Spin cycle

Last week was a so-so week, training-wise. After the long run with Gary along the canal, I managed one mid-week run before hitting the canal with Gary once more, for a more modest 16.5k. It was a broken up run too, because we are pitching an idea about the Greenway and it necessitated multiple stops … More Spin cycle

At Swim-One-Bird

“You were seen going into the Scotch House.”Guessing the informant had also been drinking, O’Brien quickly replied “You mean I was seen coming into the Scotch House…” Irish novelist, Flann O’Brien, in response to accusations of drinking on the job as a civil servant in the 1940s. The allegations were of course true, but no-one … More At Swim-One-Bird

Thirty big ones

I sent a text to my mate Ciaran after this run. “30k in the bag”, it read, “legs in the skip.” (And for my readers across the larger of the two ponds that surround this island, that means a dumpster.) Another running mate, Gary, had tapped me up during the week to see if I … More Thirty big ones

Itching to get back

Well, given the last few weeks of itchy misery here, it was inevitable that I would concoct such a cheesy headline. And so, here it is. My curious incident with the dog in the park was not, as it turned out, my biggest problem, but the rather strange and unexpected reaction to penicillin I was … More Itching to get back