I am not sure when or how I picked it up, but I’ve had quite the nasty, niggling groin strain for the last few weeks. I did what most runners do in these circumstances, and largely ignored it and continued to train and go to the gym. As you do. Consequently, it got worse. As … More The times they are a’ changin’
As the great Dave Lee Roth has said on many an occasion, time rolls on. And that’s as it should be, he added. Well, it will, regardless of our opinion, I suppose. Moot points abound! And so it was that during the week, a message popped in from Gary to see if I was around … More Return to Three Rock
There had been a sniff of a Dublin Marathon race ticket earlier in the year. It never materialised. A quick five-minute session on the pop-psychologist’s chair would have unearthed a certain indifference to the whole running thing anyway. This would have led to many more sessions on the couch, but we really don’t have time … More Marathon times
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I put it to you that on the said date, Saturday 11th May, an egregious crime was committed in the vicinity of St. Catherine’s Park in Leixlip. A heinous act that has gone unchallenged for too long. An act of vandalism against good typographic layout that has caused unnecessary … More Alone, we are…
I am finally getting around to rebuilding my shed/workshop/man cave (delete as appropriate). For a whole range of reasons I need not trouble you with, the original was in the wrong place, and must be… replaced! It will be a fun project, although a lot of work, considering I am a one-man-band. The new one … More Not everything is a documentary…
Well, as Gary said earlier (and I paraphrase somewhat), that’s the evening’s entertainment sorted! As it turned out, he is as impatient as I am, and sat down and watched our film this afternoon, and has given it five stars. Now, I didn’t ask if that was out of ten. Nor would I point out … More A Hike in the Hills Film
Life has been busy of late, though since the Slieve Bloom Way, not so much in terms of running. A few, short ones, plus a good deal of walking, and a few dips in the lake. As compensation, I spent a lot of hours watching the Olympics, in the hope that some of that incredible … More Weddings and funerals…
IN WHICH WE DO OUR ‘ONE MAD THING A YEAR’ ALONG THE SLIEVE BLOOM WAY, GET A LITTLE WAYLAID AMONGST THE PINES, AND INVENT A NEW TERM FOR UNPLANNED DETOURS… From a toponymic point of view, Slieve Bloom takes its name from an ancient mythical character called Bladma. As it’s old Irish, the ‘d’ is … More A hike in the hills
I’ve mentioned Gary’s blog before. Everything about it is effortlessly cool. Unlike some bloggers who ramble on ad nauseam (Who? Moi?), this author delivers beautifully crafted, compact pieces of loveliness. There hadn’t been much activity in the last few months, to the point where I was worried we may have been robbed of his elegant … More A tale of two Garys
IN WHICH RUNNING CONTINUES TO BE SPORADIC, WE PAY HOMAGE AT THE FESTIVAL ALTAR OF ALL FESTIVALS; A PLAN BEGINS TO BE, IF NOT HATCHED, AT LEAST INCUBATED, AND WE BID A SAD FAREWELL TO A DEAR FRIEND The weekend before last saw Gary and I saunter around the town. It’s a sort-of circumnavigational loop, … More Simply outstanding in my own field…
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