MORE than 10,000 people yesterday travelled Dublin's Port tunnel by foot - something that will never be repeated.
In what was billed as an agoraphobic's delight, a once-off 10km charity race to mark the opening of the tunnel attracted people from all walks of life to the tunnel's entrance in the East Wall area of Dublin's Docklands at 11 yesterday morning.
Just over 30 minutes later, the first of the competitors had reached the finish, having run the length of the tunnel as far as Santry and back again.
"It was a very fast and competitive race right from the beginning," winner Robert Connolly, of Dundrum South Dublin Athletic Club, said. "Everybody was going pretty hard but it was a good even surface.
"Most of the light down there was coming from the lead car and traffic signs, but you can certainly tell there's light at the end of the tunnel. As you go through it you can see the sky in the distance. It was definitely an unusual running experience."
I said I WAS going to do it, but the truth is I'm still not 100% over my cold/virus/thingie and there's no point in pushing the body if ain't ready.
So-not wanting to waste a Sunday sitting about reading the papers and watching telly- what I did instead was go to a 3 hour yoga workshop thinking it would be better and less physical.
The teacher was an older lady from Australia. She looked like a librarian until she stripped to her leotard. She was about thirty years older than me and twice as fit/strong/flexible as I am now. She could do slow handstands and lunges and poses that...well it was like watching an acrobat.
I am a relatively new convert to the powers of yoga, but already I can see it's benefits. And this lady was a walking endorsement to its properties. Imagine reaching your sixties and being in better condition that most people in their twenties?
Honestly, if anyone is thinking about a new years resolution, taking up yoga might be one to scribble onto the list.
Naturally I cannot feel my own arse today and when I stretch I scream.
I'm so glad I went.