I did say I would report back with an update on the shoe situation, and here at unironedman, we do like to keep our word. And so I present to you the new (to me) Saucony Endorphins, all the way from France. They show very little wear on the soles and the uppers are in … More New. To me, anyway
Behold these old runners. I feel like I have had them forever, but I can pinpoint the time I bought them because, dear reader, I wrote a blog about the experience. And here it is. And I still have them. I did also write a piece – a sort of love affair, if you like … More Life in the old dog
I am not sure when or how I picked it up, but I’ve had quite the nasty, niggling groin strain for the last few weeks. I did what most runners do in these circumstances, and largely ignored it and continued to train and go to the gym. As you do. Consequently, it got worse. As … More The times they are a’ changin’
I have invented a new term for the running community. It’s called Foamo. It’s a really awful play on words, and describes how just about every runner you’ve ever met will still get a little bit silly about a new pair of running shoes. And in particular, that added niggling neurosis that they are somehow … More FOAMO
Could there be anything more trivial to worry about than getting new runners during a pandemic? I suppose there probably are. I will resist the urge to find them, but I think each of us have had those moments in the last year or so. My own running footwear situation here was getting a little … More Third time’s a charm
Me? A shill for the corporate gods of marketing war and the big machine of global free-market capitalism? Never! Unless, of course, there’s a pandemic on, and all my runners are literally falling apart at the seams, and the shops are closed. In which case, yes; maybe… And as someone adroitly pointed out, you can’t … More New shoes
IN WHICH WE ATTEMPT TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF A SQUEAKY RUNNER, AND FIGURE WHAT’S GOOD FOR THE SHOE GOOSE IS ALSO GOOD FOR THE BIKE GANDER… OBTUSE? STICK AROUND… Last week, my trusty Saucony Everuns developed a squeak. Just on the left one. As an exercise in Zen Buddhist philosophy, there is merit … More Old soles, new treads…
On Saturday 18th August, we found ourselves southbound on the way to the lovely village of Castleconnell for a Sprint Triathlon. It had been a target for S to get at least one triathlon in before the year’s end, but alas as the day approached, her back troubles were just too much, and she was … More A Triathlon Intermission
We’re about 5k south of Carlow, and there is a diversion off the Barrow Way for essential maintenance. At first, being Irish, you assume the plastic barriers, warning tape and signs couldn’t possibly mean you. But as you begrudgingly leave the towpath that has become something of a lifeline over the previous day, you spy … More The Great Barrow Run
I am a runner. Let me explain. Perhaps I should start from this morning. With sausages. And black and white pudding. With eggs, tea and toast. In bed. A cooked breakfast in bed? On a Monday morning? What is this sorcery? And gifts! Gifts and cards. That can only mean one thing. Another turn of … More 50 not out
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