Sunday, June 26, 2011

7 Miles with Kevin.

Kevin and I set off on our 7 miler...

Kevin and the clan came home yesterday evening and called to the house this morning wondering if...  Of course, says I, why not.  And so we did.  To be honest, we set off with the casual intention of doing the same as we did last week:  our three mile 'up and down the road' route.  However, when we hit the turnaround spot I asked Kevin if he wanted to push on up to the four mile mark.  When we got as far as the four mile mark, Kevin mentioned that he had hoped to get close to a 12k run this weekend, so we set off towards Doilín, and a 7 mile run. I's great to run with good company - one pushes the other and the the conversation shortens the distance.  We ran the hills with gusto and slowed down when we needed to.  There was nary a bit of rain and the weather, though gloomy for summer, was fine for running purposes.  A nice run, good company, great distance.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

3 Miles with a Twist.

Bóithrín an tSagairt

You can't beat a summer's Saturday morning.  I got early to give the students their breakfast, and with a long free day stretching far ahead, I tore into some serious house cleaning -  basically turning the house upside down, cleaning and mopping and mopping and cleaning!  After about four hours of housework I decided to reward myself with a 3 mile run... my usual 'up and down the road' jaunt, but with one little twist in the tail.  On reaching the turnaround point I decided to head right, instead of turning directly back down towards the house.  This right turn would bring me on a nice little loop, stretching the 3 mile mark marginally in terms of distance, but significantly in terms of difficulty.  The road is known as Bóithrín an tSagairt (the Priest's Road), and is basically an unforgiveable hill that leads to the highest point on the peninsula.  From here, on a clear day, you can see as far as the Island of Garumna to the west, and out to the Aran Islands to the south.  I huffed and puffed up the savage hill and felt gggggreeeeeeat at the very top.  Just like Tony the Tiger.  The rest of the run was easy peasy after this!  Throughout I hummed the infectious 'what you focus on grows' tune that I heard the last day.  Running can be a great old life motivator...!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

St John's Eve...

The lads make toast on the bonfire!

23rd of June is known as St. John's Eve, or Oíche San Seán - a time when villages along the west coast of Ireland are lit up with bonfires galore... There are 15 teenage students living in our house at the moment (learning Irish) so we gathered as much wood as we could, threw a bag of turf on top, splattered with some petrol and awwwway we went!  I got some bread and jam and the lads were trying to toast the slices as they dangled at the end of thin branches - faces were burning for the sake of the toast!  A lovely night - at least we kept up our side of the bargain.  Juneathon was ticked with some sit ups!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

What you focus on grows...

There's nothing for me to do today but highlight a fantastic blog post from Julia, at Running to Learn. This post is exactly why I love to keep a blog - to find inspiration like this!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Wild Garlic.


We've been living here for three years now, in a beautiful and rugged spot by the sea.  Many years ago my father turned the boggy ground around where my house now stands to make potato beds - not an easy job in Conamara, for if you're not sinking into wet bogland or marsh then your hitting hard rock - and there's plenty of that, believe me!  What's also plentiful around here is wild garlic - standing tall and proud amidst the briar and heather.  I can't claim to be any great nature boy - it took a visit from my cousin Míchéal to point this majestic wild plant out.  Truth be told, I'm not wild about garlic, but I may just be wild about wild garlic - at least the look of it!  Exercise wise:  a paltry mile...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Ups and Downs.

Nice to run with company - well provided today by brother Kevin!

I've been letting myself down lately - dropping standards, dulling ambition, doing things badly.  I slipped with my Juneathon quest again yesterday, though that doesn't really bother me too much, it's the quality of what I've been doing recently that is gnawing at me.  This morning I had reason to be in a field beside our house and heard the clearest cricket song.  The little fellow was relentless, hiding somewhere in the long grass, he chirped and chatted away to the world like a madman amusing himself.  Our place is usually full of birdsong in the morning, but today belonged to this little fellow.  My brother Kevin was at home, so we decided to go for a run when my student lodgers left for college.  It's nice to run with a bit of company every once and awhile.  We did my usual 'up and down again' route, marking the 5k turnaround point at Cóilín Daddy's.  Our pace was brisk enough and we even decided to stretch it out for the last 1k.  I was upbeat again after this run, and decided to look at some positives:  I may not be training as hard as I was last year, but I'm still at it and, though they be short jaunts, I've still competed well enough for Juneathon.  Not too bad, an do better!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Sit Ups...

Not fun, not a run, but done.  30.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

I.5 Mile.

Got up and down for a quick 1.5 miler this evening.  Not too many spectators out to cheer me on as I continue my Juneathon quest - very disappointing!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Thaaar She Bllooooowws.......

The same scene, just a few days ago, and it looks like an entirely different country...

The weather - the runner's constant companion, is fierce moody this year.  Last week she smiled on Friday and cried on Saturday.  Ever since she's blown hot and cold.  To be honest, I've fallen out with her this year.  Last year I could take her moods, actually the more volatile she was the more I liked her.  Windy, rainy, stormy - I didn't mind, I just wanted to be out there with her.  This year, though, I'm turned off by her wild mood swings.  Truth be told I've been making lame excuses just to avoid her.  It's getting a bit awkward between us... this evening I trotted down the road and up again for three miles and everything was like old times again - she smiled, I laughed, we got on so well.  Let's hope this rekindles our love affair... the ball is in her court now...

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Mile.

Yesterday I did some sit ups, but failed to blog them up in accordance with Juneathon rules, so technically I'm out.  However, I'm going to plough on anyway - surely a 90% success rate is better than nothing!  Today I ran a paltry mile - it's all I had time to do... better than nought.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Another Day of Sit Ups...

