Way, way back in April of this year, I did a little event called the Connemarathon. Because I am both kind and also recognise the chronic laziness of my readers, I am supplying the link to that race report here. There is absolutely no need to thank me. I managed to mooch around the forty … More Unfinished Business
IN WHICH WE REACQUAINT OURSELVES WITH THE WILD WEST OF CONNEMARA, DISCOVER THE DANGERS OF DISCO, AND MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS: THE CONNEMARA ULTRA RACE REPORT Somewhere along the road to Clifden, Gary and JC are chatting in the front as I peer out the windows from the back seat. I forget the lead-up to … More Shuffling the deck
Not long to go now. On Saturday afternoon, Gary, JC and I will head west towards Connemara and our accommodation in Clifden. And the following morning we will all arise and get going on our various missions. There are three distances, and between us all, we will tackle all three; the half, the full and … More Westward Ho!
By the time I caught up with her, she was out of sight. It’s one of those daft things you hear as a kid, and it sticks with you. Not sure of its provenance, nor does it matter, I suppose, though I recall my Mum used to say it to us, and she found it … More Those Marsh Marigolds kinda snuck up on me…
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’
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