IN WHICH WE REVISIT THE END POINT OF THE DUBLIN MARATHON NOT ONCE BUT TWICE, GET A SERIOUS DOSE OF CULTURE, AND SEE HOW THE LEGS ARE HOLDING UP WITH A PARKRUN… With no set target on the horizon, the training has drifted a little. This is to be expected. The programme for the marathon … More It’s art, Deco
Well, it’s Friday. Five days since Dublin. How are the legs? How is the body generally? What to take from the whole experience? Well, I suppose one or two interesting stats, anyway, for starters. The last finisher over the line came in on 8 hours and 30 minutes, and was placed 15,888th. This means that … More Running the numbers in the settling dust
IN WHICH WE THROW OURSELVES AT THE MERCY OF THE NATION’S GREAT CAPITAL, FEEL THE HIGHS AND LOWS OF LONG DISTANCE RUNNING, AND GET A LITTLE TOO CLOSE TO SOME OF PHOENIX PARK’S FAMOUS WILDLIFE… AS SHAKIRA, GODDESS OF MARATHONERS WOULD FAMOUSLY SAY, “MY HIPS DON’T LIE…”* Where to start? At the start, I guess. … More Dublin Marathon 2017
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” Emma Lazarus The New Colossus Well, this hopefully won’t be my last post, but it most probably will be the last one before the marathon on Sunday morning. There’s not a lot to report in … More Welcome, huddled masses!
Okay, so as it happened, Ex-hurricane Ophelia didn’t actually break my heart. It did, of course, cause a lot of damage across the country, and in some cases brought very real tragedy to at least three families. Simon and Garfunkel fans will get the reference. The rest of you are possibly too young. Or have … More Ophelia, you’re breakin’ my heart…
Three runs to report on, the first of which was quite pleasing. After the Wednesday recovery run, Thursday’s tempo slog loomed large. They are not really as bad as all that, but they are probably the keystone in the programme, so you want to put in a good performance. In the end it worked out … More Two to go…
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth” The Road Not Taken Robert Frost This short post is an all-too-brief homage to my local running spot, … More The Path Taken
Well I suppose, for some of our foreign readers, we should point out that craic is an Irish word. Irish folks are always out for the craic. Havin’ the craic. Lookin’ for the… well, you get the idea. Just as there’s no real translation for the Danish word hygge (‘cosiness’ is close), there is no … More The craic was 90!
“Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues.” Furry Sings the Blues Joni Mitchell It’s Saturday and by now I would normally have done my long run, … More Furry Sings The Blues
Just recently, someone said “The big day draws ever closer. And like all big days, it will come, and it will go. And then we may have to think about doing something else. But for now, that can wait…” Well, that was me. And I didn’t wait long. To celebrate turning 50 at the end … More 21 for 50