On my Knees Photographing the London Marathon 2017

London Marathon 2017 Storm Trooper

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Even carefully laid plans often go tits up, or maybe I am just unfortunate. The following details my experience taking around 16,000 photos of the London Marathon 2017. (There is a total of 17 albums of photographs of the 2017 London Marathon the links to which will be here as processed: #1, #2, #3#4, #5, #6, #7, #8) Continue reading “On my Knees Photographing the London Marathon 2017”

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Children of the Road at the Clonakilty Marathon 2016 (Part II of II)

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Trapped! It looks like I’m going to spend the whole day locked in this house in Clonakilty instead of photographing the marathon here. (Photos here -albums: #1, #2, #3 )

“If you’re last out, lock the door and leave the key under the mat,” I was told by a very nice lady in the house I’m staying in, “the key will be left in the door until the last person leaves.” But there is no key in the door. With astute and rapid reasoning I realise the only other option is to climb out one of the windows. Continue reading “Children of the Road at the Clonakilty Marathon 2016 (Part II of II)”

More Than a Marathon in Clonakilty 2016 (Part 1 of 2)

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From Left to Right: Ia Hilliard (organiser), Frank Greally (Irish Runner editor), Adrianne Haslet (Boston Marathon survivor), Ray O’Connor (race director), Neil Cusack (1974 Boston Marathon winner), Amby Burfoot (1968 Boston Marathon winner), Bobbi Gibb (ran Boston when a woman doing so wasn’t sanctioned), Bob Hilliard (organiser).

Hospitalisation seeming like a very real necessity to him, at mile 97, is the climax of Ray O’Connor’s humourous description of his first ever attempt to run 100 miles in the annual Connemara ultra run of which he is the founder (he finished). No stranger to extreme running, Ray is a marketing professional, keen running enthusiast, one of  the race directors of this year’s Clonakilty Marathon and the man-on-the-mike for an inspirational series of talks with running superstars and survivors of the Boston Marathon bombings. Continue reading “More Than a Marathon in Clonakilty 2016 (Part 1 of 2)”

A Winter’s Tale at Ballina’s Belleek Woods Trail Marathon 2016

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Winter is death. Leaves flutter from trees leaving the skeletal branches as exposed and bare as a body without flesh. Summer’s aromas have left the air and the once green leaves turn to a brown mush underfoot. (All marathon photos are in albums here.) Continue reading “A Winter’s Tale at Ballina’s Belleek Woods Trail Marathon 2016”

Back in the Saddle at the Ballinasloe Marathon

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Never again, I say to myself as I spend hours upon hours ploughing through the ridiculous amount of photos I took at the Dublin marathon. It’s Thursday night before I finish going through and uploading all the photos I took and all day Friday I feel immensely fatigued and swear I shall never photograph another endurance event again. Continue reading “Back in the Saddle at the Ballinasloe Marathon”

The Halloween Rising of the COW at the Dublin City Marathon 2016

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Impossible, I think, it’s going to be impossible for one man to photograph around 20,000 marathon runners in any meaningful way. But that’s why the prospect excites me. (Thousands of photos here).

My alarm goes off at 6AM and I wonder if there’s really any point in getting out of bed to attempt to photograph the 2016 Dublin City Marathon.
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Out of the Shadows at the Galway Bay Marathon, 10KM, & Half-Marathon

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“JESUS CHRIST!” exclaims a passing lady after I say “good morning” to her from my carefully chosen vantage point a short while before the Galway Bay Marathon events start (Photos here). A whimsical part of me wants to say, “No, ma’am. I am not Jesus Christ. I am the COW! The Galway COW,” but, afraid that she might call the men in the white coats, or a veterinarian who may subsequently have me put to sleep for having a clear-cut case of mad cow disease, I elect to simply apologise and it turns out that she didn’t actually think my name was Jesus but the fact was, because I was sitting in the shadows beside a wall with the sun at my back, she couldn’t actually see, and was frightened by, me on account of being blinded by the bright early morning sun and startled by a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.

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