And I miss youLike the deserts miss the rainAnd I miss youLike the deserts miss the rain ‘Missing’Everything But The Girl Quite a number of news reports about the weather these days will include some statement along the lines of ‘this is the hottest Summer on record’ or something similar. The more worrying aspect of … More Parched
Glen and Tamsyn, in the kitchen next door, in Blackcastle There was a time before mobile phones. Before the internet and social media. In the mid-1980s, I was reaching the end of my school years and thinking about college. But I was spending more time and energy in a band. Three young lads from Leixlip, … More Who knows where the time goes
The mountains are calling, and I must go…John Muir, Scottish naturalist and mountaineer, 1838-1914 I hope John will forgive me for my impertinence. But that’s just the way my addled brain works. Gary Larson’s brain does similar things, without doubt, though he has found a far more successful outlet for his fantastically absurdist and hilarious … More The mountains are calling! (I’d better take that…)
The run-up to next week’s attempt at a sub-20 5k will be overshadowed by the football and the weather. And no doubt, other things. Events, as British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan was supposed to have said. Once the hamstring was tweaked, the all-critical interval speed work came to an abrupt halt, and since then, following … More Small mercies
Naturally, in a World Cup week where we have finally hit the knockout stages after 27 years of group games, it stands to reason some teams are going home (okay, maybe not 27 years, but a long old time when you have 48 teams to whittle down. And of course, 48 is a lousy number … More Take a bow
‘Every day, Josh Kerr writes down the time. Three minutes 43.13 seconds. And every day he is working to render it redundant… That day will come, he hopes, on July 18 at the London Diamond League meeting, when the 28-year-old intends to beat Hicham El Guerrouj’s world record for the mile. Project 222 is what … More The Real Mile High Club
Let the great world spin. The stars wheel across the sky. We come once again to the Summer Solstice. A day of equal measures. Not in terms of light and dark; that honour falls to the Equinoxes. More in terms of equal excitement at this being the Longest Day, and knowing that tomorrow we begin … More Solstice Solace
Week Three started with repeats. No surprise there, really, because each week of the programme begins with repeats on a Tuesday. If I had a little more enthusiasm, I’m sure I could root out some sort of gag about all this. But I think you know me well enough now. Make up your own joke. … More Rinse and repeat
I have made yet another short film. Here is the link. I think I may have mentioned this in passing in previous blog posts. It’s clearly not a film about running. Nor does it offer much by way of great detail on the technical aspects of construction. But there is a lovely frog in there, … More So… I made another film
Week Two of the Programme has drawn to a close. Or finished. I could have just said finished, I suppose. But I went with the idiomatic turn of phrase. Hemingway would have tut-tutted at that. Indeed, he would have tut-tutted at ‘at that’ too, come to think of it. Extraneous material. He’ll probably come back … More Glimmers…
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