Thirty big ones

I sent a text to my mate Ciaran after this run. “30k in the bag”, it read, “legs in the skip.” (And for my readers across the larger of the two ponds that surround this island, that means a dumpster.) Another running mate, Gary, had tapped me up during the week to see if I … More Thirty big ones

Itching to get back

Well, given the last few weeks of itchy misery here, it was inevitable that I would concoct such a cheesy headline. And so, here it is. My curious incident with the dog in the park was not, as it turned out, my biggest problem, but the rather strange and unexpected reaction to penicillin I was … More Itching to get back

Dog day afternoon

Ladies and gentlemen, play has been suspended. I had a little incident on Sunday afternoon in the local dog park. I intervened in a little tête-à-tête between one of my dogs and a spaniel. I have since learned some valuable lessons about how not to separate fighting dogs, but as is often the case in … More Dog day afternoon

Farewell, Octo

It was a quiet enough week. Work has been tipping along. The fire service continues to be on something of a go-slow, despite one very long call to a hay barn fire this Friday. I’ve cut back on the running to three short sessions this week (well, I may sneak out tomorrow!) after the two-week … More Farewell, Octo

Challenging Times

Is it just me, or are medals getting heavier and heavier? In the good old days of the Community Games, you would get a little metal object that you could close your small, sweaty fist around. If you did particularly well, you might get a plaque. As a young lad, this was the highlight of … More Challenging Times