Fast forward a few years and pretend you just earned a time at a qualifying race that awards you a bib # at the Boston Marathon. All is well and you’re happy as a clam. Maybe you even go out for a celebratory pint post race and tell your training war-stories to any lending ear.
Then it hits you. You live in a place that has a similar topographic profile to this area:
Flatter than an opened soda on a warm day. How in the hell are you going to train for a hilly course when the nearest bump in the ground is a plane ride away?
It wont be easy, but it might be fun though (read: different).
PS: This also works when training for a trail race that has vertical gain you do not have access to, along with general cross training.