I am sitting in the kitchen with the laptop open and the radio on. One of the guests on the chat show just reminded me and the other listeners that we were ‘going forward’. It irked me that much that I had to turn off the radio. Look, it’s a tad churlish, I know, but … More Going forward
My opening gambit shall be a video. I referenced this ‘consistency’ quote a while back. January 2019, if you are interested. I am sure you are not. But anyway, here is the link. It’s a quirky little ad for one of my favourite beers, and sadly, it’s not one that’s readily available in my local. … More Consistency in a world gone mad
On Sunday last, Gary and I reverted to type, and took to the towpaths of Kildare for more running alongside a canal. It’s a thing. Possibly an affliction. Certainly in the realms of addiction. But always good to get out. Our early start on Sunday morning was going to plan until a small medical emergency … More ‘Tis folly to be wise
The signs of getting older are, em, actually… I’ve forgotten what they are again… ha, ha! Not that old gag again. Anyway. I can’t speak with authority on the signs of ageing, although I can make some comments about eyesight failing once you hit fifty (you fail the ‘jam jar test’: id est, you can’t … More This… this is the Way
IN WHICH WE HAVE A LITTLE DIP (AND NOT THE CELERY AND HUMMUS KIND), CONTINUE WITH PLANS FOR THE MARATHON, AND GET BACK ON TRACK Life is what happens when you are busy making plans, to paraphrase the great John Lennon. This week had that sort of vibe. In fairness, nothing extraordinary, and sometimes, that’s … More That’s life
IN WHICH WE DRAW A TENTATIVE LINE UNDER THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF TURBULENCE AND GET BACK TO A LITTLE BIT OF RUNNING, WHICH IS, AFTER ALL, WHAT KEEPS ME GOING. DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE? DID YOU? (YES, YES WE DID. ED.) In every superhero partnership, one is the sidekick, said my … More The Middle of Nowhere
We’re about 5k south of Carlow, and there is a diversion off the Barrow Way for essential maintenance. At first, being Irish, you assume the plastic barriers, warning tape and signs couldn’t possibly mean you. But as you begrudgingly leave the towpath that has become something of a lifeline over the previous day, you spy … More The Great Barrow Run
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake ‘The Tiger’ Another busy week. Three runs (Tuesday, Thursday and today, Saturday,) for about 32k all told. And there should be another 10k tomorrow. With Pilates on Monday, and a gym session on … More I can see Ciara now Lorraine has gone…
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