Be warned... This one will go on a bit... And so I sit, one legged but happy, having completed the first (and conceivably only) marathon of my life. Here's a brief rundown. The great mistake of Dublin is sitting around the hotel with your teammates. You're all a bit tired from the time change. You don't want to go to bed early, but you know you have the breakfast run/marathon/tour of some castle/church/pub/alley tomorrow. So what do you do? You sit there chatting idly, sneakily listening in on the locals around you, chuckling inwardly at the accents and feeling slightly jealous. All of you think the same thing, but nobody wants to be the one to say it. Eventually, somebody (often me) blurts it out, "Well, we could go have a pint. Just one, because as
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