Guest Post: How an Old Timer Keeps Up His Fitness Regime

Author bio: Gary Baker is the proud founder of, a blog dedicated to encouraging others to stay healthy and active. He writes on various hobbies he has taken up to achieve this, as well as product reviews such as his recent Callaway Supersoft review.

I am quite old. In fact, I am currently in my 50s, and I did not begin truly unlocking my body’s potential until a few years ago, when I was in my late 40s. Back when I started, it seemed to be at an age that many considered too late to begin. Who starts exercising after their physically prime years have passed anyway?

Well, I am proud to point out that I have maintained an enjoyable and highly beneficial daily jogging routine for a couple years now. It keeps me in shape, avoids issues men my age typically run into, and is leagues better than letting my body fade away due to age.

Today, I have the opportunity to share with you all how I kept up with my fitness goals and routines. Certainly, my experiences can be greatly applicable to yours. These are lessons I personally learned, but lessons that can be applied practically to anyone who has set a mission for themselves. With that said, let’s begin.

Set up proper preparation

 Setting up the appropriate steps to prepare yourself for the journey ahead is a huge part of the battle for general fitness. It is especially important if you have had years of inactivity and are just now stepping into the game with a head full of ambition and seriousness.

The first thing I would do is analyze what you need and want. You cannot make goals if you don’t know where it is you’d like to be. Take time with this, since it varies from person to person. Some people desire incredible strength while others want to simply be quicker or more mobile. Some want to bulk up while others just want that lean body. Figure out first where you are and what your body is at the moment. Then evaluate the potential places you can go from your current state. For example, it is impractical to go from “skinny-fat” to “lean body with muscle definition”. The most efficient way to go from point A to point B in this case is to bulk up in muscle, then cut down on fat. Likewise, wanting to go from an already-heavy body to a bulkier, stronger body is manageable, but not ideal. Optimally, you would shed some fat first, then slowly put on weight in the form of muscle mass..

Take it slowly

I cannot stress this enough. Too often, especially if you’re like me and had a rapid burst of obsession with fitness after years of idleness, people ignore the bigger picture. When I first began jogging, I was exhausted only a few minutes in. This happened each day for at least 2 weeks. Especially at my age, I felt very little willpower to move on. But I looked at what kind of change I wanted to implement with my life and what kind of effort and time commitment that entailed.

Take it day-to-day. Each struggle is just one battle of many in your path to success. Whether it be failing a set while lifting weights, accidentally binge eating 1000 extra calories over your daily limit, or waking up weighing a pound more than expected, take these failures with stride and carry on.

Do some research every now and then

I don’t see this being recommended enough when talking to others about reaching my goal. Doing your own research on ways to help you personally reach your own goals is far more important than understanding basic information that may or may not be relevant to you. Search on Reddit (their /r/fitness and /r/running subs are my most-visited places) or other discussion hubs for people similar to you, with body compositions and/or goals like yours.

Truthfully, most people trying to jog daily are not over 50. Most are actually 18-30 year olds. Of course, that information is valuable to me, but what’s even more valuable are documented journeys of people actually my age that also want to accomplish the same goal. I used Reddit’s search function and found many similar people. I tried to find people facing the same struggles I faced in my journey (losing too much water weight was one of them, for example) and learn from them.

Make sure you’re having fun

The last thing I learned from my continuous journey is to keep doing what you love to do. I love every moment of putting jogging in my morning itinerary. I love plugging in my earphones and listening to The Beatles or a podcast on my phone. I love the burst of oxygen and the fresh air I inhale from my increased heart rate.

I know some parts of fitness are simply dreadful. I could see myself getting tired of lifting weights or consistently tracking my food intake. But I’d say learn to love it. Try to make it a passion of yours. One easy way to begin is to understand why you’re doing it. Then look beyond simply doing it for your goals. Start considering your daily habits as part of your lifestyle, and the whole concept of doing it could change for you.

I hope I have informed you all of useful advice. I have certainly learned plenty in my bumpy journey to a more active lifestyle. These lessons have helped me get through it and truly enjoy what fitness means to me personally.


