Just back from a lovely week in Ireland visiting the rellies. Didn't know how the running would go but actually managed to get out and do 30 minutes three times so feeling quite pleased with myself.
I did have to put up with my family laughing at the whole idea. My mum thought my running kit was ridiculous and told me so! I thought I'd seen the last of 'You're not going out dressed like that, are you?' about 30 years ago but apparently not! Then she started telling me not to go down one lane 'because it's lonely down there'. Not sure what she thought I would encounter in the middle of nowhere in rural Ireland - murderers?, rapists?, goblins?, leprecauns? Felt I should counter with 'I'm going anyway and you can't stop me!' but restrained myself because after all I am not still 15!
In the event the biggest hazards turned out to be hills and dogs. OMG it is really so hilly where my folks live. To think I never really noticed we live halfway up a mountain - no wonder I never really got into cycling as a kid. Still I toughed it out and consoled myself that even if I had not increased my time or distance at least the hills would be putting some strength into my legs.
As for the dogs - it seems like every house in Ireland is home to umpteen mad dogs that are allowed to run free all over the place. In fairness they were mostly farm collies and I didn't really feel threatened although they do bark a lot!
I ran on farm tracks and country roads in the drizzle and it was lovely! My brothers yearling calves were pretty fascinated by it all (Cattle are the nosiest creatures on the planet) but I didn't encounter many people and managed to avoid my cousin who lives just up the road and might have had a hernia laughing if he'd seen me!
As for the 40 shades of green - this was a song many years ago and the 40 shades of green are the colours of Irelands 'moorlands and meadows'! So all ye who were thinking of something else - just go and wash your minds out with soap!