You like sexy, don’t you? Well, let me tell you, dear reader, that I had the sexiest time of my life in Achill at the weekend. No bull. No horns. Just sexy in the most psychologically mind glowingly amazing way possible. (All photos here soon).
The sexiest sun I have ever seen rose on Saturday and it brought out the inner glow of the island which has some of the sexiest scenery in the country. And what could make a body feel more sexy than running through it?
As you can see the landscape is pretty sexy looking and running through it can make you feel quite wild.
The hills are sexy! So sexy that they make you breathe more deeply than the most passionate love affair you could ever imagine.
The midgets are sexy! They found all the people so sexy that they couldn’t resist covering them all with love bites. Anyone going home to their partners could easily be suspected of having an extra marital affair with the amount of them.
Some of the runners got so caught up in the sexiness that they even ran around with very little clothing.
The man above is Peter Ferris and was told six months ago, after being hit by a car, that he would never run again; he was even facing the prospect of having his foot amputated on account of the severity of the injury, in which gangrene and MRSA set in. He is in his 60s, has run over five hundred marathons, and raised over €1,000,000 for various charities. He has been awarded an MBE for his altruistic deeds. Most people, I’m certain, would never run again with the injury he suffered and yet here he is after literally having his ankle and foot screwed back together and is currently planning to run from Los Angeles to New York (2,800 Miles approximately). Amazingly sexy or what?
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I must lastly, but not leastly (and no, this is not a real word; but it SHOULD be), mention the sexy finisher medals that all participants received. Each one of them was painted with tender loving care by the race director, and queen of Achill, Donna McLoughlin. How sexy are they?
Now if that is not enough sexiness for you then there is a wee pub and guest house called Lavelles where they serve the sexiest beer, called Achill, that I have ever tasted in my life. So sexy, in fact, that I made love to many, many pints of it over the course of the Saturday. I just couldn’t get enough of it. I must frightfully admit that I was like the beer drinking equivalent of a nymphomaniac.
Now, to conclude, dear reader, if you feel like your life is missing a certain amount of wild sexiness, then be sure to join the sexy times at August’s event to which you can sign up here.
Oh, and one more thing! Unlike other events that bombard you to buy photos after the event, all photos, and they are very sexy photos, are free.
Feeling sexy yet?
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4 thoughts on “Sexy, Sexy, Sexy and Wild at the Achill Marathon 2017 (July)”
You left out the sexy crocs lol and the special bro-ment when the solpedines were whipped out 😂😂😂😂
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I like to keep things short and sweet. Plus, if I wrote about “The Tank” too many times it could be worrisome 😳😀
Yes to sexy beer! No to sexy midgets!
The beer was good, too good. Only drank “the one” to soothe the itch….haha