When September Ends

Given the personal tragedy behind the lyrics, it’s a piss-poor co-opting of a song title to start a blog post, but I suspect Billie Joe won’t mind (and hey, we bought Foreverly with yourself and Norah, so hey-ho… swings and roundabouts and all that). Anyway, the point, if indeed there was a point, is that … More When September Ends

Ah, seriously!

We near the end of another week, and with one more long run to go in the morning, I will probably recap on the week’s training tomorrow. ‘Coz I know your week wouldn’t be the same without these regular updates… But just a quick one on a running-related matter. I run in the local park … More Ah, seriously!

Checking in

A quick recap of the week: Monday: 10k recovery run of reasonable pace. Tuesday: Speed work. Yuk. Has to be done. Over 14k of laps, around and around and around the pitches… Wednesday: Another recovery run of just over 10k. Thursday: Tempo run of just over 13k, below the target pace of 5:35. Friday: Recovery … More Checking in

Week Four

IN WHICH A TEMPO RUN TURNS INTO A RUN-LIKE-HELL RUN, WE DISCUSS THE FASCINATING DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MILES AND KILOMETRES*, AND HOLLY SAYS… WELL, WHAT SHE ALWAYS SAYS… When you’re in a six-days a week programme, life becomes a bit of a blur. If you’re not checking the weather to see when’s good to run, you’re … More Week Four

A quick update

Week Three comes and goes. Monday was a warm 10k recovery run. Bad idea. Left it ’til the hottest part of the day. Took just over the hour and I lost three gallons of sweat. Okay, maybe not three. Later that evening we had to do a BA exercise in Newbridge, which is a core … More A quick update

Training to a T

“Ripper Street: Tournament of Shadows (#1.6)” (2013) [last lines] Isaac Bloom: Joshua was right. Justice has become a commodity. Is this the shadow of what is to be, Inspector? My brother used to say the future belongs to men of reason, not of faith. Detective Inspector Edmund Reid: On that I would agree with him. … More Training to a T

The Burren Beckons

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