… but it can rain for a considerably long time… Running of late has been as scarce as common sense and human decency around the globe. Look, I’m sure there are lots of decent folk around the world, doing thoroughly decent things. Indeed, I know this to be true. I have been among them when … More It can’t rain forever…
That whole ‘new year, new me’ stuff really gives me the ick. (On a temporal point of order, as someone I follow online quite rightly suggested, we should celebrate the Winter Solstice, not some arbitrary date like the 31st or the 25th, which is itself ripped off from a variety of religions and whatever you’re … More New Year, new, eh… year (and some new 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…
IN WHICH WE INVENT A NEW FORM OF TRIATHLON, WITNESS SOME REALLY SERIOUS RUNNERS AT WORK, AND PONDER ON SOME WEIGHTY TOPICS… I may accidentally have stumbled upon the best way to workout. It could indeed be the new triathlon. On Saturday, our local parkrun was celebrating its eighth birthday. Alas, celebrations were a little … More Run, bun, run
IN WHICH WE TAKE TO THE HILLS IN ORDER TO TEST OURSELVES ONCE MORE AGAINST THE ELEMENTS, AND DISCOVER THAT THE ELEMENTS REALLY DON’T CARE WHAT THE HELL WE GET UP TO… ELEMENTS-1, HUMANS-0… EVERY TIME… BUT COULD SALVATION COME IN THE FORM OF A MAN SPORTING A BEARD ON WHICH KEIRA KNIGHTLEY ONCE CAVORTED? … More One step closer to home: The Wicklow Way report
My running rehab continues. Yesterday, Mark dragged me out of bed (albeit by text message, suggesting we go for a run), and we managed about 4 miles in the local park. Neither of us were feeling particularly feisty, but it’s always good to get out. No hot chocolate, alas, to bookend the activity, as I … More Mountains between us
After nearly sixteen years as a firefighter in my local station, I have decided to hang up my boots. It’s been quite the ride. I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of… no, sorry. That’s not my speech. Apologies. My speech will be far more mundane, assuming I get … More Clearing out my locker
“Hot town, summer in the cityBack of my neck gettin’ dirty and grittyBeen down, isn’t it a pity?Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city” Summer in the CityThe Lovin’ Spoonful The city turns its back on its canals. I suppose Venice is an exception to this rule, or indeed, other towns where the … More Summer in the city
IN WHICH WE REMIND OURSELVES, YET AGAIN, THAT MY AGEING, CREAKING BODY CAN RUN A MILLION MILES* BUT 90 MINUTES OF FIVE-A-SIDE IS TOTAL MADNESS AND MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL COSTS… Today marks the end of Week Five of the Programme, and so far, the wheels have not come off. Mind you, the long … More Eastbound
IN WHICH WE REVISIT AN OLD FRIEND, WITH SOME OLD FRIENDS AND NEW, AND TAKE A JAUNT DOWN IRELAND’S LONGEST GREENWAY IN SEARCH OF HERITAGE, HISTORY AND WORLD RECORDS… I’m staring at the ruffled waters of Richmond Harbour in Clondra. It’s about 7am on a Saturday morning, 12th September, 2020, and I’m still a little … More A Right Royal Triathlon
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