Let’s talk about Lone Mountain—the hill, the legend, and the quad that defined my legs during my time at USF. Running (fine, speed walking) from McLaren Hall to Lone Mountain in under ten minutes was like competing in an Olympic event. And those stairs? I still don’t know how many there are—I was always too out of breath to count by the time I reached the top.

But once you got there, Lone Mountain made it all worth it….