Yesterday, I earned my first Tiffany's necklace. I've bought them before, but this time I ran 13.1 miles to get it. I ran with 30,000 other people over some of the most cringe worthy hills of any race I can think of. LA has hills, but there is something about that corner of San Francisco that makes those hills unique. I'm learning that running, while physically taxing, will at some points become more mental than physical. There are points when running up those hills, surrounded by the pack of 30,000 runners, that you can't see the top of the hill; it looks like it goes on indefinitely, and it definitely feels that way. Luckily, the LA marathon is in LA and not San Francisco, making it significantly flatter. Conquering the hills was a good step in building the ability to tough through 26.2 miles of Los Angeles, now I just have to get on my constantly delayed flight do get back to LA and keep training.