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
Well, there’s not a whole lot going here at the moment. Lockdown tends to put a stop to your gallop. The race I should have been gearing up for (Gael Force West Adventure Race in Connemara) has been postponed. The only structured training I am doing at the moment is running, and even then, ‘structured’ … More Green shoots
IN WHICH THERE WILL BE PAIN. THERE WILL BE CURSING. THERE WILL BE SNOT ROCKETS*. ALL OF THIS AND MORE AS A YEAR’S TRAINING AND A LONG-HELD AMBITION MEET HEAD-ON WITH THE WORST WEATHER THE WEST OF IRELAND HAS TO OFFER. AND THE WINNER IS… Ever since I did my first triathlon, I think there … More Laughing with the Weather Gods… The Hardman race report.
Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? That is Heaven’s part, our part To murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child When sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild from ‘Easter 1916’ WB Yeats It may be April Fool’s Day … More A terrible beauty…
IN WHICH WE TAKE A RAMBLE THROUGH THE BOG OF FROGS, FINISH OFF AN EXCELLENT PRESENT, LAMENT THE PASSING OF AN OLD COLLEAGUE, AND ALL THE WHILE THE CLOCK IS TICKING… A new week, and the crazy weather seems, for now, to have passed. Or, to quote Met Eireann’s Gerry Fleming, from now we can … More Walk, don’t run