Up to borking myself yesterday it was good. Went for a nice long trail run on Saturday 14km in sho

Cut across the golf course while sprinting across a few of the fairways just waiting to be a human target. Short cut up over the 4th tee and into an old section of trail...which is now not trail any more...woops. Gorse gorse gorse, how i both hate and love thee. Cut my knees to shreds and my lower legs would have been gushing had it not been for my furry matting... reminds me its nearly shaving season :(
Rest of the run took me up and over Howth with 360 degree views of Dublin. Not a cloud in the sky and gorgeous as i was also the only one up on the head. Did the steep section of the IMRA route backwards and then dropped into the valley and went over the second head out

Legs were tired at this stage and dropped down the steep hill at mach 2. Calves were having none of this forefoot running nonsense and told me where to shove it. Next 3km on the road it attempted to rain but sure i kept on trucking on. Got home, shower, food, then watched the Grand National. Carnage. 40 horse enter, 17 horse leave. Like the Thunderdome but better.
Relaxing night over in Andys with the lads, playing Halo3 and eating and talking crap. Ate way to much pizza, and drank a beer or 4...non alcoholic mind you. Good night but long one.
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