“We made that hill our bitch,” Sophie exclaimed. “Hell yes we did,” Everly said. “Sophie, you’re right.” I looked up, ignoring the data offered by my watch. “We did make that hill our bitch.” Nora raised her fist into the air and whooped. Trust your instincts. “Forget the plan,” I said. “Are we all feeling good?” A chorus of yeses rose up around me. Not just from my friends, but from runners nearby. “Then let’s make this race our bitch.”
