On Saturday 18th August, we found ourselves southbound on the way to the lovely village of Castleconnell for a Sprint Triathlon. It had been a target for S to get at least one triathlon in before the year’s end, but alas as the day approached, her back troubles were just too much, and she was … More A Triathlon Intermission
IN WHICH WE CONTINUE TO TRAIN, BUT NOT SO MUCH FOR A TRIATHLON, WATCH SOME WONDERFUL SPORTING ACHIEVEMENTS ON THE TELLY, AND PAY A VISIT TO A VERY SPECIAL PLACE… It’s been a busy old week. Plenty of running, and plenty of running to watch on the telly, if that’s your thing. Generally-speaking, I prefer … More A Very Special Visit
You can always tell a speed workout on the map. It’s a manic scrawl of red lines from some play-school kid who’s had one too many packets of Smarties. It’s the angry mark of a despondent teacher, outlining your mistakes for the umpteenth time. Or the tell-tale signs of a runner, running around in circles. … More ‘Na bí ag magadh fúm…’
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