Jeanne told me I'd take the hill like it was ... buttah. I don't know what that means exactly, but I like the sound of it!
So I drove out to cousin D's house this morning, which is 2 doors down from White Rock's mile marker 21. Her husband R. is going to run the last 5 miles with me, and we both went out to take a closer look at this hill between mile 20 and 21.
We ran the marathon route backwards from 21 to 20 to about 19.5, wandering through an old Dallas neighborhood down to the edge of White Rock Lake. On the elevation chart, the hill looked like it headed straight up unrelentingly over the course of a mile. In reality, it's a series of small inclines spread out over about a mile and a half. They didn't look or feel too bad, but I'm sure the sensation will be different on race day after 19.5 miles in the bag.
We ran 3 miles out and back, and then I went out to run it again by myself for another 3 miles. Mile 4, mostly downhill, was covered in 9:27, which was over my 9:09 race pace and ticked me off a bit. On the way back, mile 6, mostly uphill, was buttah'd in 8:53. Jeanne, you're a genius!