Half a loaf

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

Thirty big ones

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