Holy Hills, Batman! Good grief, I know I should have run those hills, but it never happened. Well those son of a biscuit eaters were run this morning. Up and up, around a corner and up and around more corners and hills. This is a local race that’s only a half mile from my front door. It was cold that morning. 50°F, but a nice sunny day. I will see about dong this one again. It was my first time.