The programme for Connemara 100 starts next week, officially. I think I may be in denial about the whole adventure. They say if you’re not frightened by your plan, your plan is not challenging enough. Or some such bollocks. They say a lot of stuff, whoever they are. By Week 8 of the plan, I … More Miles are the new kilometres
Winter is well and truly upon us. The bird feeders have been stocked, firewood has been delivered and stacked, and shopping bags are starting to accumulate in the bedroom, with orders not to look inside. On Saturday, I dragged my weary bones over to Castletown House demense to see if I could make a dent … More A step too far
There are clearly many benefits to training for a long-distance race. After last year’s exploits with the Dublin Marathon, I was able to sling-shot off the back of all that exercise and get a PB in a half-marathon of 1.40:17 a month later. I hadn’t set out to get that time, but as the kilometres … More And so the race begins…
IN WHICH MONTHS OF TRAINING ARE NEARING AN END, AND WE CAST A COLD EYE ON THE DUBLIN MARATHON COURSE, PLUS AUTUMN THROWS UP A FEW GOLDEN MOMENTS… Well, that seems to have come around fairly quickly. My mate and I have been training for the Dublin Marathon (how do you know someone is training … More Taper time…
IN WHICH WE BID FAREWELL TO OUR OLD BUT RATHER EXPENSIVE ‘LEISURE CENTRE’, WATCH QUITE A LOT OF FOOTBALL, AND KEEP THE MILES TICKING OVER… We welcome a new blender into the house. In a recent post, we lamented the loss of our much beloved and reasonably well-used smoothie-maker. I say lament, and no; one … More Stats, cups and blenders…
Well it was nearly three years ago to the day when I set up this blog, and here we are, still tippin’ away. I should probably do a little spring-cleaning… well, perhaps that’s not the right phrase, but certainly I could rejig the initial premise of the blog, which was to do an ironman before … More Bless your little cotton socks…
Well it’s been a funny old week or so. We got Dad home from the hospital on Thursday, which is great news. He’s doing well, and seems to have no lasting effects from the stroke. He’ll have to take it easy, but that’s easier said than done. I’ll have to hide his van keys for … More Business as usual
…when you’re busy making plans… Hell of a week. Last weekend, there was rugby and long runs. Monday started off with a gym session. There was work, as normal. Then on to Tuesday. And my Mum is at the door with a worried look. Dad is in the garden. He’s had a fall and can’t … More Life is what happens…
IN WHICH THE EPIC SPORTING SUCCESS TOOK PLACE ON THE RUGBY PITCH, WHILST THE FAR MORE MODEST EXPLOITS OF ONE M.A.F.* TOOK A BACK SEAT… After Ireland’s success in the Six Nations (that’s rugby, for those that live under a rock, or certainly, not on this particular rock), there were high hopes for the two … More Epic
Regular devotees to this blog (!) will know of my fondness for Anemone nemorosa, or the Wood Anemone; that rather wonderful member of the buttercup family that literally takes over St. Catherine’s Wood every March and April before just as swiftly vanishing for another year. Once the first few pop up out of last year’s undergrowth, … More Third time’s a charm…
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