"I was born in sixty-seven, the year of Sergeant Pepper, And Are You Experienced..." (© Porcupine Tree). I've decided to do an Iron Man race before I turn fifty. Not so much a rage against the dying of the light, as being slightly miffed at the brevity of the sunset. That, and I've noticed I'm holding jars at arm's length in order to read the labels.
IN WHICH WE COME TO THE END OF OUR COURSE, DO A WEE BIT FOR NATURE, BID A FOND FAREWELL TO AN OLD FRIEND, AND GET A LITTLE FESTIVE CHEER ON BOARD… That month fairly flew! I have finished up my EMT course, and have been deemed fit enough to go forward for my 40 … More A farewell to arms
As I sit here in my little office, relatively insulated from the world’s madness, I actually have a brief moment where I can’t recall if the riots were this week, or last. It’s a measure of how much sheer emotional data has swarmed down the information superhighway. It’s been a deluge. A flood. An overload. … More Dublin, oh Dublin…
I think anyone who titles a blog post ‘a new chapter’ should probably get slapped across the back of the neck with a wet fish. Now, if you’d caught me about an hour ago, we could probably have obliged, but all the fish has now gone into a fish pie and is currently sitting on … More A new chapter
IN WHICH WE INVENT A NEW FORM OF TRIATHLON, WITNESS SOME REALLY SERIOUS RUNNERS AT WORK, AND PONDER ON SOME WEIGHTY TOPICS… I may accidentally have stumbled upon the best way to workout. It could indeed be the new triathlon. On Saturday, our local parkrun was celebrating its eighth birthday. Alas, celebrations were a little … More Run, bun, run
The following is more of a photo essay than a blog post. Work continues, as does the gym, and I managed a paltry 5k at the weekend. My brother was over for a visit so there were, em, distractions, and of course, there was some rugby to be watched. But overall, it’s very much ‘as … More Leaves to appeal
The first fire of the season smoulders in the grate. My brother is over for the week, neatly coinciding with our Mum’s birthday, and he and I made short work of the last few logs which needed sawing, splitting and stacking. It’s next year’s firewood (unless we have a horrendously long Winter!), and the best … More Making tracks
Gym continues, and I have managed to fulfil my duties as regards getting in three sessions per week. I am noticing a few improvements in some areas, but I can’t say the classic bench press is doing a whole lot, as far as I can tell. We’ll stick at it, anyway. I have at least … More A run and some recollections
Life goes on is one of those aphorisms we all bandy about. And of course, it’s true. Until it’s not. For a good friend, life came to a sudden end on August 28th. John Kelly was a Kildare man, and he lived on our lane. You won’t find a more decent soul on this planet. … More Autumn Leaves
So. No blog for ages. Then two show up together. Typical. In my defence, I, em… actually, scratch that. I have no defence really. I have been tippin’ away at the film as time allows over the last couple of months, and figured it would be ready when it was ready. As with all projects … More The Wicklow Way – A Journey for my Father
Just a quick wee post to let you all know that I am still here, plodding away. I know you worry. You really shouldn’t. The travails of the Wicklow Way certainly curtailed running for a while, and then I joined a gym. I can assure it was a pure accident. I was walking past the … More We haven’t gone away, you know…
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