The Best Run in the World. Ever.

You inland runners can go for a Burton as far as I'm concerned, for there is no greater joy known to running man than a 5mile leisurely along the Galway prom, with the Atlantic Ocean roaring you on, the Burren and the Aran Islands keeping and eye out for you and the buzz of walkers and strollers at every twist. And so it was yesterday evening, with a couple of hours to spare after work and before a 'come dine with me' dinner date with Rónán and Máirín, that I togged out to run along this famous stretch. There was a time when I used to sneak off for a quite pint after work - paper under the oxter and a solid excuse at the ready (yes I do know that my wife also reads this blog but trust me, she only laughs at my stupidity), however, these days I resort to sneaking in a 'run'. It was a touch misty yesterday but with no real wind it was a lovely day for it. I started at the mid-way prom point, ran out as far as the gates of Mutton Island Lighthouse, doubled back, did a loop of South Park, returned to my car and then headed in the other direction. A little over five miles (I mentally calculate - no garmin, I will explain why in another blog!). It feels good to be getting a few runs in again following the bug from hell. A word about our 'come dine with me' experience - this Máirín woman is a ridiculously good cook and has raised the bar for next Wednesday's event, where I am host. Time to get sneaky with chinese takeaway?