Me, flying over Dublin Street Bridge!

Registration at the Union Boat Club.

A quick bum stretch, just incase :).

5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1 – Go!

The field of 10km runners lining up.

urn around point for the 10km runners.

Watering station.

Gerry, nearing the end of the park. The guy in front was doing the 42km.

Gerry at the on-ramp of the Cobham Bridge.

Happy chappies at the finish! After a glass of rehydrate, courtesy of the organisers.

I don’t like the wind. In fact, I want to go so far as to say that I hate the wind. And hate is a very strong word … My granny always used to love the wind. Her theory was that it blows away all the bad stuff and you end up with good clean air. I beg to differ. We once stayed in a small town where the wind could blow an elephant off its feet. And each time after such a, what felt like a tornado, our yard would be littered with flyers, pamphlets, newspaper pages and even crisps and chocolate wrappers from around the neighbourhood (and the air wasn’t cleaner either, but that’s another story altogether). Maybe we just stayed in a collecting corner? Continue reading →