(Galway, October 2012)
I couldn’t let St. Patrick’s Day pass without talking the first international race I’ve ever completed- Dublin Marathon in 2009.
(Pre-race, my fourth marathon, 2009)
People often ask which marathon has been my favorite. I refuse to answer, but inside my racing heart, Dublin stands out and always will. The people, the course, the country, the city. It was all so perfect. The Irish know how to host a marathon.
Before going to Ireland, it had been my dream to go there ever since my Granddad went when I was a child (I need to scan and upload his photos from his trip!)
When I signed up for the marathon, Granddad, Grandmom and my Aunt Diane were supposed to come along with Brian and me. Granddad ended up being too sick with cancer to come, so they stayed home.
It was such a magical trip. I fell in love with Ireland. A big dream of mine is to rent an Irish cottage for the summer and spend it there with Brian and the monkeys.
Lucky for us, in the fall of 2012, our friends Shalayne (Rachael’s sister) and Clayton were living there for a semester so we had a really good excuse to go back with Scott (Brian’s brother) and Rachael and run the marathon again (the one and only marathon B has/will run.)
Ireland hasn’t seen the last of me.