Written by Meira Minard Meira Minard

October 25, 2010

It was a wonderfully mild late October day with not a single freak ice storm in sight as Jim Moore, Jonathan Thurley, Bob Cornwall, John Domico, Tom Cali, and Esther Prins (girl-power--YAY!) headed out for Hillville.  Everyone was thoroughly excited about rededicating themselves to the pursuit of Hillyness after too many weeks of marathon and MTB distraction, as evidenced by remarks such as "She's not really going to make us do hills today"...and "Five Guys Burgers and Fries is two blocks that way."  You should have seen the way they took off for Rocky Top--I actually had to remind them to "save some for the hills" at one point.  I thought a few might actually cry when I told them we were only going to do four repeats.  Especially a freshly man-scaped Cali, who, after a month of marathon, Mountainback, and Californication, claimed that he needed to get back to some serious training.  As long as that training doesn't involve trails or heavy schweating.   Anyway, Rocky Top lived up to her name, forcing several runners to miss precious hill training time while they extracted rocks from their shoes.  Darn those pesky pebbles!!  I have to confess, seeing the group doubled-over and gasping for breath at the top of each hill made me realize just how rewarding the job of hill queen can be. It's a feeling that can't be expressed by a "terrain factor" or measured by a GPS. It can't be derived, normalized, or standardized. Perhaps my feelings would best be expressed by a monologue from some obscure after school special starring Kristy McNichol......