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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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wish i could answer this in gaelic. or any language other than english, for that matter.
i used to run, and man did i look forward to the days off. sometimes, because of work and school, i would come home from a night class at the U, fall asleep on the couch, get up at midnight, go run, and then fall into bed. it was nuts.
i admire you for this!
I don't really speak any language other than English (and Irish, poorly), so it's just as well. :)
Running at midnight - you are way braver than I am. The beauty of this running thing is that a mile is so very doable, so long as your legs are reasonably sound. (That said, I wouldn't want to run on the sort of ice you seem to be experiencing of late.)
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