Photos Again

I had another look at that photo web site. If you click on zoom, you get a bigger image. Who would have thought it?

I feel fully recovered from the marathon, but won’t run another step for one more week, as promised. Most people recommend a break once every year, and it suits me fine to have it right now. I don’t even have that old twinge in the hamstring any more. It looks like the shock of running a marathon has cured it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to patent that particular therapy. The pain in my right quads has returned as bad as ever. Well, yesterday it was really bad in the evening; today I can hardly feel a thing, but I doubt this is the last you’ll hear about it.

Every morning I get up and see the frost outside the window, and I’m glad I don’t have to be out there in the cold. I guess in one week’s time my desire to run will be stronger than the cold outside, but until then I’ll sit snuck beside the warm radiator.

I did have to do some running for the train on Friday. The train station's car park was full and I had to park at a supermarket across town and run back towards the train station. I hadn’t intended to break my running-fast this way, but I made the train just in time.

After a mad week of travelling, we’re all safe and sound back in Caragh Lake. I have no intentions of leaving for Dublin again any time soon, except that my precious lady-wife has already agreed to drive back up four weeks from now for an evening of Sound of Music, which her mum is producing as a theatre play in her school at the moment. I allegedly agreed to come with her at some stage, which I very much doubt, because I despise that particular play/film/musical with a passion. Knowing Niamh and me, I’ll lose out again.

And as for the last two images, that’s my left foot and its glorious blood blister five days after the marathon. If it puts you off your breakfast cereal, I apologise. Blame Michelle. She asked for it. Literally. Twice.