Well, it has indeed been a little while since we last met. That goes for both the Dublin Marathon, and you and I, dear reader. The effects of Connemara are still being felt. After-shocks, you might call them, of the running kind. Not the seismic variety; more just heavy legs, niggly groins, grumbly knees and … More Hello, Dublin!
Last week’s long runs were supposed to be repeated this weekend, but as usual, life gets in the way. In this instance, though, it was a good distraction. For the last month or so, I knew I was stepping for S in the Athy triathlon. Even though it was her great idea to get two … More A Tri for training
Three runs to report on, the first of which was quite pleasing. After the Wednesday recovery run, Thursday’s tempo slog loomed large. They are not really as bad as all that, but they are probably the keystone in the programme, so you want to put in a good performance. In the end it worked out … More Two to go…
IN WHICH A TEMPO RUN TURNS INTO A RUN-LIKE-HELL RUN, WE DISCUSS THE FASCINATING DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MILES AND KILOMETRES*, AND HOLLY SAYS… WELL, WHAT SHE ALWAYS SAYS… When you’re in a six-days a week programme, life becomes a bit of a blur. If you’re not checking the weather to see when’s good to run, you’re … More Week Four
Do you remember that time we went running in Overland Park? No? Me neither. A reasonable week’s training, in which I had Pilates on Monday, a short run with the Vibrams on Wednesday (plus an hour of five-a-side footie), a decent 10k on Friday, and then this morning, I went with Mark for the usual … More Remember that time we went running in Overland Park?
So the New Year has started not so much with a bang as with a cough and a splutter. Mostly from S, poor thing, but I have not escaped either. It would appear the whole country has come down with some sort of head cold/sore throat/generic aches and pains. Tick as appropriate. But let’s be … More Happy… cough… New Year
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…
Well, I don’t know why I came here tonight I got the feeling that something ain’t right I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Here I am, stuck in the middle with you … More ‘A man’s got to know his limitations’