IN WHICH WE RAMBLE ON ABOUT TRAINING PLANS WITHOUT ANY SCIENTIFIC EVIDENCE TO BACK UP SUCH SCEPTICISM, CONTINUE TO RUN AN UNPAID, UNREGULATED TAXI SERVICE, AND GET A BLOODY NOSE FOR MY TROUBLES… It’s been a busy week. A lot of work on in the office, and a fair few call-outs in the station. After … More Baby steps and bloody noses
Well the fine weather is here at last. It won’t actually. Last, that is. It rarely sticks around for long. But it’s here right now, and it’s glorious, and everything just feels better when the sun’s out. Maybe this is what it’s like to live by the Med? Of course, being Irish, we go a … More Land of the lobster
IN WHICH WE COMMISERATE WITH A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE WHO HAS A BIT OF MELTDOWN IN LIMERICK, COMPLETE OUR SECOND BRICK SESSION (SORT OF) AND EXPERIENCE THE RISE AND FALL AND EBB AND FLOW OF TRAINING… Last Sunday was an early start. I normally hit the park with my mate Mark and we do anything … More You need fuelin’, baby I ain’t foolin’
It’s been a mixed bag of a week so far. Saoirse and I were sitting out in the garden, drinking tea, what with it being sunny and all, and she asked how the training was going. She’s just signed up for her own triathlon in July. You can read about it here. If you don’t … More A mixed bag
Yet another week. Another Sunday. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose, ou quelque chose comme ça… In a break with tradition, I’ll update the diary first. Monday: (covered briefly in the last post) contained a short swim of about 1.25k, and then a late run in the park. The run was delayed as four different drivers … More Home improvements
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…
Well, I don’t know why I came here tonight I got the feeling that something ain’t right I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Here I am, stuck in the middle with you … More ‘A man’s got to know his limitations’
The original Run to the Hills was of course a classic Iron Maiden number, as I reveal my youthful, denim-clad days of yore when I had lots of hair and little sense. And now I have little hair, but still no sense (just thought I’d jump in there and make the gag before anyone else … More Run to the hills
My recent birthday present of a proper headlamp got its first outing this evening. It was an impromptu run, as I had planned to swim, but when I arrived at the pool it all looked suspiciously quiet. When I approached the desk and asked if there was a swim on, the receptionist replied “well, normally, … More Don’t look into the light…
Apparently we have Clodagh to thank for all the poxy weather lately. Well, to be fair to Clodagh, when you live on a rock on the edge of the Atlantic, Winter storms are to be expected. So frequent are they, in fact, that they give them all names. And in the spirit of fairness, they … More Thanks, Clodagh…
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