I'm getting ahead of myself - my first marathon is many months away - but the Connemara Marathon is the race I want to run afterwards.
The west of Ireland - behind the bainín curtain - can be the most beautiful place on earth. Much of eastern Washington, though desert, shares its wild bleakness, and I think that's why I love it so much. But look closely and it's not so bleak: the hills blaze with rhododendrons and heather and bright yellow furze.
I was last there on New Year's Eve, 1999, driving down from Achill with my friend Therese, and though I love Seattle, and am glad to live here, sometimes I miss this scenery so much my chest aches.
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