I honestly wasn’t looking for this stat. Honest. Okay. I sense you don’t believe me. That’s okay. We’re cool with that. I’m not sure I even necessarily believe it, but I was slightly tickled nonetheless. What does it mean? I mean, really mean? No idea. I guess the stats are the stats. I guess I … More Overachievers Anonymous Much?
IN WHICH MONTHS OF TRAINING ARE NEARING AN END, AND WE CAST A COLD EYE ON THE DUBLIN MARATHON COURSE, PLUS AUTUMN THROWS UP A FEW GOLDEN MOMENTS… Well, that seems to have come around fairly quickly. My mate and I have been training for the Dublin Marathon (how do you know someone is training … More Taper time…
I think as race titles go, the Great Fjord Swim beats ’em all. It’s a swim. In a fjord. And it’s great. I’ve only done it twice, but I would heartily recommend it to anyone who likes a splash in the sea surrounded by some of the most stunning scenery in the world. What’s not … More The Great Fjord Swim
IN WHICH WE CELEBRATE OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY (AND A BIRTHDAY) – ATTEMPT TO EAT OUR OWN BODY WEIGHT IN PIZZA, AND PLOT A COURSE FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE YEAR… Last week was the peak in the programme. The speed work and tempo runs are pretty much at their max, and yesterday was the longest … More Pizza by the kilo…
The following may contain some views that some readers may find deeply patronising and potentially insulting. If you are allergic to such views, then head on over here instead… First up, apologies for the expletive. But I feel it’s warranted. Here’s some blurb from the marketing boys at Garmin, to give you an idea why … More Seriously? For fuck sake!
Another week has passed, and another week closer to the Dublin Marathon at the end of October. Training has been going well. A few breaks here and there for holidays, but then stoppages can occur at any time… We have just had one of the sunniest Summers on record, so rain has not been an … More A Sting in the Tail
My Dad has been doing some tidying up lately. In particular he has been sifting through layers of ‘stored’ material in his workshop, dating back decades. It’s an archaeological dig of sorts. As quite a lot of my stuff (and my brother’s) is in there, he pops in routinely with odds and sods. This morning, … More Old School
As yesterday’s missive was really about our brief holiday in Paris, and therefore about as exciting as watching a stranger’s wedding video (and I don’t mean one of those set-ups on YouTube where the bride and groom suddenly perform some crazy break dance routine, or Ed Sheeran pops out of the cake, singing ‘Galway Girl’ … More And then two come along together…
‘Each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word’ The Ballad of Reading Gaol Oscar Wilde S and I have been to Paris many times; even before we had kids. The horror! That’s a while ago indeed. I can … More Bonjour, said Dougal, in French…
On Saturday 18th August, we found ourselves southbound on the way to the lovely village of Castleconnell for a Sprint Triathlon. It had been a target for S to get at least one triathlon in before the year’s end, but alas as the day approached, her back troubles were just too much, and she was … More A Triathlon Intermission
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