Well, there’s not a whole lot going here at the moment. Lockdown tends to put a stop to your gallop. The race I should have been gearing up for (Gael Force West Adventure Race in Connemara) has been postponed. The only structured training I am doing at the moment is running, and even then, ‘structured’ … More Green shoots
“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
A much-needed week away in Clare beckons; our favourite holiday spot. There will be visits to the beach, some swimming, walking, perhaps even a spot of light running. There will be food. There will be (for me, anyway), a few beers. Our daughter will join us on what will be probably her last trip away … More Holiday holding pattern
After the excitement of the Athy triathlon and the prospect of kick-starting the marathon training programme, my body (and mostly the legs department) gave me a reality check. I had done a few decent runs in the week after the race, culminating in a parkrun. Heavy legs; slow times. No issue with that, and … More Whoa there!