Never got around to a proper post this week. I contemplated retirement from running and writing rubbish recently. Let me elaborate.
I cycled with a friend of mine a year or 2 ago on a nice fine summer evening. Thanks Miss Ciara. It was a hilly scenic route and we passed the 42 km mark in a few seconds over 2hrs. Leisure cycling with a little effort, (not your head down, arse up, lycra brigade crew.. don't get me started..!), just normal people using a bike. I remarked that when the sub 2hr marathon mark was broken then a person would be running faster than we were cycling. Congrats Sabastian Sawe and fair play but you are killing me man.
So to compensate I took myself to sunnier climes to do a little warm weather training and wonder have I a future in running. Training for what has yet to be decided but at least the intention was there.
Sun, sand, sea, some dubious cocktail selections, some boardwalk runs, some sand dunes, some prayers for a good pair of knees. The future isn't any clearer.
Folks don’t take me seriously as I jest.
Glac bóg an saol agus glacfaidh an saol bóg thú.
Take life fine and easy and life will be fine and easy on you.. The Tailor Buckley. Tailor and Ansty 1942. One of my holiday reading books
#PWR
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