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)”→
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”→
“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.