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
