Leaving the Upper River Bann today on our journey up Lough Neagh.
Before reaching Craigavon, we passed the Seagoe Hotel. I used to be banned from here for having hair that was too long. Never liked C&W music anyway, so blasted out my own music from the car park in protest.
We then entered a surreal running route called Rushmere Shopping Centre. Runs certainly weren't like this in the past (no women).
Things got much worse!
After an eternity, we escaped Rushmere and ran around the Craigavon lakes.
Never done learning on these runs - Colin discovers that Portadown pigs don't eat grass.
Mansell the cyclist catches up with us in a tunnel designed for midgets.
Bad news nearing Lough Neagh, the first of about a million mayflies mounts an attack.
At last, relative safety from flies, hungry pigs and women's clothes shops. Colin meets an old friend at Oxford Island cafe.
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