The Hills are Alive...

...with the sound of panting.

The hill I mentioned previously, Regional Drive, has been used in the past by the high school track team for grueling sprint workouts. It is extremely steep, straight, and, from a painted white arrow at the bottom to the painted white line at the top, measures exactly 200m. It is rather too steep, but we use it nonetheless for off-season conditioning in ultimate. My workout today was:

Stride 100m up, sprint last 100m, jog down.
Upon reaching bottom, immediately sprint 100m up, stride last 100m, jog down.
Upon reaching bottom, immediately stride 100m up, sprint last 100m, jog down.
Upon reaching bottom, immediately sprint 100m up, stride last 100m, jog down.
Rest, two minutes.
Stride 100m up, sprint last 100m, jog down.
Upon reaching bottom, immediately sprint 100m up, stride last 100m, jog down.
Upon reaching bottom, immediately sprint 100m up, stride last 100m, jog down.
Upon reaching bottom, immediately stride 100m up, sprint last 100m, walk down.
Rest, two minutes.
Jog 3mi back home, whereupon I immediately drink copious volumes of water.

I skipped my 3mi run yesterday, and played pickup with the old teammates. It wasn't anything special--I threw some decent hucks, but played no defense whatsoever (partially because I guarded, every point, our best deep). I am also trying to work off the Cold Stone excess from two nights ago--never do a running workout, skip the after-workout meal, and replace it later with a big bowl off ice cream. My body went into some crazy hibernation-state, storing calories like there was a winter ahead, rather than a blistering, humid, 95º summer.