Guest Blog – Cillian Tierney, Triathlete

I’d like to welcome one of Ireland’s most exciting young triathletes, Cillian Tierney. Cillian is a fellow member of Tralee Triathlon Club, and he has decided to start a blog of his own. When he told me this, I invited him to kick it off with a post here – welcome to the blogging world Cillian! I’ll post a link to Cillian’s blog as soon as it’s up and running.

So this is my first (of many hopefully) blog posts that I am writing. I am lucky that Randall  has let me use his very successful blog RandRuns as a platform to get mine out of the starting blocks.

For those who don’t me I’m an elite triathlete competing on both the national and international triathlon stage. My plan for this blog is to talk about the day to day elements of triathlon training at this level and attempt to give a somewhat clear insight into my thoughts (the sane ones anyway).

The topic of this post is something I have been playing around with for the last few days and I have decided that it would be a good idea to start at the start and try figure out what got me to where I am.

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The whole triathlon malarchy kicked off in 2011 when I competed  in Seven Frogs Triathlon in Castlegregory organised by Nuala Moore. I was very young at the time (16 according to the entry form but not quite….thanks Nuala). But I was old enough to have figured out that football, rugby or soccer were not my calling (when I say not my calling I mean I was stone cold useless). At this point I was swimming and running with clubs and a small bit of cycling under my belt. My goal was to beat my dad. Which I did. But it was tough.

I remember really suffering for most of the run. Despite this I was eagerly awaiting my next one. This came in the form of Sive triathlon in this time a little bit faster and little bit further ahead of my Dad. Which made me happy. But I also made the podium in the Seven Frogs that year which made me feel like the dogs bollocks.

The next year 2013 was when things started heating up a small bit. I managed to do some different events this time on the Triathlon Ireland calendar which complicated matters somewhat, because age requirements are more strict. I was keeping under the radar by doing small triathlons in the back arse of nowhere. These were mainly in Cork region where nobody knew me. There were some sticky moments where officials grilled me on my date of birth but I always managed to get in. One of the defining moments of not only this year but in general was the Dingle triathlon. It was to be my first Olympic distance race. My parents weren’t too keen on it and the officials on the day were even less so, but my enthusiasm made up for both. So I found myself floating in the water in Dingle harbour awaiting the start, on what was the foggiest Saturday morning ever. We set off into the sea mist and disappeared out into the bay. This was surreal I remember looking around to get my bearings at one stage and there was nothing only the small group of swimmers I was with. No buoys, No kayakers, No harbour. It may seem like an exaggeration but anyone there that year will remember. Anyway after a while of swimming in the rough direction of where the buoys should be reached one and then the other and then headed in to complete the 1500m swim. Then the bike started and the fog continued. It was virtually impossible to see where you were going but I got around. Feeling good I pushed on at the start of the run and was catching guys I knew. It felt good. It was soon after the half way point it hit me. I just blew the lights and hit empty. I slowed and even went to a walk for a bit. One by one runners came past as I barely kept moving. The fog was worse than ever, and it felt like I was going nowhere.  Then I finally made it back to Dingle and crossed the line. I was shattered. I remember eating a few bars and getting back to the car and going straight to sleep. It was after I realised I should have eaten something during the race.

A year on in 2014 I met some of the other young guns. Guys who I train with today like Chris Mintern and Darren Dunne. These were the buckos that put me back in my box. They were a little bit older but they were also faster. I met Chris in Valentia where he won it outright and was in a very different league to me. I admired him a lot. At the time I was thinking this is the  fastest guy ever. This was who I aspired to be. Later in the season I came across Darren who beat me to the Junior prize in Kilrush triathlon. This was when I figured out that things can’t always go my own way. Since then I have been racing and training a lot with these guys, and a few others picking up Aichlinn O Reilly and Kieran Jackson at different points. These guys are excellent, they have a state of mind and an ability that make them the best be with for getting better and training hard.  It’s with the help of these guys and top class coaches like Stephan Teeling Lynch and Lynne Algar and sponsors like Verge that have stayed with me from the start that have got me to where I am. I have had a good season with third in Hell Of The West, third in Sligo and coming second in the Super Series overall.

