Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the futureTime keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the future ‘Fly Like an Eagle’Steve Miller Band I seem to be having a lot of those moments lately. I have no doubt the canny Germans have sprinkled a little vorsprung durch technik magic dust onto a few words and bolted together … More Slip slidin’
The weather has been good of late. Unseasonably hot for these parts. Of course, we marvel at our 32° in Galway while Portugal gets baked with 45° so it’s all relative, I guess. Essentially, there has been no running of late, nor any gym work. Exercise is taken at work, running up and down stairs … More A drought of sorts…
Just a quick bloggidy-blog post from your friendly unironedman. It will ten years tomorrow when I started this online adventure, which was the precursor to a slightly longer (and ongoing) one in which we set out to do an ironman somewhere in the world. Somewhere turned out to be Kerry, and who could complain! Well, … More Happy Birthday to me. Sort of…
I did say I would report back with an update on the shoe situation, and here at unironedman, we do like to keep our word. And so I present to you the new (to me) Saucony Endorphins, all the way from France. They show very little wear on the soles and the uppers are in … More New. To me, anyway
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’
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
The European Athletics championships are on this week, and although the national broadcaster are showing a lot of the events, on Friday evening, they have opted for the testosterone-fuelled rugby instead. The athletics has been relegated to the Player on the laptop, for those that have it. Ordinarily I would be stuck to the rugby, … More Some mixed news to relay…
IN WHICH WE PAY A VISIT TO OUR FRIENDLY LOCAL HOSPITAL AND MEET A MAN WHO HAS BROKEN MORE BONES THAN THERE ARE BONES, AND PONDER ON WEIGHTY MATTERS OF PHYSICS… As I walked along the road towards my mate Jim’s house, I could see a decorator scraping flaky paint off the walls of a … More Fitness to practice
I am going to get ahead of the criticism by saying at the outset that I ain’t no corporate shill! But now and again, it’s okay to give in to your baser urges, and occasionally admit when a product or service was absolutely bang on. And as luck would have it, two came along together … More In praise of a pair of shoes…
As I sit here in my little office, relatively insulated from the world’s madness, I actually have a brief moment where I can’t recall if the riots were this week, or last. It’s a measure of how much sheer emotional data has swarmed down the information superhighway. It’s been a deluge. A flood. An overload. … More Dublin, oh Dublin…
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