Well, given the last few weeks of itchy misery here, it was inevitable that I would concoct such a cheesy headline. And so, here it is. My curious incident with the dog in the park was not, as it turned out, my biggest problem, but the rather strange and unexpected reaction to penicillin I was … More Itching to get back
In the general scheme of things, that’s a naughty title, I admit. Let me explain. We’ve been under the kosh of late in the station. Low crewing levels due to illness have meant that even mundane things like going for a run have been tedious to arrange, and oft-times, simply not possible. It’s total and … More Drive-by shooting
IN WHICH WE CONTINUE TO TRAIN, BUT NOT SO MUCH FOR A TRIATHLON, WATCH SOME WONDERFUL SPORTING ACHIEVEMENTS ON THE TELLY, AND PAY A VISIT TO A VERY SPECIAL PLACE… It’s been a busy old week. Plenty of running, and plenty of running to watch on the telly, if that’s your thing. Generally-speaking, I prefer … More A Very Special Visit
This unassuming patch of grass overlooking the Mill Lane, where I grew up, is at the heart of St. Mary’s Park. There are quite a few ‘old school’ housing estates like this around the country, where solidly-built houses surround an open space. If there were plans for these open spaces, it seems that these were … More For Matt
I’m not sure how many personal benefits there are to my fire service job, though giving one perspective on life would definitely be one of the knock-on positives. It’s been a really rough week for us and the next brigade in the neighboring town. We have had several particularly bad call outs, and, as the … More Life’s what happens…
The IronMan 70.3 came to Dublin last weekend, and it was quite the bandwagon. It’s a well-oiled machine, and you can see why it costs so much to enter one of these branded events. Worth it, if you have the money. My mate Ciarán took part in his first ever half-ironman (via a charity), and he did … More The IronMan rolls into town!
A very brief post to wish my mate Ciaran the very best of luck in the Dublin Half Ironman, or 70.3, as they prefer to brand it. Alas, this race came a little too soon for me, but now of course I wish I was taking part. This is a classic case of the Oisin Syndrome. (You … More Dublin calling…