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…
Nothing much to report really, which begs the question… oh, well. As the great Magnus Magnusson was wont to say, I’ve started so I’ll finish. Head colds have been hanging around the house. And most unwelcome visitors they are too. It would seem half the country is suffering, and anecdotally, it’s easy to imagine the … More Bah, humbug… but maybe gym’ll fix it!
The start of the year has been a bit of a washout. Not so much the weather, though that has been poor by any standards. I am referring to my own meagre efforts at training. Since the ‘Lock Up The Year’ half-marathon on New Year’s Eve morning, I had managed one 5k trot in the … More Come in, Number A624157, your time is up…
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…
So the plan to run (at least) a mile every day for December is continuing. Without doubt the hardest one so far was last Saturday. Friday night was the ‘office’ Christmas party with the fire crew, and even basic movement the following morning was rather unpleasant. The run happened much later that day! About four of the … More Miles Remains
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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