and encountered rolling hills?
Since I got into running I've always heard the term rolling hills, but today I truly understood what that term meant. By my definition, rolling hills are a series of hills that pop up one after another. They're not big hills, but the repetitiveness can cause agony.
As I was rolling through the hills on my run today, I realized that rollers are a lot like life. The route I ran today was new. I had driven this route hundreds of times, but I had never run it and the hills didn't seem too cumbersome in a car. On feet though...COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY.
So why are rolling hills like life?
There was a series of six significant rollers in a row today that I dealt with on my run. Each hill varied in ascent and descent, but the combination of the six made for a pretty good workout. The first hill I climbed was a short steep burst where my legs felt some fatigue. I was so happy when I reached the top to relieve my lungs and legs. When I got to the top it was completely flat and I felt comfortable, but before I knew it I was descending and then climbing again. This time I hit a small roller and I knew I could get up it with ease because of how I ascended the prior hill.
After I got to the top of the second hill I began thinking about life. I had reached the flow state of my run which usually takes me a couple miles, but this is when my mind begins to detach from my body and nothing really bothers me. The best part about the flow state is that I have my daily blog thoughts during this time.
The first roller represented a difficulty dealt by life. It was hard, but temporary. I got to the top and and I felt a sense of achievement and relief, but this was short-term because life was throwing me another hill before I even had time to truly enjoy the flat pavement. I thought about the previous hill and realized that the next difficulty that I would face would be easy. I had pushed through a harder hill than this and that experience made me defeat this next roller with a blink of an eye.
The next three rollers were similar, but towards the end of my run I hit the biggest hill of the day. I could've taken an alternate flatter route, but I made the decision to climb the big hill. Once I got to the top I felt proud that I took the path of greatest resistance. Now I was cruising downhill to the finish and the thoughts of life popped into my head again.
I didn't think there was going to be a steep hill to finish off my run. I thought I had already encountered the toughest hill of the day, but I was wrong. A lot of times we think there's no possible way that life can hit us any harder, but then the unexpected roller hits and you have to find a way to overcome that next obstacle.
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