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  • Resting under a blanket of tiredness
  • Running in Dingle with Kevin Leahy (left) and Dáithí de Mórdha.Did that all really happen? For weeks, every day I got up, had breakfast, filled my water bottles, checked my route, and then with a wave to Marietta and Ossian I set off on my merry way. At times it was exhausting, the hours could drag on, my body ached. But the road, or trail, was always out there, and moving along it was my constant. It was simple, all-consuming. It became normal.And then, just like that I stepped out of it, and i
2024年10月07日
  • Notes from the pit of exhaustion
  • Breaking the finishing tape on Ha’Penny Bridge.I did it, folks. With the final few embers, blowing on them hard to get one last shimmer of energy out of that almost dead fire in my body, I somehow did it. On Friday I completed my 1,400-mile (2,250km) run around Ireland.It was all going so well until a few days before the end. I’d cruised from Belfast out to Lisburn along the canal path the previous Sunday, feeling strong and lean - fitter than I’ve felt in years. Then, midway through Monday, Mar
2024年09月30日
  • Glimpsing the key to infinite power
  • The Western Way in County Mayo.The road has been long and empty this past week. After a few days of being swept up and looked after by my extended family in Galway, last Monday I set out again, heading north. The first day I had the company of Brian, a slightly intimidating 6ft 4in geophysicist who worked half the year on ships, and who loped along easily beside me in his singlet and wrap-around shades. He was constantly on the look-out for places to swim, but as we edged away from the city and
2024年09月10日
  • After the fall
  • Running along the Cliffs of MoherIt was all going so swimmingly. Twice this week I arrived at my destination before I’d even realised it. What, we’re here already? I’d been running with people, chatting away happily and not even noticing the miles zipping by under me. I’d been taken down secret “ghost trails” along the huge Cliffs of Moher, and the sun was even shining, finally. And then, 20 miles into a run across the rock-strewn alien landscape of the Burren, thud, my toe hit a rock, I was in
2024年09月02日