I did another hill run today (we're talking about 150m elevation here). When I was huffing and puffing up the hill in a slight drizzle at 7am in very cold temperatures, I was starting to wonder what the hell I was doing. Then I reached the crest, and on the downhill it suddenly hit me. I ran full out, and really enjoyed it. I felt absolutely fantastic. Is that what they mean when they’re talking about runner’s high?
Yesterday evening the good Lady wife suddenly asked out of the blue: “When’s the Connemara marathon?”
Me: On March 26th
Her: So, in about 4 months?
Me: 19 weeks from now, to the day
Her: Oh really? You’re training for this already, aren’t you?
Me: No, actually, training starts a week from now
Her: I think I’d quite like to see Connemara in March
That’s it folks. Looks like I have permission from the High Council. Wahey!
Whoa, it just can't get better than that, spouse on your side, go for it!
ReplyDeleteIt is always good to get the support of the high council. Mine usually just rolls her eyes at me.
ReplyDeleteIs great when u have the support of your other half :).
ReplyDeleteI just hope you see at least one running nun, in habit, from whatever that nunnery by Connemera is...Kylemore? Something. Running Nuns.
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