This week’s training has been somewhat curtailed with fire service activities. Such is the way with the journeyman retained firefighter. I was keeping an eye on my left knee, so gym work was tailored to avoid any additional stress on Monday morning. Wednesday morning came, and I met up with a few of the Liffey … More The Woods are lovely, dark and deep
IN WHICH WE ROUND OFF ANOTHER MIXED BAG OF A WEEK WITH SOME INDULGENCES, FRET ABOUT TRAINING, AND PONDER ABOUT JUST HOW CRUNCHY YOUR KNEES HAVE TO GET BEFORE THEY ARE A GENUINE PROBLEM… Well, Happy Valentine’s Day, if that’s your thing. Last Sunday S and I had a good long walk, taking in … More A shaggy cow story
Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover… ‘Down Under’ Men at Work The week has drawn to a close with yet another Winter storm. This one was Gertrude, and no sooner had she … More Men at work
There are of course other things to be doing apart from training one’s little heart out for an Ironman race. When I am putting my feet up with a cup of tea and a biccie at the table, there’s no better pastime than seeing how quick the local bird population can get through feeders full of peanuts, seeds … More Nuts. For the birds…
IN WHICH WE TAKE A RAMBLE THROUGH THE BOG OF FROGS, FINISH OFF AN EXCELLENT PRESENT, LAMENT THE PASSING OF AN OLD COLLEAGUE, AND ALL THE WHILE THE CLOCK IS TICKING… A new week, and the crazy weather seems, for now, to have passed. Or, to quote Met Eireann’s Gerry Fleming, from now we can … More Walk, don’t run
“Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard. Jimmy quit, Jody got married I should’ve known we’d never get far” ‘Summer of ’69’ Bryan Adams. …IN WHICH THE OLD YEAR FINISHES UP WITH A DECENT RUN, BUT THE NEW ONE STARTS OFF WITH AN UNFORTUNATE BANG… HERE BUT FOR THE … More Break a leg
A RATHER RANDOM POST IN WHICH WE WITNESS A MAULING IN LIMERICK, VISIT A VERY OLD FRIEND IN KILDARE, DISCOVER SOME ODD SHAPES AROUND THE HOUSE, AND TOG OUT FOR A GOOD MATE IN THE FIRE SERVICE… AND ALL THE WHILE THE MILES KEEP TICKIN’ AWAY… A dear old friend of my Dad’s was … More Holly woz ‘ere…
The original Run to the Hills was of course a classic Iron Maiden number, as I reveal my youthful, denim-clad days of yore when I had lots of hair and little sense. And now I have little hair, but still no sense (just thought I’d jump in there and make the gag before anyone else … More Run to the hills
IN WHICH WE TAKE ON A NEW CHALLENGE, DIP A TENTATIVE TOE INTO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF CHI, AND PONDER ON THE EFFICACY OF MARTIAN TRIPODS AND AT-ATs IN THEIR QUEST FOR FORWARD MOTION… Thanks Saoirse. I was working late in the home office and my son Dallan was cooking the dinner. Saoirse came home and … More Let us proclaim the mystery of the faith
My recent birthday present of a proper headlamp got its first outing this evening. It was an impromptu run, as I had planned to swim, but when I arrived at the pool it all looked suspiciously quiet. When I approached the desk and asked if there was a swim on, the receptionist replied “well, normally, … More Don’t look into the light…
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