Mountains between us

My running rehab continues. Yesterday, Mark dragged me out of bed (albeit by text message, suggesting we go for a run), and we managed about 4 miles in the local park. Neither of us were feeling particularly feisty, but it’s always good to get out. No hot chocolate, alas, to bookend the activity, as I … More Mountains between us

Run to the hills

My Dad died on 24th January. It’s very raw. I am writing some thoughts down, but it’s really for personal reasons, for now. It was never the purpose of this blog to get too caught up in personal ‘stuff’ anyway. The idea was to have a space for me to riff about running, and other … More Run to the hills

The Old Man

And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good nightDylan Thomas I write it out in a verse –MacDonagh and MacBrideAnd Connolly and PearseNow and … More The Old Man

More park life!

No point in making a cheesy joke if you can’t labour the point. And just like buses that arrive in pairs after a long delay, I managed a second parkrun this Saturday after a lengthy absence from this wonderful event. And it’s certainly not for any lack of love for parkrun, which has been a … More More park life!

parklife

“It’s got nothing to do with Vorsprung durch Technik, you know?(Parklife)(Parklife) and it’s not about you joggersWho go round and round and round(Parklife)(Parklife)” ParklifeBlur Sharp-eyed marketing types will understand why parklife has a lower-case ‘p’ in the title. The rest of you won’t care one bit. The second lot of people; you’re damn right. I’ve … More parklife