Thursday, 29 March 2007
I remember this run as well since camogie practise was brutal. I woke up sore and disoriented after having some middle-of-the-night insomnia, which was apparently followed by a hyper-realistic dream of insomnia. I decided if I didn't do the run in the morning, I wouldn't get it done since I knew I'd be stiff and creaky after sitting all day at work.
It was just a mile around the house, in the chilly predawn. Toby is so much more calm in the mornings - he hardly raced at all, just trotted along beside me.
1 mile - 12.23
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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