…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…
Today feels like the first day of Spring this year. At the moment, it’s blue skies and sunshine, and everyone, myself included, is out walking their dog. Along the Black Avenue, the usual suspects are out and about, including the perennial Lesser Celandine, which I suspect many folk dismiss as buttercups. They are of the … More Whale-riding in Kildare
After the Donadea 50k, I wasn’t so much tired as very, very hungry! I ate anything that moved in the next few days. The watch guesstimated 4,200 plus calories died along the way for the cause. A few hot baths, a bit of foam rolling, and a couple of rubs with Deep Heat, and I was ready to … More A Spring in one’s step
The above line was taken from an article recently by Irish Times columnist, Jennifer O’Connell. I don’t know much about her, save what I have gleaned from the pieces she has written for the magazine. But this quote caught my eye. She goes on to say: “But I don’t have to be good at running. … More “I’ll never be good at running…”
Spring. If it hasn’t fully sprung yet, it’s most definitely springing. The week has come to a close, and the weather has improved noticeably. Yesterday, the left knee was a bit sore, as were the hammies, and there’s nothing worse than someone pontificating about how important it is to rest up when you feel a … More Spring. Coiled and ready…
