“What are you taking pictures for?” One of a trio of ladies asks me as she’s going by. “The Galway Cow, missus,” I say, “have you heard of it?” “Arrah, no,” she says, “but sure you can take our picture and put us on it … Continue reading Smiles & Miles at the Great Limerick Run 2017
Frazzled from not sleeping and bursting for a leak, I arrive at my city centre B+B to a pleasant woman who greets me in a lyrical accent such that makes me think the city could have no better name.
I’m here to capture the city on camera by photographing the marathons, the Riverfest, and the night life. As it stands I’ve missed the start of the marathon and the start of the half-marathon. I hastily organise my camera and bag, punch O’Connell Street into Google maps, and look in horror at the estimation of it being 37 minutes walk to get there. It’s currently 1.50 so I estimate that I have about 15 minutes to get to the finish line to capture the half-marathon winners. (more…)
“I will find you, boy, and you’ll be in trouble then,” said a Limerick bloke who suspected I may have taken his photo (which I hadn’t – the actual photo I took is above this post. I thought it artistic because it was as if the traffic signal was giving the okay to go to Burger King, as often seems a good idea to a man when he’s consumed a few alcoholic beverages). I thought to myself: best case scenario he’s seen Taken and fancies himself as a bit of a Liam Neeson, worst case scenario he means what he says and “will find” me and “will kill” me. This city is sometimes the subject of negative media reports, after all, so I decide to err on the side of caution and offered to show him the picture that I took so as to prove that I hadn’t captured his handsome face. I say handsome, however, not because he was actually a good looking chap (he wasn’t) but just in case he might have, in reality, “a unique set of special skills”, by which I mean access to bazookas and AK47’s, as apparently many gangs in Limerick do. Upon this offer, he stated, “I don’t need to see none of that shit, boy, but if I find out you took my photo I will find you and I will kill you.”
Thankfully, as you may have guessed from reading this post, I arrived home safe and sound.
The Galway COW, reporting live from Limerick.
The Great Limerick Run today saw 14,000 people take to the streets to undertake the various races of which it is comprised. It includes a full marathon, a half marathon, and a six mile race.
Every runner has their own unique reason to run: some run to win, some run because of peer pressure, some run to raise money for charity, and some run to motivate themselves to shed a few pounds so as to become a slimmer, sexier version of themselves.
There is great support along the route and some spectators observe the goings on while swilling a few cans of cider. I encountered two such supporters along the route who were roaring, encouragingly, “C’mon lads, dig deep, dig deep.” Impressed by this obvious enthusiasm, I asked the men what they thought of the race, to which the swift reply was, “Waste of a good day’s drinking!” This was followed by much guffawing, as if the fellow believed himself to have made a very good joke.
Negative commentaries aside, it is clear that the participants in the race were having a good time with some participants minding their children and catching up with friends while going the distance. It just goes to show that there are in fact enough hours in the day if one is simply good at multitasking, which clearly many Limerick women are.
The full marathon was won by 40 year old Martin Doody from Caherdavin, Co Limerick. The first woman home was Dublin’s Ciara Hickey, with Peter Somba winning the 6 mile race.
It is clear, however, that most participants couldn’t give a fudge about the winners and were merely out to have a good time.
Galway COW news, reporting live from Limerick.