IN WHICH WE PONDER THE DEEP MYSTERY OF WHAT IS OR IS NOT COMING HOME, AND CONTAINED WITHIN THIS POST IS SOME SWEARING, SO IF WE’RE ALL COOL WITH THAT, LET’S CRACK ON, SHALL WE? Look. If this whole ‘it’s coming home’ business has passed you by, that’s probably not a bad thing. What’s coming … More It’s coming home. Allegedly
IN WHICH WE DRAW A TENTATIVE LINE UNDER THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF TURBULENCE AND GET BACK TO A LITTLE BIT OF RUNNING, WHICH IS, AFTER ALL, WHAT KEEPS ME GOING. DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE? DID YOU? (YES, YES WE DID. ED.) In every superhero partnership, one is the sidekick, said my … More The Middle of Nowhere
After the last post, where I mentioned my initial failure to take a picture of a Buzzard that I knew in my heart would be rubbish, and then getting the opportunity to prove my point a few days later… well, it’s as if old Buteo buteo is mocking me now. Or perhaps even stalking me. … More Buzzard update… I may be in a Hitchcock movie
Alright. Who writes these ‘gotcha’ headlines? It has to stop. This isn’t the Daily Mail, for fuck’s sake. (Note: this is the correct usage of the phrase. It’s the genitive case, so the apostrophe is warranted. Grammar is important. Like I said: it’s not the red tops around here…) Anyway, the flaw in the logic … More A fatal flaw
IN WHICH ANOTHER WEEK DRAWS TO A CLOSE WITH SOME FINE SPRING WEATHER, HOLLY GETS A MUCH-NEEDED HAIRCUT, AND I REALISE THAT I MAY BE RUN-FIT, BUT I SURE AS SH!T AIN’T BIKE FIT… The wheel spins. The world turns on its rather odd axis of about 23.4 degrees. Or obliquity, if you prefer. … More I’ll huff and I’ll puff…
IN WHICH WE TRY AND GET BACK TO REGULAR WAYS IN THE POOL; GET BACK OUT FOR A FEW RUNS, WITNESS SOME MORE WONDERFUL WILDLIFE MOMENTS, AND DISCOVER SOME RESIDUAL FITNESS FROM THE HALF-IRONMAN TRAINING… This week we tried to put some shape on things, in terms of training. I don’t imagine I’m any different … More Treading water
Yesterday was another run in the Park. And now that I type it, it sounds rather pleasant indeed. It wasn’t a 5k Park Run though, but a long run of 1 hour and 45 mins. You can’t run around our local park for that amount of time without looping back on yourself a few times, and … More Punching the clock
Set off up the Black Avenue. Greeted with a low-flying mewling buzzard. It’s warm and pleasant and overcast. Top the hill and down the long stretch towards the treatment plant. Recently-laid tarmac path overgrown with lanky annuals, all keen to exploit the freshly-turned earth. Turn left up the long draw past St. Catherine’s Well and out … More Training Week 1 for Half Iron concludes with a long(ish) run in the Park
