I Could Get Used To This

Went for one of my epic hour long runs today. 

It took me to Sandymount, slalom-ed my way by match-goers to the beach where I was baked by the sun. The return stretch took me through Herbert Park where I had to stop.

It was not exhaustion that got the better of me but a gang of Ducklings. Here is my photographic evidence.

I sat down in order to try and get a better shot and was instantly absorbed by the scene in front of me.

 Herbert Park prime.

It was a combination of the scene, the wind on my back and the endorphins released from my hour of running that produced a most sublime high.

 I could get used to this.