I’ve mentioned Gary’s blog before. Everything about it is effortlessly cool. Unlike some bloggers who ramble on ad nauseam (Who? Moi?), this author delivers beautifully crafted, compact pieces of loveliness. There hadn’t been much activity in the last few months, to the point where I was worried we may have been robbed of his elegant … More A tale of two Garys
IN WHICH THE DAY FINALLY ARRIVES AND WE HEAD OUT FOR THE INAUGURAL DOWN TO TOWN MARATHON The Down to Town idea came about when Dublin Marathon was cancelled for a second year in a row due to Covid. The marathon in the nation’s capital began back in 1980 and has been growing in popularity … More From the Hill of Down to Leixlip Town…
IN WHICH WE RETURN TO THE PROGRAMME, BECAUSE, WELL, IT’S THE PROGRAMME, DUMMY, AND WE SEE HOW THE LEGS ARE AFTER THE WILD WEST… The week draws to a close, and as is the way with Sunday mornings, they often find me out somewhere, running. And I’m nothing if not predictable, so yes, I had … More Half a loaf
My feet are here on BroadwayThis blessed harvest morn,But oh! the ache that’s in my heartFor the spot where I was born.My weary hands are blisteredThrough work in cold and heat!And oh! to swing a scythe once moreThrough a field of Irish wheat.Had I the chance to wander back,Or own a king’s abode.I’d sooner see … More The Ghosts of The Old Bog Road
I sent a text to my mate Ciaran after this run. “30k in the bag”, it read, “legs in the skip.” (And for my readers across the larger of the two ponds that surround this island, that means a dumpster.) Another running mate, Gary, had tapped me up during the week to see if I … More Thirty big ones
Back in September, I had a little adventure. You can read the blog post here: https://unironedman.com/2020/09/15/a-right-royal-triathlon/ I know avid readers of this blog have already devoured this post, printed it out, and are eagerly awaiting their T-shirts in the post… (Sorry, what? There are T-Shirts? No-one told me there would be T-shirts!) Anyway, between the … More A film with me in it…
IN WHICH WE REVISIT AN OLD FRIEND, WITH SOME OLD FRIENDS AND NEW, AND TAKE A JAUNT DOWN IRELAND’S LONGEST GREENWAY IN SEARCH OF HERITAGE, HISTORY AND WORLD RECORDS… I’m staring at the ruffled waters of Richmond Harbour in Clondra. It’s about 7am on a Saturday morning, 12th September, 2020, and I’m still a little … More A Right Royal Triathlon
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