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
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake ‘The Tiger’ Another busy week. Three runs (Tuesday, Thursday and today, Saturday,) for about 32k all told. And there should be another 10k tomorrow. With Pilates on Monday, and a gym session on … More I can see Ciara now Lorraine has gone…
IN WHICH THE MIGHTY VIKINGS* FINALLY BOW OUT OF THE EUROS, WE GEAR UP FOR SAOIRSE’S TRIATHLON NEXT WEEK, AND ROUND OFF THINGS WITH A DECENT, IF SOMEWHAT BRUISING SESSION… I have no doubt most Icelandic folk have a pain their holes with the world’s (largely) lazy media descending on their country (if not actually … More Good week, bad week…
