Apparently we have Clodagh to thank for all the poxy weather lately. Well, to be fair to Clodagh, when you live on a rock on the edge of the Atlantic, Winter storms are to be expected. So frequent are they, in fact, that they give them all names. And in the spirit of fairness, they … More Thanks, Clodagh…
Dear old Park Run emailed me this morning to wish me a happy birthday, which is terribly nice of them (even if I do appreciate that it’s all automated). In any case, my lovely family had not forgotten, and I was showered with gifts and brought breakfast in bed. Amongst the many goodies was the Neo … More One more wrinkle
Just back in from a 10k run, or thereabouts, in the Park. I sometimes take the phone with me, and clock the run. Using SmartRunner allows you to record a wide variety of stats, most of which we all ignore. Elevation, for example, is moderately interesting, but if you know the route reasonably well, it … More Ah sure what the hell…
IN WHICH WE MUSE OVER HOW WE GOT HERE, START THE PROCESS OF MAKING A TRAINING PLAN, AND TAKE STOCK OF SOME REALITIES… Quo vadis? It’s one o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, and it’s roughly nine months to the Hardman long distance triathlon. Nomenclature in this instance shouldn’t really be an issue, but as anyone who … More Three down, one to go…
They say bad things come in threes. I’m finding it hard to argue with that this afternoon, though normally that sort of numerological guff doesn’t work for me. In the lead up to the 10k, both of us had a tummy bug. Hot, stuffy head, back aches and upset stomach. Mine, fortunately, blew over during the … More Heavy hearts
Whoa, we’re half way there Whoa, livin’ on a prayer Take my hand and we’ll make it, I swear Whoa, livin’ on a prayer ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ Bon Jovi So. That was tough. The Ireman Triathlon took place yesterday (Sunday 27th September, 2015) up in Groomsport on the Ards Peninsula near Bangor, Co. Down. I had … More Halfway There (The Ireman Race Report)
A RAMBLING ENTRY IN WHICH WE ENTER THE END GAME OF THE TRAINING SCHEDULE, HAVE A VISIT FROM MY BROTHER AND NEPHEWS, GO SLIGHTLY OFF-PISTE IN THE BEER DEPARTMENT, LEARN A LITTLE ABOUT IRELAND’S GREATEST FOOTBALLER, AND DISCOVER (THANKS TO A BLOGGER), THE MEANING OF LIFE… Yes, some heady topics in there alright. My brother … More Who is Ireland’s greatest football player?
He’s got this dream about buying some land He’s gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands And then he’ll settle down In some quiet little town And forget about everything. ‘Baker Street’ Gerry Rafferty It’s the end of Week 10 (bar tomorrow), so that means the Big Day is drawing near. That’s a … More Nervous yet?
Week Nine of the programme is coming to an end. I wandered slightly from the path of righteousness (as defined by the 220 Triathlon website). This is an occupational hazard of having two jobs, a family, and something approaching a life. Not that you should complain too much in a week where we have witnessed … More Nine down, three to go…
“…When first we practise to deceive! (…ourselves we can train for a triathlon when we’re working).” Sir Walter Scott, ‘Marmion’ (with addendum by Unironedman). ‘Twas a funny week, training-wise. We’ve just started into Week 9, and it’s billed as a recovery week. Just as well. The holiday break shook the schedule a little, and added … More “Oh what a tangled web we weave…”
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