I realize I have yet to write one of two things: a wrap-up post of Ireland, or a Connemarathon recap. But with all the goings-ons of a visit from my Father and the terrorism in Boston, things fell by the wayside.
And now we’re off to another mountain range in Virginia. You know, because that’s what intelligent people do when they register for a mountainous foreign marathon. They sign up for a mountainous domestic marathon.
And after Monday’s events, a fire seems to have been ignited under my bum, and I feel more charged and inspired than ever.
So, another mountain awaits. Bring it, Roanoke. Let’s get racing.