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
“Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ Into the future Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ Into the future I wanna fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me” Fly Like and Eagle Steve Miller Band Time. Indeed. Wibbly, wobbly, timey-wimey stuff, as we mentioned a while back … More Like an Eagle
IN WHICH WE MUSE ON THE EFFICACY OF THE GYM AND PROMISE TO SET OUR MINDS ON THE RIGHTEOUS PATH OF GOOD HABITS, MANAGE A FEW PARKRUNS, AND FINALLY GET AROUND TO SIGNING UP TO ANOTHER EVENT… I really need to get back into the gym. Not that I like the gym, of course. I … More And in other news…
Well, it’s Friday. Five days since Dublin. How are the legs? How is the body generally? What to take from the whole experience? Well, I suppose one or two interesting stats, anyway, for starters. The last finisher over the line came in on 8 hours and 30 minutes, and was placed 15,888th. This means that … More Running the numbers in the settling dust
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” Emma Lazarus The New Colossus Well, this hopefully won’t be my last post, but it most probably will be the last one before the marathon on Sunday morning. There’s not a lot to report in … More Welcome, huddled masses!
IN WHICH THE TRAINING PROGRAMME GRINDS EVER ONWARDS AND WE STRUGGLE MANFULLY TO HIT OUR TARGETS, WHICH WE DO, MORE OR LESS. SORT OF. MOSTLY. IT’S A RUN OF TWO HALVES… Why did I pick a running programme with so much running? I suppose the simple answer is fear. Fear and pride… well, fear, pride … More 8 days a week
Given the personal tragedy behind the lyrics, it’s a piss-poor co-opting of a song title to start a blog post, but I suspect Billie Joe won’t mind (and hey, we bought Foreverly with yourself and Norah, so hey-ho… swings and roundabouts and all that). Anyway, the point, if indeed there was a point, is that … More When September Ends
A WEEK IN WHICH WE MAKE TRACKS, FIND NEW TRACKS, AND THEN TRY AND GET BACK ON TRACK…OKAY, MAYBE THAT’S ENOUGH TRACKS FOR NOW… ISN’T IT IRONIC? NO. The problem with a week’s holidays is that it just isn’t enough. We split the week in two: a couple of days in Waterford, and a couple … More One week is not enough
Week Three comes and goes. Monday was a warm 10k recovery run. Bad idea. Left it ’til the hottest part of the day. Took just over the hour and I lost three gallons of sweat. Okay, maybe not three. Later that evening we had to do a BA exercise in Newbridge, which is a core … More A quick update
A much-needed week away in Clare beckons; our favourite holiday spot. There will be visits to the beach, some swimming, walking, perhaps even a spot of light running. There will be food. There will be (for me, anyway), a few beers. Our daughter will join us on what will be probably her last trip away … More Holiday holding pattern
