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
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” Emma Lazarus The New Colossus Well, this hopefully won’t be my last post, but it most probably will be the last one before the marathon on Sunday morning. There’s not a lot to report in … More Welcome, huddled masses!
Okay, so as it happened, Ex-hurricane Ophelia didn’t actually break my heart. It did, of course, cause a lot of damage across the country, and in some cases brought very real tragedy to at least three families. Simon and Garfunkel fans will get the reference. The rest of you are possibly too young. Or have … More Ophelia, you’re breakin’ my heart…
Three runs to report on, the first of which was quite pleasing. After the Wednesday recovery run, Thursday’s tempo slog loomed large. They are not really as bad as all that, but they are probably the keystone in the programme, so you want to put in a good performance. In the end it worked out … More Two to go…
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth” The Road Not Taken Robert Frost This short post is an all-too-brief homage to my local running spot, … More The Path Taken
Well I suppose, for some of our foreign readers, we should point out that craic is an Irish word. Irish folks are always out for the craic. Havin’ the craic. Lookin’ for the… well, you get the idea. Just as there’s no real translation for the Danish word hygge (‘cosiness’ is close), there is no … More The craic was 90!
Just recently, someone said “The big day draws ever closer. And like all big days, it will come, and it will go. And then we may have to think about doing something else. But for now, that can wait…” Well, that was me. And I didn’t wait long. To celebrate turning 50 at the end … More 21 for 50
Another week is drawing to a close. Another week of training. The big day draws ever closer. And like all big days, it will come, and it will go. And then we may have to think about doing something else. But for now, that can wait. Monday: recovery run. Was an odd one. We had … More Does it blend?
IN WHICH WE CELEBRATE AN ANNIVERSARY, CONTEMPLATE THE ‘HOLY TRINITY’ OF MARATHON RUNNING, BID A SLOW AND FOND FAREWELL TO THIS YEAR’S BOTANICAL BOUNTY, SEARCH FOR THE PERFECT GEL, AND REMIND ONESELF THAT THERE ARE OTHER SPORTS IN THE WORLD TOO… Well let’s get the training week out of the way first. Monday: the standard … More The Long Run
“Precious time is slipping away But you’re only king for a day It doesn’t matter to which God you pray Precious time is slipping away” Precious Time Van Morrison Another week has ‘slipped away’. There’s no need for an in-depth existential discussion on time; David Tenant*, as Doctor Who in the TV series of the … More Tippin’ away