Friday. I dropped Toby off at the kennel just as the sun was rising and then left work early to drive to the airport, so no hope of getting the mile in before Dublin. After Peter collected me from the AirCoach, I begged him to walk while I ran, as he did during my last visit. He was reluctant, but he obliged and I was glad since it was dark and Dublin now seems so loud and potentially scary in a way that the Middle of Nowhere Cork does not.
1 mile - 14.09.
About Me
- -Ann
- Five years ago, I traded baseball for camogie, snow for rain, Lake Michigan for Dublin Bay, and pumpkin-spiced coffee for Barry's Classic Tea. On balance, it was a good trade. Except for the coffee. And the overcrowding, high house prices, long commutes, and other nuisances of Dublin. So last year, we've moved to a small village in the middle of County Cork.
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