I decided to start a blog now because I have been asked a few times and I think now is a good time to start. I plan on doing it in monthly instalments after getting a website set up. I’ll try keep it as interesting as possible. I hope this post gave a different perspective on sport. Realistically it’s probably not as hardcore as Randall’s ultra running but what can you do. Thanks again to Randall for giving me the opportunity to use his website for my first post and Ibike, Verge, Landers, and Surf and Sail for the continued support.

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Welcome to Laura Mullins

I came across Laura recently through her blog, Presently Running. I discovered that she was about to move to Ireland with her family, and I asked if she’d do a series of guest posts on her transition to a new culture and a new running community, her build up to the Dublin Marathon, as well as some insights into her running life. Below is an introduction to Laura – if there is anything specific you’d like to ask her, or you’d like to welcome her, let us know in the comments – take it away Laura!

My name is Laura and I love to run. I began running as a way to keep active after my collegiate tennis career ended in 1998. Although I played many sports throughout my childhood, I was never a “runner”. But after college, I needed something to fill the void I felt in my life without the structure of competitive tennis training. I tried to find something that I could do on my own while I was finishing up school and running seemed like a good option. So, I signed up for the 1999 Chicago Marathon. Not only was this my first marathon, it was also my first running race of any kind! Since then, I have completed more than a dozen marathons and countless half marathons. Running is now an integral part of my daily life.

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My husband is a native of Co. Dublin, but moved the United States to pursue tennis in 1997. We both competed for the same college, which is how we met. For the last 13 years, he was a collegiate tennis coach and I was a primary school teacher. We lived in Chicago for a few years before moving to Norman, Oklahoma where we have lived for the last 8 years. We have two amazing boys, 7 and 10, who are absolutely obsessed with soccer (er…football…). My sports loving family of four began living a vegan lifestyle in May 2015. We are passionate about constantly challenging ourselves in all areas of life and living life to its fullest potential.

I am not perfect and have certainly faced many personal challenges over the last several years, the greatest being my divorce and eventual reconciliation with my husband. But immense growth is often a result of immense pain. While I don’t dwell on the past, I believe it is essential to remember the lessons we learned from it so we don’t repeat those mistakes in the future. Instead of living in fear of past mistakes or future “what ifs”, I live my life with great intentionality in the present, as best as I can.

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With that mindset, my husband and I decided it was time for a big change. We worked extremely hard to rebuild our life to a comfortable place with well-paying jobs, a beautiful home, two cars and a pretty delightful lifestyle. We were not unhappy in Norman by any means. In fact, we were living what many would call “The American Dream.” But for us, we realized that it is not exactly what we want for ourselves, our marriage or our boys. You can read more about that decision here.

So we are moving to Ireland to start a new life. For my husband, this is moving home after 19 years. For me and my boys, we are moving to a new country with a new culture and a new way of life. To be fair, we have tremendous support from my husband’s family, which will help us greatly with this transition. But in leaving Oklahoma, we have condensed our belongings into less than 2 cubic meters and my boys are leaving the only home they have ever known.

Over the next several months, I will share my progress as I adjust to living and running in a new country. I am registered to run the Dublin Marathon where I hope to beat my PB. I will be living in Roundwood, Co. Wicklow, but commuting my boys to school in south Co. Dublin. I will also be attending UCD where I will pursue my Level 4 Personal Trainer Certification. All the while, my husband and I intend to keep our marriage strong, healthy and fun!

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For 3 years, I served as the Director of the Norman Runhers, where worked to inspire women in all seasons of life to pursue their own version of health and happiness. I am also a Bibrave Pro who loves to run races, test out new running gear and stay connected to runners all around the world. In addition, I serve as an ambassador for EnergyBITS and am a member of the Oiselle Volee.

What do you think is important for me to know about the Irish running community?


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A Canadian Family’s First Experience of parkrun

This week’s guest post is from Kyra Paterson. Kyra is a 41 year old triathlete, runner, backcountry camper, canoeist, and blogger of racing and camping adventures. She lives in south-western Ontario, Canada, where she’s dreaming of her next outdoor adventure, and days away from her next race! You can find her blog, “Adventures of a Paddling Triathlete”, at, or find her on Twitter: @kyrapaterson.

