We lost a good man this week. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It never is. Cancer can’t read, of course. After Irish hospitals had done all they could here, there was a carefully crafted plan to fundraise and get Ciaran to Mexico for specialist treatment, and the fundraising worked incredibly well. But in … More The best of us
IN WHICH WE MAKE PLANS, BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT’S GOOD TO HAVE A PLAN, AND ALSO, IT’S A ROUTINE FEATURE OF LIFE ON THIS PLANET THAT EVERY PLAN YOU EVER MAKE IS SUBJECT TO TERMS AND CONDITIONS (OR THE ‘PUNCH IN THE FACE’ THEORY, ACCORDING TO MIKE TYSON…) Let’s get to … More Tales of the unexpected
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…
IN WHICH WE HAVE SOME RAIN DELAYS WHICH INADVERTENTLY TRANSLATE INTO A TAPER FOR A TRIATHLON THAT WASN’T… The weather last week was poxy. Poxy is an all-encompassing Irish word which is generally applied to the elements, not least because, in fairness, the weather here is often poxy. But as with all great slang, it … More Missing: one pair of sea legs…
IN WHICH WE DISCOVER A FISH KILL IN A LOCAL STREAM, HEAD TO WEXFORD AND DON’T RUN, AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY AGREE TO DO A HALF-MARATHON… Well it’s been an odd week. We are well into Week 7 of the programme, and it promises to be a tough building week (or ‘the biggest 14 day training … More A mixed bag of stuff…
unironedman 