Following my longest absence from running in years (over two months), I took to the roads yesterday evening as the sun was setting. A beautiful evening it was too... strange days for November. The route was simply down to the pier, up to Cóilín Daddy's house and then back - three miles on the dot. To be honest, I thought I would suffer a bit more for my absence than I did, but having said that it was still tough enough from the two mile mark onwards.
Why did I abstain? I wasn't carrying an injury, I wasn't sick and I didn't have a death threat hanging over me from the anti-running terrorist group. Simply, I felt like taking a wee break. Hopefully this has enthused me to get back in love with the open roads.
Now I'm targeting the Tombrack 4 miler in Wexford, on December 14. Away we gooooooooooooo....
