Kurt and I ran 12.5 miles early this morning, including 5 miles in the F Street Hills, the rolling terrain between about 172nd Street and 204th Street. Most of the running, especially the 7.35 miles around Lake Zorinsky was at an easy pace, but we worked the hills pretty hard.
I noticed something about the hills. Running down a hill isn't that much easier than running on level ground. Running up a hill is tough.
I think life may be that way as well. We don't notice or enjoy times of peace and rest, but the struggles can be a bit overwhelming. I guess the lesson is this: work the uphills with determination and know at the top of the hill is the best view and a downhill to enjoy.