Yep, we made it to the start.
No the bears did not run, we did.
We ran. It was beautiful . . . including no rain. Met great people. Ran as our bodies wanted us to run . . . a 2:14ish finish. We thought if we came in in less than 2:30 we’d be happy. But to put it in perspective, the winning female time was 1:28 and the winning male time was 1:04 – yes this blog is about growing old with vibrancy, beauty and grace – nope we aren’t quite as fast as other times in our lives. It was great.
Here is Patricia talking to a photographer/blogger we met. He has a blog you could check out if you like. Dinglepost.com.
And here I am, post race, post shower, with dry clothes and even a little bit of a stretch waiting for a slice of the very best quiche I’ve had since Dublin . . . well, actually, what I had in Dublin was not a quiche, it was a tart of spinach, walnuts and feta from the Queen of Tarts restaurant – some of you may know of it if you have ever heard the song “Raglan Road.”
We about to head to our Kells house after what the Irish will call a “brilliant” day.
Peace to you tonight.