If you had told me at age 12 that one day I would do a 5k run with my English penpal Sally, our husbands (!) and kids (!!), I would have told you that you were crazy! I wasn’t a runner then, we had never met (I was in Canada), and a family was so far into the future as to be fantasy! Fast forward 28 years and that’s exactly what we did.

On Saturday July 5th, 2014, we laced up our shoes and participated in the Shrewsbury parkrun at The Quarry, in Shrewsbury, Shropshire, England! Before making plans with Sally for the 3 full days we would spend with her and her family during our trip to England, Scotland and Wales, we had never even heard of a parkrun. No such thing exists in south-western Ontario, Canada, where we live (about 1 hour south-west of Toronto). I know now that parkrun, started in 2004, is “based on the simple, basic principles formed from the start: weekly, free, 5km, for everyone, forever”.

What a clever idea! A volunteer organized and led run that encourages everyone to participate, from children to accomplished athletes to parents pushing babies in strollers (these parents may also be accomplished athletes!). While it’s not a race – it’s a run – and there are no “winners”, you’ll see plenty of runners pushing themselves to run faster than they did the week before, and to earn a new personal best (PB)!

Paul Sinton-Hewitt, the founder of parkrun, believes that “no-one should ever have to pay to go running in their community regularly, safely and for fun”. I agree.

If you’ve done a parkrun before, you’ll know that you have to register the first time, which we did online at home in Canada, and you have to bring a barcode with you or you don’t get a recorded time. I printed off barcodes for myself, my husband Alasdair, my son Keaghan (then 11), and daughter Ailish (then 9). No one told me what not to do with my barcode…

Sally & Kyra pre-race!


Since it’s been more than 1 ½ years since our parkrun experience, the details are a little fuzzy! Whether a horn or a whistle or a shout started us off, I’m not sure, but the 8 of us, including Sally, her husband and 2 kids, and 216 other runners took off! We ran on tarmac paths along the River Severn, which was quite pretty. We split up right away, each running our own pace, though the 2 girls ran the whole 5k together. This was my daughter’s first time running that far.

I had never done a timed 5k before, so I decided to push myself to see what I could do. Alasdair intended to go easy, but then went hard! The course was relatively flat, with two fairly short inclines. In the end, I crossed the finish line in 27:05 according to my watch. When I reached into my water belt to get the barcode that I had carefully folded small enough so that it could fit into the zippered pocket, I found a soaking wet piece of paper that was impossible to unfold (apparently my water bottle was leaking – unbeknownst to be!)! It just ripped into a million bits. One of the helpful volunteers wrote my name down, along with the time on my watch, and that time became my official time, which was posted on the results page.

Heading for the finish line: Ailish in green and Harriet in pink on the right.

We were impressed with the organization of the parkrun, and as visitors from afar, we were even mentioned in the post race email.

I would highly recommend that if you haven’t been to a parkrun and there’s one near you, try it out! I think you’ll get hooked. And if you do, consider volunteering, since a run like this can’t function without volunteers. Check out my recent post, 10 Reasons to volunteer at a race (a running race, bike race, or a triathlon)!

Keep it up parkrun! This Canadian family enjoyed our first (and only!) parkrun experience!

Post race: Back row: Keaghan, Kyra, Alasdair, Stu; Middle row: Ailish, Sally; Front row: Finnen, Harriet.








10 Things I’m Afraid of as a New Marathon Runner

This week Fiona and I swapped blogs. On her blog you can find a post I wrote all about what you should be afraid of as a newbie marathoner. On my blog below, you can find her view, as a first time marathoner, on what she is afraid of.  You can find Fiona, aka Scallywag, at her blog Scallywag Sprints on her twitter account, or on her facebook page.

