I’ve probably run up that hill 1000 times in my lifetime, considering it’s one of 2 ways to re-enter my neighborhood and considering I’ve been running regularly since I was 14. The memories strung together in the film in my head as I bust up Bibury are the following:
*running into swarms of gnats in the humid Ohio August weather during high school cross country training
*chasing E or C up the hill
*being chased by E or C up the hill
*doing hill repeats after a shot of vodka and a nurse’s phone call in June verifying that I had mono my senior year in college
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