I just got back from a run up the hill in Burbank. It's 1.5 miles to the top and 1.5 miles back to my apartment. I love this run! I wasn't around a lot of hills back in Michigan - beautiful green winding roads (white in the Winter)? Yes. But hills? No. I love when I get to the top of this hill and look out over Burbank and The Valley. It is a great feeling to get up above everything and look down. It puts things in perspective. It can be very easy to get caught in a routine and for my world to become small. I go here, I go there and then I head back home. Maybe I get away for a trip once or twice a year. But when I get up high and look down, I realize that the things that I would really like to do, the places I would love to explore are all there and it is all possible. It takes work, just like it took work to get to the top of the hill but it is possible and it carries a great reward.