IN WHICH WE GET SOME EXERCISE THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE RUNNING, RUN OUT OF WOOD AT JUST ABOUT THE RIGHT TIME, AND HAVE A TIMELY REMINDER ABOUT THE LAMENTABLE LEVELS OF SAFETY FOR CYCLISTS ON THE ROAD… AND MAKE YET ANOTHER IMPULSIVE PURCHASE I treated our wood-burning stove to some TLC yesterday. I took the doors … More Back in the saddle
So the last post made some cheesy references to how I plan to tackle the 50k race in the woods. Well, this weekend, as training continues, I made sure to ignore my plan and over-do things. Looking at the training plan I have picked (a ‘beginner’s 50k’ plan) I can sense I will struggle to … More The good, the bad. And the ugly…
She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways… ’50 Ways to Leave Your Lover’ Paul Simon Well, I have found this year’s challenge. I … More 50 Ways (to eat an elephant)
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…
Nobody told me there’d be days like these Nobody told me there’d be days like these Nobody told me there’d be days like these Strange days indeed – most peculiar, mama ‘Nobody Told Me’ John Lennon I haven’t really been following a programme for this long distance triathlon. It’s an odd thing how, as the … More Strange days
IN WHICH WE FOOL THE BRAIN INTO CONFLATING THE HITHERTOFORE* UNTESTED CONCEPT OF TIME TRAVEL WITH THE RATHER MORE MUNDANE EXPERIENCE OF DÉJÀ VU… AND WE RUN AND SWIM A LITTLE TOO… Our concept of time is fluid in comparison to the reality of the stuff. Atomic clocks see to that. And you cannot escape time … More The fine art of time travel
Well Paddy’s Day has come and gone. I was never much of a fan. I had one or two experiences as a nipper, perched on the shoulders of adults, freezing and soaked, watching some odd floats trundle past in the nation’s capital. In those days, mercifully, the festival did the decent thing and contained itself … More Lá Fhéile Pádraig, and all that
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…
Oooh! New shooooes! Not mine, but Saoirse’s. The running has been tough on her back, not least when you are carrying around ruptured L4 and L5 discs. That’s a whole other story but certainly a new pair of runners can’t do any harm. And they were half price too, so a good bargain. They’re Asics … More A little retail therapy
IN WHICH WE WITNESSED THE FINAL WEEK OF THE GENERAL ELECTION WHERE MANY LIFELONG POLITICAL HEAVYWEIGHTS CAME TUMBLING TO THE GROUND, BUT THE REST OF US PRETTY MUCH GOT ON WITH THINGS… AS YOU DO! This week, Ireland was probably not the place to be if you don’t like politics. Of course, it could be … More Murder, they cried
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