I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. ‘The Waking’ by Theodore Roethke That’s a rather heavy way to start a short post. I’ve just stumbled on that poem and you can read the full thing … More The (D)evolution of man…
We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire. Neither the sudden shock of battle nor the long-drawn trials of vigilance and exertion will wear us down. Give us the tools and we will finish the job. Winston Churchill 9th February, 1941 Okay, a quote from Churchill is perhaps an odd way to start … More Give us the tools…
IN WHICH WE HAVE THE FIRST SNOWS OF 2017, GET BACK TO SOMETHING APPROACHING NORMAL AS REGARDS TRAINING, AND CONTINUE THE DIY FITNESS REGIME WITH SOME, EH, HOME DIY… It doesn’t really snow much here in Ireland. We were at a little bump the other day (what is technically called an RTC, or road traffic collision) … More The Grand Tour
At the last minute, Pilates was cancelled. It’s a small group of about a half dozen souls who try and meet up each Monday evening. Cathy is the instructor, and knows her stuff. We, on the other hand, are all blokes who run, but apparently couldn’t find our core with a coal shovel. Or any … More Keep yer planks straight and yer Russians twisty…
IN WHICH THE MIGHTY VIKINGS* FINALLY BOW OUT OF THE EUROS, WE GEAR UP FOR SAOIRSE’S TRIATHLON NEXT WEEK, AND ROUND OFF THINGS WITH A DECENT, IF SOMEWHAT BRUISING SESSION… I have no doubt most Icelandic folk have a pain their holes with the world’s (largely) lazy media descending on their country (if not actually … More Good week, bad week…
I read somewhere in some triathlon book that this whole triathlon lark would give you the body of a Greek god. I can’t recall which book it was, otherwise I’d go back and re-read it, and maybe email the author with a piece of my mind. Just out of interest, I did one of those … More Greek gods and sleeping dogs
‘Twas a year ago to the day when I sat down at this computer and decided to start a blog. The blog was triggered by a rather rash decision to do an ironman. Now what triggered that may require a few sessions on the couch, so we won’t go there. But certainly once that decision … More Happy Blogiversary
IN WHICH WE RAMBLE ON ABOUT TRAINING PLANS WITHOUT ANY SCIENTIFIC EVIDENCE TO BACK UP SUCH SCEPTICISM, CONTINUE TO RUN AN UNPAID, UNREGULATED TAXI SERVICE, AND GET A BLOODY NOSE FOR MY TROUBLES… It’s been a busy week. A lot of work on in the office, and a fair few call-outs in the station. After … More Baby steps and bloody noses
IN WHICH WE COMMISERATE WITH A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE WHO HAS A BIT OF MELTDOWN IN LIMERICK, COMPLETE OUR SECOND BRICK SESSION (SORT OF) AND EXPERIENCE THE RISE AND FALL AND EBB AND FLOW OF TRAINING… Last Sunday was an early start. I normally hit the park with my mate Mark and we do anything … More You need fuelin’, baby I ain’t foolin’
Running on empty is never a good idea. But first let’s go back and recap on the week so far. Monday was another gym session, followed by a decent swim, as covered in the last post. On Tuesday, I was feeling a little twitchy after a day’s work and headed out into the gloom with … More Walks like a duck…
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