Five Months After
I honestly do not know how I survived Ireland!
I was walking home from work tonight, and it was cold, wet and windy. Of course, the temperature was above five degrees (it was probably above ten), and the rain wasn’t hitting me in the face so hard it hurt. The wind wasn’t strong enough to send the rain in horizontally, or blow me across the road, but it was still strong enough to give me the chills.
Just like most of the time in Ireland, I had just walked out of a pub with a pint of Guinness under my belt (there is a quasi-Irish pub half-way between work and the place I'm staying). I also had the same raincoat that I had in Ireland. True, I didn’t have the nylon tracksuit pants that I wore in Ireland, but they were so useless, I didn’t really notice their absence.
In Ireland I wore three pairs of socks most of the time. Tonight I only had one pair on, but to counter that, my leather shoes are fairly water-proof, and my feet were only slightly damp when I got home, not soaking and bright red as they were after each day's ride in Ireland. The leather shoes don’t have a hole in the bottom for the cleats. Sure, the soles of the biking shoes were covered with a ‘water proof’ sticker, but that was as useless as the tracksuit pants when it came to resisting water.
All in all, I was walking home and I was freezing, but the conditions weren’t half as bad as they were when I was travelling. I honestly don’t know how I survived Ireland, and I am just waiting for the day that I am back there, trying to survive again.
I was walking home from work tonight, and it was cold, wet and windy. Of course, the temperature was above five degrees (it was probably above ten), and the rain wasn’t hitting me in the face so hard it hurt. The wind wasn’t strong enough to send the rain in horizontally, or blow me across the road, but it was still strong enough to give me the chills.
Just like most of the time in Ireland, I had just walked out of a pub with a pint of Guinness under my belt (there is a quasi-Irish pub half-way between work and the place I'm staying). I also had the same raincoat that I had in Ireland. True, I didn’t have the nylon tracksuit pants that I wore in Ireland, but they were so useless, I didn’t really notice their absence.
In Ireland I wore three pairs of socks most of the time. Tonight I only had one pair on, but to counter that, my leather shoes are fairly water-proof, and my feet were only slightly damp when I got home, not soaking and bright red as they were after each day's ride in Ireland. The leather shoes don’t have a hole in the bottom for the cleats. Sure, the soles of the biking shoes were covered with a ‘water proof’ sticker, but that was as useless as the tracksuit pants when it came to resisting water.
All in all, I was walking home and I was freezing, but the conditions weren’t half as bad as they were when I was travelling. I honestly don’t know how I survived Ireland, and I am just waiting for the day that I am back there, trying to survive again.
posted by Bren Carlill @ 7:03 AM
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