There are lots of ways to get in awesome shape. Prowler pushes, bike intervals, body weight complexes, battling ropes – they all work. But nothing matches the energy and the mental challenge of sprinting up a huge hill.
The hill looks down at you, laughing. Mocking you. Daring you to conquer it. There’s a certain happy anxiety – a feeling of being alive – when you first step up to the bottom of the hill. When’s the last time you felt that way stepping onto the treadmill?
There’s something pretty primal and badass about being outdoors, no equipment, no TVs, no juice bars or other nonsense that you get at a lousy commercial gym.
The days are getting shorter and colder. If you’ve never experienced the sweet agony, the pleasure and…
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