For those who don't wish to visit the subsidiary tops of Slievenamon, this is just up the main track from the road and back again. It was done at the end of a day that had already seen a lengthy itinerary in the Galtees and a fair tranch of the western Knockmealdowns too, but on the drive back to Clonmel it struck me that there was easily enough daylight for a guerilla raid on Slievenamon. A brisk walk up with no rests, about five minutes of photos on the summit and then a flat-out run back down. It was genuinely joyful, feeling that I still had that much in the tank after all the exertions I'd already put in. Don't worry...it doesn't happen often.
(The actual elapsed time was around 77 minutes...MV hasn't properly recorded the descent because I was going TOO FAST...go me!).
In my elation I checked out the results of the last Slievenamon mountain race. Perhaps this was unwise: I would have come 61st out of 63, beating an over 50s female and an over 70s male...who has since died.
I bet John Lenihan is terrified.