Windy Hill

I love running hills. I eat hills for breakfast. But the hill I ran up this morning was particularly windy. I was blown away. Literally. The wind was angry and the hill was long and steep. I was being pushed to the right, to the left, to the front, to the back (tootsie roll). Out of breath, heart pounding, legs like jello, I pushed on and reached the top of the hill. I stopped, put my hands on my hips and breathed in the cool air. I thought to myself, "whew, that was a WINDY HILL." Then I looked up and noticed the appropriately named road I just ran up...