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