IN WHICH WE LEAVE IT VERY LATE IN THE DAY TO TACKLE THE ONE PEAK WE HAVE FAILED TO SUMMIT TO DATE, AND WE ENLIST THE HELP OF SOME VERY ‘SUPER’ FRIENDS TO ASSIST IN THE ENDEAVOUR… Firstly, I should acknowledge straightaway that the 39 steps are in fact 39 seconds. With an average stride … More 39 steps
The weather has been good of late. Unseasonably hot for these parts. Of course, we marvel at our 32° in Galway while Portugal gets baked with 45° so it’s all relative, I guess. Essentially, there has been no running of late, nor any gym work. Exercise is taken at work, running up and down stairs … More A drought of sorts…
Just a quick bloggidy-blog post from your friendly unironedman. It will ten years tomorrow when I started this online adventure, which was the precursor to a slightly longer (and ongoing) one in which we set out to do an ironman somewhere in the world. Somewhere turned out to be Kerry, and who could complain! Well, … More Happy Birthday to me. Sort of…
I am not sure when or how I picked it up, but I’ve had quite the nasty, niggling groin strain for the last few weeks. I did what most runners do in these circumstances, and largely ignored it and continued to train and go to the gym. As you do. Consequently, it got worse. As … More The times they are a’ changin’
There had been a sniff of a Dublin Marathon race ticket earlier in the year. It never materialised. A quick five-minute session on the pop-psychologist’s chair would have unearthed a certain indifference to the whole running thing anyway. This would have led to many more sessions on the couch, but we really don’t have time … More Marathon times
I am finally getting around to rebuilding my shed/workshop/man cave (delete as appropriate). For a whole range of reasons I need not trouble you with, the original was in the wrong place, and must be… replaced! It will be a fun project, although a lot of work, considering I am a one-man-band. The new one … More Not everything is a documentary…
I am still awaiting confirmation that I have a ticket for the Dublin Marathon. Its popularity has seen it move from an event that most folks could be confident they would get a ticket for, to a lottery system, in a fairly short space of time. It was inevitable really. It moved to the more … More That’s what friends are for…
It is counter-intuitive for any of us who have ever run a race, but there is one running competition where in order to win, you must finish last. It does seem, on the face of it, like some manner of cunning riddle that Gollum may have pitched to Bilbo Baggins in the caves under the … More Last but not least
IN WHICH WE COME TO THE END OF OUR COURSE, DO A WEE BIT FOR NATURE, BID A FOND FAREWELL TO AN OLD FRIEND, AND GET A LITTLE FESTIVE CHEER ON BOARD… That month fairly flew! I have finished up my EMT course, and have been deemed fit enough to go forward for my 40 … More A farewell to arms
As I sit here in my little office, relatively insulated from the world’s madness, I actually have a brief moment where I can’t recall if the riots were this week, or last. It’s a measure of how much sheer emotional data has swarmed down the information superhighway. It’s been a deluge. A flood. An overload. … More Dublin, oh Dublin…
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