Running through middle age, one parkrun at a time, a long way from home
When I was nine, my best friends were twin girls, four years my senior, who lived next door. Their dad was a bank manager, so they were Irish nomads who moved … Continue Reading Reunions (and a bit of stalking) in Paris
Yesterday I did my first non-Australian parkrun in my home town, Kilkenny, something I’ve been looking forward to for months. But I’m not going to write about it yet. I … Continue Reading Ireland 2015
‘She’s chomping at the bit so she is,’ someone said yesterday. I wasn’t anywhere near a racecourse or stables but lying flat on a physiotherapy table. The ‘she’ in question … Continue Reading ITB Saga continues
We’re in Ireland now, enjoying the cooler weather and eating our way through the tin of Cadbury’s Roses my mother has kept for us since Christmas. I’ve tried running twice … Continue Reading A little bit back, a little bit forward
