Just to prove there is life without running, my mate and I had a really decadent weekend of wine, beer, single malts, glorious food and absolutely no running at all. And to prove I didn't overdo things, I ran a cruisy 30 minutes this morning, and for the first time in this training program was even reluctant to stop running at the end of my allotted time.
I could give you all the gory details of the weekend, but you'd just be jealous.
But in summary, we did the wineries, discovering one or two outstanding gems, honoured St. Patrick appropriately, drank some superb wine ('93 Penfolds Grange being the highlight) with equally superb food, and even unearthed a couple of single malt gems,
viz the nicely-priced Ardbeg 10 y.o. and the superlative Bruichladdic 15 y.o. Mmmm.
Sorry Ana, but I didn't see a single sign of any tea all weekend!
However, today it's back to the reality of salads, protein drinks and the treadmill...
Which is probably just as well, really.