10 Things I’m Afraid of as a New Marathon Runner


Hey, I’m Fiona, also known as Scallywag. I’ve never raced a marathon before, and am signed up for my first in 2016. The marathon distance is a fearsome opponent, and whilst I intend for us to go head to head on May 29th, there are some things I’m very afraid of. This list starts with my tongue-in-cheek concerns and quickly veers off into dark and deep territory…


I’m afraid of:


Learning to run without music: I likely will take music to Liverpool, but I really think I should learn run without it. Firstly because for paced runs it’s good to focus on your footfall, breathing, and pace. Secondly because I feel I could really use it in the later stages of the race to provide a proper boost. That will only work if I don’t use it all the time. But I have almost never run without music. The few times I have it’s because I forgot to charge my iPod, or some eejit ‘borrowed’ it. I’m not sure who I am as a runner without Tay Tay Swiftie…


Eating the amount of food meant for a small city: I didn’t sign up to a marathon to lose any weight. I’m aware long, long distance running is hardly the technique for Biggest Loser-style transformations, and it definitely isn’t my focus. However I’m already heavy for a runner and I’d rather not be a stone heavier by race day. Additionally, for climbing I’d like to stay solid, or even go further towards the leaner side. I know after long runs, my brain will basically be speaking with the voice of the cookie monster. I need smart food choices that can be prepared fast after those runs. I fear trying to carry around the equivalent of a mini fridge on the day. That shit is for charitable people.


Losing my social life: This will happen. I mean, I’m a PhD student, it already has. But it will get worse. I’m quite nervous about the damage that this will do to my relationship. And all my friendships. And to even my work colleagues. There is only so many times that people can bear hearing the smug reply, “Sorry, I’m going a run at lunchtime”. All the early mornings to wake up the SO. All of the sneaking away from drinks early. To everyone- I am so sorry. I do love you really. I just really want to do this. 


The chafing, oh god the chafing: I’ve seen some pretty bad chafing after 3 mile runs. Unless I keep the Vaseline close at hand, I don’t dare think of what that could be like after 15 or 26. I fully expect many sports bras and shorts that I have trusted for years to start failing me entirely. I once wept in the shower after doing a two day canoe trip. The chafing around my neck from the lifejacket was on fire. I hope it isn’t like that. 


That I will go out too fast: Isn’t this the eternal worry? That despite my best intentions I will get caught up in the moment and fly through the crowds like wing-footed Hermes at the start, only to be kicked in the teeth by the mile 12 hill. I can’t afford to do this and I know I have a tendency to think I’m making up time I can slow on later. Much research and experience shows this is a shit plan. I’m going to be really tough with myself and force a plod for at least the first 5 miles. 


I’ll get the fuelling all wrong: At least going out too fast is entirely my fault, but fuelling is scarily unpredictable. I mean, yesterday I vomited for no fecking reason. On marathon day you have your dinner the night before, your breakfast, your gels/food, and your sports drink to worry about. I have been very sick in a race before from incorrect fuelling (Edinburgh half, it was very hot and I overdid it with the food and drinks). I didn’t enjoy the reverse-smoothie vomiting effect produced by the mix of tropical gels, lemon and lime nuun, and porridge. And it didn’t exactly do wonders for my time either. 


What if my training program is all wrong for me?: Aha, now we are onto the real fears of the trembling inner me… what if I have made the wrong choices? Choices that only trial and error will teach me are incorrect? I have chosen to follow a rough program that emphasises quality over vast mile quantity, in the hope that it will leave me uninjured. What if that is just too much hard running? Or if it is not enough miles and I will hit the wall hard at mile 22? I don’t actually know much about hitting the wall, but it’s hardly a friendly-sounding metaphor.


Injury: That right there is the scariest word of all. Every single twinge or tweak leaves me sweating and paranoid. I worry about sleeping on a leg funny, about having my legs crossed under my desk, about jumping off of the pavement. I stare at my scar and ponder my injury-strewn history, and it makes me cringe internally. What have I been doing wrong in the past? Am I sure I’m doing it correctly this time?  Will marathon training leave me not only unable to do a marathon, but unable to run anything?


And what if running stops being fun?: I can almost guarantee this will happen. Make yourself do something enough and you’ll end up hating it at times. I’m scared that somewhere deep in week 15 or so I will stop thinking that the training is worth it. I’m really enjoying loving running again, and I really want to keep focused on that feeling of pushing it, and of flying. 


