In the pre-feminist days of the caveman there must have been many, many occasions where such a man had to fight off a rival caveman who wanted to dash his brains in with a rock, murder his children, and take his woman for himself. Continue reading “Death-match at EAMS’ 6 Hour St Patrick’s Day Challenge in Belfast”
Writing this post feels kind of stupid because doing a marathon no longer seems like a big deal to me. But notice how I said “doing”, not running.
I had aspirations of running a marathon since my mid twenties but every single time I got into the rhythm of training my knees, back, or hamstrings, or something else got screwed up and my running came to an abrupt end. Continue reading “How To Do A Marathon Without Training”
I started doing this a couple of years back on account of suffering a neck injury as well as increased back pain in direct parallel to the increased amount of time I spent hunched in front of my computer like Quasi Modo. Continue reading “12 Reasons to Sleep on the Floor (pillowless)”
My legs a bit wobbly from running my first ever marathon the day before, without training I might add (blog post on this coming soon), I decide to double gun it and use two cameras to take photos of this event. Continue reading “Pillow Talk at Achill Running’s August Event 2017”
You like sexy, don’t you? Well, let me tell you, dear reader, that I had the sexiest time of my life in Achill at the weekend. No bull. No horns. Just sexy in the most psychologically mind glowingly amazing way possible. (All photos here soon). Continue reading “Sexy, Sexy, Sexy and Wild at the Achill Marathon 2017 (July)”
The intense excitement of a child going to Disneyland is what I feel when hurtling through time and space towards Belfast. (BELFAST 24 ALBUMS ARE HERE #1, #2.1, #2.2, #3, #4, #5, #6 )
Continue reading “24 Hours on the Run at the Belfast 24 Hour World Championships”
Ye haw! After a 7am in the mornin’ hike up the misty holy mountain known as Croagh Patrick, I set me down and wait for the participants to arrive. (All photos here over the next few days).
I got ma brand spanky new sign with me so now every dog gone person will know where to find ma photos (or at least they would if the thing didn’t keep blowin’ all o’er the place) cos it’s a gosh darned cryin’ shame when folks don’t get to see tharselves in action. Continue reading “The COW-boy ‘tographer Shoots Gaelforce West 2017”
Locked and loaded minutes before the winning triathlete reaches the 70km mark (where I’m positioned for today’s photographic extravaganza), I decide to blast out Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger and put it on repeat because, well, it’s a gosh darned awesome song and if an athlete isn’t motivated to keep pushing forward by listening to it then in all probability they don’t have a pulse.
Continue reading “Tri of the Tiger at the Lough Cutra Triathlon 2017”
A car exploding into flame on my route down to Kerry for the Lakes of Killarney Marathon 2017 meant that traffic on the motorway was halted for about half an hour.
It always hits me as strange how there’s a giant, and maybe infinite web of interconnected and unfathomable occurrences which lead to every split second happening across the space time continuum.
Continue reading “One for the Family at the Lakes of Killarney Marathon 2017”
