The first fire of the season smoulders in the grate. My brother is over for the week, neatly coinciding with our Mum’s birthday, and he and I made short work of the last few logs which needed sawing, splitting and stacking. It’s next year’s firewood (unless we have a horrendously long Winter!), and the best … More Making tracks
Gym continues, and I have managed to fulfil my duties as regards getting in three sessions per week. I am noticing a few improvements in some areas, but I can’t say the classic bench press is doing a whole lot, as far as I can tell. We’ll stick at it, anyway. I have at least … More A run and some recollections
Just a quick wee post to let you all know that I am still here, plodding away. I know you worry. You really shouldn’t. The travails of the Wicklow Way certainly curtailed running for a while, and then I joined a gym. I can assure it was a pure accident. I was walking past the … More We haven’t gone away, you know…
The last few weeks have been work and running. Though mostly in the form of running, then work. That’s because trying to do 9 miles in the dark at night is not a whole heap of fun. So the midweek runs have meant early starts and getting the runs out of the way. These are … More Run, actually
IN WHICH WE REACH THE FINAL STAGES OF YET ANOTHER PROGRAMME AND BEGIN TO PONDER THE POSSIBILITIES FOR THE NEW YEAR, AND MAKE A SHOCKING DISCOVERY ABOUT MY MATHEMATIC ABILITIES (SPOILER ALERT: I CAN’T COUNT). WE ALSO DISCOVER THERE IS A SAINT DECLAN (ANOTHER SPOILER: IT’S NOT ME…) If there’s a glitch in the matrix, … More Everything comes to an end
IN WHICH WE REMIND OURSELVES, YET AGAIN, THAT MY AGEING, CREAKING BODY CAN RUN A MILLION MILES* BUT 90 MINUTES OF FIVE-A-SIDE IS TOTAL MADNESS AND MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL COSTS… Today marks the end of Week Five of the Programme, and so far, the wheels have not come off. Mind you, the long … More Eastbound
Okay, who’s the wise-guy with the click-bait headlines? Well, that would be me. So thanks to The Idle Cyclist, I am now forced to run at least 5k each day for the month of December. I say ‘forced’… in truth, it doesn’t take a gun to my head to slip on a pair of runners … More I don’t get out of bed for less than 5k a day…
It seems like a lifetime ago when I wrote this post, but according to all of the conventional forms of measuring time and dates, it was only back in June of this year. This year. 2020. No ordinary year. I bring it up not to recall the days when the sun was shining, but more … More Finding my sea legs again
Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above Don’t fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don’t fence me in ‘Don’t Fence Me In’ Cole Porter There’s always something cooking and nothing in the pot They’re starving back in China so finish what you … More Strange Days Indeed
Another modest week’s training. And another short post. During the week, I managed two runs, 10 and 4 miles respectively. Yesterday’s long run clocked in at just over 27 miles, and I got a free bonus farmer’s tan thrown in for good measure. Just as well I made the most of the sun though, because … More A modest week
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