Big Ron and I took to the bog last week for a rare run together. Rare because we are both rare runners these days, unfortunately. We trotted shy of four miles in the most beautiful country known to God - the bogs of Seanamhach! Ron isn't feeling the best lately - after several good years of cycling and running he's finally hit a wall of constant weariness. I'm not that great either, but I know my good year is just around the corner...
The underfoot terrain on Seanamhach is gravelly and potholes are to be avoided, but on the positive side it feels like you are running on a massive sheet of rubber, it being pure peat. The views out here are spectacular - and it feels like human existence is a foreign thing.
We finished our run determined to make it a weekly calendar fixture. The week has come and gone though.... Beidh lá eile ann.