My brother Kevin joined me on a good five mile run in Seanféistín this evening. The place was full of sheep let wild on the hillside and the evening was perfect for running. Kevin, who only a few short months ago couldn't run much at all, was flying fit! The beauty of Seanféistín is that it has great scenery, good tough inclines and then it will gift you with a solid downhill run all the way home.
We stopped at the brow of the second incline for a minute to take a photo or two, just to catch the moment... this is the first time that I've run with a camera in my pocket and was surprised that it didn't bother me at all.
We ran at a decent, conversational pace, which was great all the way.
Pictured: There he is, Kevin himself, with both thumbs pointing skyward in that famous Connemara picture pose. According to folklore, the first camera to ever reach the area was greeted with a thumbs down, which caused the camera man and his entire British entourage to storm off and send the Red Coats in to sort out the peasant upstarts who had caused such offence. Grain and livestock were confiscated until an apology was forthcoming. Therefore, ever since, through pure fear of losing grain and livestock, the average Connemara Joe sticks both thumbs straight up at the sight of a camera. (Of course this and many other versions of Irish history is pure hogwash!).
Distance: 5
Route: Seanféistín
Pace: Conversational.
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