I am a runner. Let me explain. Perhaps I should start from this morning. With sausages. And black and white pudding. With eggs, tea and toast. In bed. A cooked breakfast in bed? On a Monday morning? What is this sorcery? And gifts! Gifts and cards. That can only mean one thing. Another turn of … More 50 not out
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
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