A half-arsed half

IN WHICH WE FINALLY ADMIT WE MAY HAVE WRUNG THE LAST DROPS OUT OF ALL OF LAST YEAR’S TRAINING FOR DUBLIN AS WE HIT DONADEA UP FOR A HALF, AND DONADEA HITS BACK… Saturday was World Half Marathon Day. I know. Who knew? Well, the numbers were kind of catchy, so I guess it just … More A half-arsed half

50 not out

I am a runner. Let me explain. Perhaps I should start from this morning. With sausages. And black and white pudding. With eggs, tea and toast. In bed. A cooked breakfast in bed? On a Monday morning? What is this sorcery? And gifts! Gifts and cards. That can only mean one thing. Another turn of … More 50 not out

Two to go…

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…

The Path Taken

“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