My Dad died on 24th January. It’s very raw. I am writing some thoughts down, but it’s really for personal reasons, for now. It was never the purpose of this blog to get too caught up in personal ‘stuff’ anyway. The idea was to have a space for me to riff about running, and other … More Run to the hills
The last few weeks have been work and running. Though mostly in the form of running, then work. That’s because trying to do 9 miles in the dark at night is not a whole heap of fun. So the midweek runs have meant early starts and getting the runs out of the way. These are … More Run, actually
“Mackerel sky, mackerel sky. Never long wet and never long dry” You will never waste time staring at clouds. I know folks like to wax lyrical about snowflakes and how they are all unique. Your mileage may vary. But hands up here who has ever actually seen a snowflake under a microscope? And then another, … More Big Mackerel Sky
In my last post, I was running around in circles, trying to drag my sorry arse around a tiny piece of woodland in the middle of Kildare. (On a side note, ecologically-speaking, we are the poorest of all the EU countries when it comes to tree coverage. Our neighbour, Meath, ranks the lowest in Ireland, … More Theatre of the absurd
As promised, this post contains images of the recently unveiled tree sculpture in our local park. Bravo to whoever made the decision to engage an artist to make something creative out of a dead Beech tree. I know if that tree had been half a mile further west, in Kildare instead of Fingal County Council, … More This. This is fine…
Is it just me, or are medals getting heavier and heavier? In the good old days of the Community Games, you would get a little metal object that you could close your small, sweaty fist around. If you did particularly well, you might get a plaque. As a young lad, this was the highlight of … More Challenging Times
Today is the first day of Spring. And look, if you disagree, that’s okay. It’s a free country (for now, though there is a growing list of countries that are not free at all, at all; looking at you, Myanmar…). If you are one of those types who doesn’t understand Brigid’s Day and the importance … More Spring is here at last
Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above Don’t fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don’t fence me in ‘Don’t Fence Me In’ Cole Porter There’s always something cooking and nothing in the pot They’re starving back in China so finish what you … More Strange Days Indeed
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…
“Cathy, I’m lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping And I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They’ve all come to look for America” America Simon and Garfunkel Hibernation. From the Latin hibernus, for Winter. And, I gather, an anagram for ‘breathe in’. … More Hibernation, and a farewell to arms
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