We lost a good man this week. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It never is. Cancer can’t read, of course. After Irish hospitals had done all they could here, there was a carefully crafted plan to fundraise and get Ciaran to Mexico for specialist treatment, and the fundraising worked incredibly well. But in … More The best of us
IN WHICH WE RETURN TO THE PROGRAMME, BECAUSE, WELL, IT’S THE PROGRAMME, DUMMY, AND WE SEE HOW THE LEGS ARE AFTER THE WILD WEST… The week draws to a close, and as is the way with Sunday mornings, they often find me out somewhere, running. And I’m nothing if not predictable, so yes, I had … More Half a loaf
IN WHICH, AFTER MANY FALSE DAWNS, THE SUN FINALLY RISES ON GAELFORCE WEST TO REVEAL THE STUNNING SCENERY OF CONNEMARA, BUT IN SO DOING SETS ON BÚCÁN MOUNTAIN… There was a point during the first part of the race that I thought to myself ‘hey, this trail running stuff is fun, I really must do … More Chasing the dragon
IN WHICH WE HAVE A LITTLE DIP (AND NOT THE CELERY AND HUMMUS KIND), CONTINUE WITH PLANS FOR THE MARATHON, AND GET BACK ON TRACK Life is what happens when you are busy making plans, to paraphrase the great John Lennon. This week had that sort of vibe. In fairness, nothing extraordinary, and sometimes, that’s … More That’s life
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