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13 Weeks To Go

Holy Moses this is really happening! It’s nearing the end of March and Spring has arrived with summer hot on its heels and there’s just over 13 weeks until I stand at the starting line of the 2015 Waterford Viking Marathon.I won’t lie. I’m not exactly hyped up in full marathon mode as I type this right now, but I’m getting there. I’ve had a pretty hectic weekend hosting the Deise Jigs & Reels Freestyle in Cappoquin on Saturday night and then off to Wexford Park to support our hurlers in a fabulous display against Wexford at Wexford Park on Sunday. Somewhere between the match and now I have developed what my children call ‘gammy eyes’ and am writing this blog from my bed with a very bad dose of conjunctivitis. It’s highly contagious and my two boys (and husband) are literally keeping me at arm’s length. My husband has moved into the spare room incase he comes in contact with me or my pillow in his sleep (so I really am a lonely long distance runner) and Harry, our 4 year old takes one look and me and yelps ‘yikes’ like when Scooby Doo sees the monster! He actually stood frozen with his back to the wall when I walked past him last night. He has that ‘every man for himself’ and ‘survival of the fittest’ mentality’. It seems our older son Jack, 7, is the more sensitive soul. He actually started to cry when I told him it was better to high five me instead of our usual kisses and hugs before school this morning. But like Jesus to the lepers, he defied the infection protocol and made his way to my bedside to kiss and hug his mammy. Oh son!!!