(Just over a month ago)
You would wonder who would come
out in weather like this. While the rain was beginning to let up following
another torrential downpour, the threatening charcoal towers in the sky
promising nothing but more heavy rains, with the only question being how soon
would they come again.
Yet when I arrived there were as
many as 20 runners of all ages and abilities waiting in the lessening drizzle
ready to get started. It’s some commitment. And then over and around the brow
of a small ridge came another 20 odd runners like a scene out of the Lord of
the Rings. Reinforcements. Trim AC is some club.
In fairness, we are lucky in
Trim. The old soccer club I once played for won the 2014 FAI Club of the Year,
with hives of youngsters lining out every weekend. And then of course we have
the GAA, hurling, football and camogie, the biggest amateur organisation in the
world with a branch in town healthily operating out the Boardsmill Road. And
then there are other sports and other organisations from the Tidy Towns to the
Olympiad. It’s a great little community.
I have been involved in some of
these clubs but it’s the athletic club that my body that’s seen its fair share
of injuries now hangs out with. And they are a great bunch. It doesn’t matter
if you’ve lived in town since the days of Homestead, Moores stationery and
Doyles sweetshop with milk teeth costing 3p, or if you’ve just arrived in from
Dublin because the rental market got too much. It doesn’t matter if you’ve ran
sub 3 every marathon for years or your ambition is just to get fit. It doesn’t
matter. Everyone is welcome.
And every Tuesday and Thursday
come evening time, in the fields when its bright, along the well-lit paths when
its dark, runners come out.
Yesterday’s training
Strength & conditioning.
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