Reunions (and a bit of stalking) in Paris

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 house every few years. When I was nine, the twins and their siblings moved to a village in an adjacent county, Wexford, less than 100km from …

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Ireland 2015

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 can't, because I forgot to take a photo of the delicious scones topped with fresh cream and jam which we ate at the Castle Cafe …

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ITB Saga continues

‘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 was me; the inference being that I was dying to run again, raring to go as they say (on racecourses). I was near the end …

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A little bit back, a little bit forward

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 but a week's break has done nothing to improve my ITB. Sigh. When I left Oslo in 2010, I regretted not having taken photos of …

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