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…
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)
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