Awful Weather, Lovely Run.

Not a pretty sight, after taking a battering by the sea!

Sometimes the worst of weather can make for the best of runs.  I stopped off at Salthill on the way home from work this evening to do my favourite Mutton Island run, on an evening when the Atlantic was spraying all those who tread too close.  And I loved it.  In fact, I loved it so much that I defied her will by cutting out on to the causeway heading towards the lighthouse, while spray spluttered all about.

An overboard look from the Mutton Island causeway.

I was wet for sure, but it was a refreshing kind of dampness!  All in all I ran about four miles this evening, but it was probably as good as 10!