It's Not Walking, It's Transition!

Last night was hills. Ok, singular: one hill, x 1. I have to start hill training all over again. I had started before the Mother's Day 10k, took a week off of hills the week after the 10k, then was out of town last week, trying to run without being blown off the planet by the winds of San Francisco. So, I'm starting over. Wednesdays is hill-training day, so despite blisters (which have had somewhat calmed down), and $#!%@ headache, and 90 degree (F) weather, off I toddled.

The hill is off my running trail, near the 2-mile mark. The recap:
mile one: 10:36
mile two: 10:26
then backtrack about 1/4 mile to get to the hill: 3:49
(And here is where it dawned on me that I am not walking, I am transitioning!!! Sort of like childbirth. Or triathaloning.):
T-1!!!! Walk down steep path to get to the place where I run up the 1/2 mile long hill: 1:28
Run up hill: 5: 15 (Notice new blister developing, in new place ... $#!@!%)
T-2!!!! Walk at top of hill to catch breath: 1:05
Run down hill: 4:40
T-3!!!! Walk back up to trail, sit down, water: 2:33
Run to next mile marker: 1:25
T-4!!! Transition back 1.5 miles: 17:54

Overall: 5 miles in 59:00

Mood: Foul, foul, foul. New blister, plus headache. Am now hobbling.
Today: See podiatrist. Threaten him.