Rocktober

[Sweder]

Horribly busy; trailers arriving by the dozen, freight all over the shop.
Starting at 05:30 tomorrow - prospects for running this weekend somewhere between slim and none. With that in mind I set off for a pre-dawn raid on the Big Hill, manging to knock off 15 lumbersome kilometres in something like an hour and forty minutes. I had intended (and indeed was inspired) to squeeze out a few more superlatives about running beneath a canopy of defoliaging Canadian deciduous trees in the very heart of autumn but I simply don't have the time. I will tell you that the first 7.5 kilometres, with the exception of kilometer 2, from the top of Rue Peel to the corner of Avenue Les Pines and the ascent into the park, were uphill, which is quite something at 05:45 I can tell you.

In view of my lack of time may I shamefully direct you to the last time I did this run at this time of year and leave you with some hastily gathered snapshots which I hope paint a reasonable picture of my pre-breakfast morning. The three Guinnesses I did managed to neck late last night in the almost-as-wonderful-as Hurleys pub the View Dublin had a restorative effect, as did wearing my leggings; they really do seem to keep the aches and pains away, not to mention the nasty nip that 2 degrees and a harsh wind can give you. I have no idea what sort of Pink Grapefruit concoction the Chav in my first picture was slurping on. Whatever it was it clearly didn't impress the girls of dubious drinking age along side him.

I really do love it here.