Following yesterday's fantastic run, and lovely weather, comes a dank and dirty day of sit ups, press ups, and not a bit of running. Still it keeps Juneathon ticking, somehow!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

7.5 miles, on a day of meetings...

My wife was the first soul I ran past, she on her way back from a walk, and I on my way to Dóilín Strand...

Upon joking about a need for drugs following a stressful day, a friend remarked that I should go out for a run to get my 'natural high' - never truer words were spoken.  Today, I finally broke the 5 mile barrier, for the first time in quite a while, with a fantastic 7.5 mile run, from one tip of the peninsula to the other.  This was a day of meetings for sure.  In the hour prior to set off Yolando and her children called to the house, followed by Big Ron and his youngest Cóil.  When all were gone I set off, down to the lighthouse first of all and then up towards the village.  The first soul I met on my run was my own dear wife on her way back from a walk - so the camera was sprung!  After this I met Síle and her young ones, crossed paths with Mícheál, Peadar and half the world... The opposite tip of the peninsula to us is the famous Coral Strand - Trá an Dóilín, so at this point I turned to head back for home.  For about a half a mile after the turn there's a steep and steady incline.  It nearly broke me!  But what goes up must come down (or at least level off!)... I trotted back home at a decent enough pace - and lastly met cousin Bríd!  A fine run, on a fine day...

Friday, June 10, 2011

Sit Up Day.

It's Juneathon after all, and though I won't be a winner, or anything near, I've decided to keep going for most of the month at least.  Today was a sit up day, just 30 - enough to make my soft stomach churn!  And on it goes...

Thursday, June 9, 2011

5 Miles.

This scraggily beauty marks the entrance to our  home in wild and windy Conamara...
Out the road at 7pm, down towards the lighthouse and back up again.  Not a mile gone when the heavens open and I'm being lashed - punished for past sins, or sins of a past life or just punished.  Or am I being treated to nature's greatest cleanse?  While the world inside four walls can look out with dread at June rain, the runner is quick to adjust, and even delight in it.  All day long I felt sluggish, but all of a sudden I'm revived, galloping up Ard na Bleaistéirí, past my mother's house, nearing the top of the hill at Connolly's and still stretching the legs.  By the time I got as far as Matt Tom's I was ready for London 2012.  My intention was to go out for 3, but I ended up stretching it to 5.  And I loved every minute!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

After Work 3 Miler...

A windy but bright June day and after work I trotted the prom at a slow enough pace.  The place was full of walkers, as always, but funnily enough it was low on the runner barometer for some reason.  Felt good, but didn't push the pace too much... Juneathon ambles on..

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Another One Miler...

It's changeable weather out here, but beautiful to catch a run in between showers...

To keep Juneathon just about going, I trotted out for a one mile run today - up and down the road was all.  I was under a wee bit of time pressure, so good just to tick a box and funnily enough, it felt like enough!  Back tomorrow with some serious running (I hope).

Monday, June 6, 2011

Resorting to Sit Ups...

So as not to fully collapse for Juneathon, I did some sit ups today... a few, maybe 40.  My stomach is in bits. Bits I tells ya, bits...

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Run a Month Club are Kings (and Queen) of Cong...

King Cong (well, King of the Cong 8K!)... Deep in the woods of Ashford Castle..

The run a monthers were in fine form today for the Cong 8k... Cong is a gorgeous little village in the west of Ireland, just on the border of Counties Galway and Mayo and famous for two things: A) it was the site of a famous John Wayne movie called The Quiet Man and B) there is a beautiful old castle in the village (now a hotel) called Ashford Castle - where so many famous Kings, Queens and Presidents have stayed over the years. The run, which started on a little off-road just outside the village, was one of the most satisfying I've done for a long time.
Kevin crosses the line and checks his watch with a  satisfied grin...

Cormac and Ruth bringing it home in style...

The route meandered through woods and trail, with a good part of it on the grounds of the famous castle.  Kevin and I ran most of the route together - he is in fine form right now!  I tend to mentally break these races into sections of 2ks, and I decided to up the pace a bit for the last two, after taking it slightly easier for the previous two.  The very last km was a real up hill slog, but I was happy enough crossing the line at 40.43.  Kevin followed at 41.16 and Ruth and Cormac ran together for a time of 51mins...
We even had time time for coffee in Ashford castle to celebrate afterwards with Mom and Kevin's two youngest in tow...

Friday, June 3, 2011

2 Miles...

Just two short miles today on the Galway prom after work... It was the nicest day of the year so far - almost to hot for running!  Men, women and children were out in their bikinis in Salthill. Yes, everyone in bikinis.  Day 3 of Juneathon done!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Day 2 Juneathon - 1 Mile Run.

Didn't even need shorts for this one!

I have rarely done a run as short as this, but with time being scare and the legs being slightly heavy after two days running in a row, I decided it would be good to mark day 2 of Juneathon with the shortest of hops, out the door, down to the pier, and up to the one mile marker.  On a beautiful even, it was a beautiful idea!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Day 1 of Juneathon... 5 miles.


June is back, and so is Juneathon, that weird and wonderful jogger/blogger marathon when we sign up to run or exercise every day and blog about it, every day!  I muddled through last year with some, well plenty, sit-up days, but this year I am determined to run a bit more if I can!  I had my heart set on a run in the neighbouring village of Spiddal today with the rest of the Trísport club but had to come home and attend to some house fixing work due to the imminent arrival of 15 young teenagers on Monday (for the first of three summer camp courses for which we are a host houses!).  With my Spiddal plan scuppered I decided to do my usual up and down the road run.  The legs were weary enough for the last mile or two, but generally I did ok, for the first day that is!  Good luck to all other Juneathoners... let the games begin!!!