Saint Patrick’s Day

Patrick`s Day Window

Lá Fhéile Pádraigh Dhaoibh go léir! Happy St Patrick`s Day to you all!

And I celebrated…
…with a run, of course!

St. Patrick’s Day means a day off work for many of us here in Ireland. It may be true that some people still spend that day in the pub. Others are certainly out and about at parades. Then there’s the traditional sort who spent Patrick’s Day just as we did growing up: Mass in the morning, shamrock pinned to our good coats, dinner at 1 pm and a gaelic match of some description in the afternoon.

Of course, being the contrary sort, I did none of these things today. Instead I decided the time had come to take on Killer Hill.

Killer Hill is 5km of winding, rising, undulating hell. I haven’t run it this year at all. I depend on decent daylight for that and, even though the weekend would surely afford me that, I prefer to spend those runs on grass. So, it was time to woman up and take it on.

I took the camera along too. Just so I might snap a little shamrock for you all. But Mother Nature was not so benevolent in her shamrock dispersals this side of the country. In fact, I only encountered two bunches. And both of them were being worn my an elderly couple.

Mind you, they made an interesting sight. They harked back to another era. She, with her neatly pressed dark red wool jacket, skirt and tan tights while he was in a lightly pin stripped suit: their Sunday best. They could’ve come straight out of the Ireland of the Seventies.

There were lots of people about too, of course, and plenty of traffic too. The weather seemed to suit everyone, with little wind, some sunshine and temperatures hovering happily around the 12 degree mark.

And it all helped to take the pain out of my uphill struggle.

Downhill was a breeze of course. Luckily I realised that I’ve rather a bad habit of switching the brakes on when heading downwards. This time I just gave into the hill and enjoyed the sensation of actual running as opposed to my normal shuffly jog mode.

Oh, and I’ve been running this past week. Don’t mistake my Dalkey blogpost or my beetle-like meanderings as a sign of me slacking off. I am happily out of the illness and injury mode and I’ve run four times in the past week.

But I am definitely running inside my comfort zone a lot of the time. No change of pace, no intervals, no hills just comfortable four mile jogs. And that’s something that will have to change.

Anyway, 6.3 miles done today and Killer Hill conquered. Hopefully, this marks an improvement in my training habits.

St. Patrick’s Day was traditionally a time for sowing the spuds, or giving the lawn its first cut after the winter months. Maybe it will prove the time for me to implement improved training patterns.

Back at the Chook House, the Teens had no interest in attending the local parades. So we celebrated with food instead. No, not bacon and cabbage or corned beef.

But Spiced Root Vegetables with Lime and Mint. It’s from the wonderful Domini Kemp,you’ll find the recipe here and it’s both easy and delicious.

Spiced Root Vegetables with Lime and Mint

Spiced Root Vegetables with Lime and Mint

And can’t you see the Irish flag lurking in there? We had it with boiled potatoes, of course, and steak (yes, Irish beef steak)

Happy St Pats

And for dessert, we bagged this perfect little St. Patrick’s Day cake from our local bakery.

I’m off all sweet stuff for Lent, but it’s a Patrick’s Day tradition that we can break Lent for that one day.

Some traditions are worth holding on to. And sometimes, it’s worth starting new ones.

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11 thoughts on “Saint Patrick’s Day

  1. I so enjoyed your description of your day! And I loved seeing the flag of Ireland on your dinner plate! Glad you are healing well, and able to run up a very daunting hill.
    My son and I went to tell St. Patrick’s Day stories at a library, which was a sweet way to observe the holiday.

    • Oh don’t mind me. I’m just creating a new culinary tradition for my Saint Patrick’s Day. After a childhood of noshing on boiled food, you could say I rebelled in adulthood and so prefer oven roasting. Mind you, cornbeef and cabbage where never the thing for us growing up.But we were all about bacon, cabbage and spuds. And all of it boiled, of course.

  2. A lovely St Pat’s day blog. 😀 Well done you on that hill. I’m annoyed with myself now that I didn’t go and find a bit of sham rockiness (that was all one word until the stupid machine chopped it in two) out in the garden, but I did draw one for one of the groups I work with at school, and told them about it. When I was little, an old guy who worked with my grandad (who was probably younger than I am now, come to think of it, so maybe not so old) used to bring me some shamrock every birthday, as he was Irish, and our family name is Irish, and my birthday is – today! So happy me, even I didn’t go running up Killer hills. 🙂

    • Ah! ,Happy Birthday! I thought of you today as I scoured the ditches looking for the elusive shamrock. Plenty of other things there, of course, and any time I couldn’t identify them-which was often-I thought “Hedwigia would know what that is”!
      Enjoy the rest of your day!

  3. Happy St Patricks Day Red Hen and well done on conquering Killer Hill. Shaz from Shazruns suggested that we need ‘hillitude’ to get up those slopes 🙂 Sounds like you would need hillitude to get up something called Killer Hill!

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