It's wild out here in the west. Trees are toppling like dominoes, it's bordering the ridiculous. I did manage to get out on the road a few days last week in slightly stiller weather. Nothing too strenuous - a leisurely 6 miler and a stroll of a four miler. An then a gap while I took the cowards route of staying in curled up by the fire rather than getting out into the wilds.
My vegetarian diet is still on track - as is the 24 pint plan. So far I haven't had a pint at all, and I'm aiming to see January well gone before I even think of lifting Arthur's sweet tonic to my lips.
We've been busy playing... 'drama' that is... Prior to the Christmas break I wrote and directed a comic 'panto' called 'Enda Lofa & Róisín Bán', and God knows we had some craic performing. We took the play on the road this weekend to Gaoth Dobhair in beautiful Donegal, as our band 'Rís' were performing at the Cabaret. Bhí an-time go deo againn, mar a bhíonn i gcónaí.
Back to the 'running blog' side of things: must do better, must not be a coward!