I had just completed a nice three miler and was walking back into the house when I decided to take a few twigs from the briar patch, to help start a fire later that evening. Note to self: never do this in a pair of shorts! As bad luck would have it my laces got caught in the briars and I fell head over heals, tearing my legs on the briary ground. What a mess!
The run itself had been lovely - in beautiful April weather. Everyone seemed to be out and about - either walking or working, or in my case running! I passed Margaret who was out washing her windows, Pádraic and Ciarán chatting on the roadside and Máire Nan taking the air on one of her daily walks. Smiles on faces... a spat of good weather can really work wonders.
I huffed and puffed again - this was only my second run this week and it is proving to be a tough comeback. But, glad was I when I finished up.
This morning I got out for a four miler - my legs still stinging from the briary scrapes. It was a bit colder and overcast, but it was still a gorgeous day for a run. I was happy to add a mile to my recent plodding. And I felt a small bit better than I did either yesterday or Monday. If tomorrow is fine I hope to get out to climb Ireland's most famous reek - Croak Patrick, with the bould McGowan. Now that's something to look forward to!
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