A WEEK IN WHICH WE MAKE TRACKS, FIND NEW TRACKS, AND THEN TRY AND GET BACK ON TRACK…OKAY, MAYBE THAT’S ENOUGH TRACKS FOR NOW… ISN’T IT IRONIC? NO. The problem with a week’s holidays is that it just isn’t enough. We split the week in two: a couple of days in Waterford, and a couple … More One week is not enough
AFTER A WEEK-LONG FIESTA OF FOOD, BOTANICAL BOUNTY AND PERFECT PERAMBULATIONS, WE BID A FOND FAREWELL TO OUR FAVOURITE PLACE ON EARTH. BUT NOT BEFORE WE SAMPLED THE WEIRD WATERS OF LOUGH GEALÁIN AND PUT OUR UNDERPANTS ON OUR HEAD… Holidays. They are all about eating and drinking without a care in the world, interspersed with … More The Burren Beckons
After the excitement of the Athy triathlon and the prospect of kick-starting the marathon training programme, my body (and mostly the legs department) gave me a reality check. I had done a few decent runs in the week after the race, culminating in a parkrun. Heavy legs; slow times. No issue with that, and … More Whoa there!
As mentioned in a previous post, I had not planned to do any triathlons this season. I’m signed up for the Dublin Marathon, and that will be my focus. But this event landed in my lap, so it would have been churlish to refuse! So with bugger-all preparation, I set off early on Saturday in … More TriAthy Olympic Triathlon, 2017
As they say (whoever ‘they’ are), you wait for a bus for ages, and then two come along together. Maybe buses are like women, and they have to go in pairs? Like going to the loo? Anyway, let’s not digress. We’re only starting this blog post and already we’re slipping dangerously off-message. In an era … More And then two come along together…
IN WHICH THERE ARE RUNS THAT RAN OUT, WALKS BY THE CANAL, EVEN MORE CANAL (THIS TIME IN KAYAKS) AND A NICE CODA The workout schedule has gone a little hat-stand but that’s okay. Last saturday was a short run after a long, hot day. As I recall, a good day. An early start, and then … More Ducks in a row
Busy week. Lots on in the office. Station is quiet, but then that is a good thing for the citizens of Leixlip and beyond as it means they have found clever ways to avoid coming a cropper in their homes and cars and other places. Well done all. I was delighted to be able to … More The mind. It matters.
IN WHICH THERE WILL BE PAIN. THERE WILL BE CURSING. THERE WILL BE SNOT ROCKETS*. ALL OF THIS AND MORE AS A YEAR’S TRAINING AND A LONG-HELD AMBITION MEET HEAD-ON WITH THE WORST WEATHER THE WEST OF IRELAND HAS TO OFFER. AND THE WINNER IS… Ever since I did my first triathlon, I think there … More Laughing with the Weather Gods… The Hardman race report.
IN WHICH WE USE ONE OF THOSE WONDERFULLY ‘BIG’ WORDS TO NAME THE BLOG, START TO FEEL THE NERVES, AND GET INTO THE MOUNTAINS AT LAST… ‘THERE’S GOLD IN THEM THERE HILLS!’ We’re on the downward spiral. With two weeks to go now, there’s little more to be done in terms of training. Now it’s all about … More The Penultimate Ride
Can you juggle? I can juggle. Well, I wouldn’t get a job in a circus or anything, but I can take three roughly spherical objects and do a few things with them, other than just hold them or drop them on the floor. I remember in my post-student days in flats watching folks juggling and … More Juggling (in the pool)