Most of all, I’m scared that I wont be enough: As this great article by RedWineRunner says, “You WILL find out what you are made of… and you might not like it”. I’m worried I will not like who I am. I can be a whiner, a perfectionist, avoidant to the max. I can be very mentally weak in places, and am prone to sudden emotional collapse. I can be lax on stretching, and lazy on weekends, and procrastinate for things I don’t want to do by doing something else ‘essential’. And these are only the personality weaknesses that I’m AWARE of. Essentially I won’t find out until I am deep in training whether I am the kind of person who can do this, who can dedicate to this at all. 


So yes I’m scared, very scared. But I guess in 4 months 13 days 19 hours 17 minutes (at time of writing, not that I’m counting or anything…) we find out what I am made of. 


Want to follow along? You can find my blog here; my twitter @ScallywagSprint, or if you only want to look at pretty pictures my Instagram is also @ScallywagSprint.


Post written by Scallywag and published on RandRuns on 18/01/16

Craughwell Marathon

This is a guest post from my great friend and running partner Brian O’ Shea.

As a long time reader of this blog I was flattered last Thursday when Randall asked me to write a report about the Craughwell AC’s Marathon that was taking place on Saturday, although this was tinged the disappointing news that my partner in crime would be unable to attend the event himself. Like Randall I took part in the Tralee 100k Ultra-marathon on August 1st and this event marked my return to longer distances following four weeks of occasional, leisurely short runs.

The day started early with a cacophony of eleven alarms waking me up at 4am (I wasn’t taking any chances after sleeping in for two hours the morning of the Waterford Marathon and having to do a sprint to Viking town) A quick jaunt with Conor and Mazza saw us meet Declan in Castleisland and we set off on the road with Dec at the wheel, picking Eamonn up in Abbeyfeale. The journey to Craughwell was light-hearted filled with much banter and Eamonn yearning for a coffee while giving out that there was no equivalent of the Barrack Obama Plaza on the M18. A quick stop at a local garage placated him though and ten minutes later we arrived in the lovely village of Craughwell; well ahead of the 8am start.

Theresa, Brian, Mazza.
Theresa, Brian, Mazza.

It became very evident that the marathon would be small in numbers, but rich in Marathon Club Ireland members; which is most certainly a recipe for a quaint and enjoyable day. A bad downpour delayed the start by a few minutes and after a detailed course brief by Valerie we were off. On the way up I had being telling the lads in the car that the course profile I had found on the Craughwell AC website showed it to be a very flat looped course. I even insisted that it looked flatter than the lovely Portumna. This idea went quickly out the window though after taking the first turn on the course to be greeted with a lovely hill, and then another, and another. I’m actually convinced that the course defies the rules of physics as there seemed to be plenty of up and very very little down and yet we still started back at the start-line for the next loop.

The first hour and a half we had soft misty rain and it was very warm and humid. Mazza and I had decided before we even left Tralee that we were going to take this one easy and treat it as a long training run for the upcoming back to back marathons in Sixmilebridge, but the heat and humidity made the hills feel like mountains. Music blaring from the Spotify playlist on my phone the two of us tipped around while keeping to our ultra-marathon ritual of 25 minutes running and 5 minutes walking. Mazza abandoned her jacket at the start-line at the beginning of lap 4, complaining that her face must be as red as a beetroot because she was so hot. I soon followed her lead as we started lap 5, by which time she reckoned she must look like a raspberry.

Brian and Mazza
Brian and Mazza

The course had a small switchback section on which we were able to meet our fellow Born to Run member Conor a few times as well as many of the familiar faces of the MCI members. The funniest moment of the day happened on lap six when a man we were passing thought I was Randall.

By the end of lap 6; I think a mixture of heat, humidity, hills and the body still recovering from the 100k got to us a little and we decided to adapt our strategy to walking the hillier sections and running faster on the not so hilly sections. This suited us both fine and we settled back into it not worried about the clock, appreciating the moment. Mazza usually provides the music for our long runs and I’m usually the one that complains and tells her to skip certain tracks, today the show was firmly on the other foot with Mazza seriously questioning my sanity when some of the songs from my hill training playlist came on (hardcore metal).

Reaching mile 26 we were on the home run, and decidedly in favour of having a nice cup of tea for ourselves. At this point in the day, Mazza had decided she must look like a whole host of various fruit and vegetables, all of which were red in colour. We finished our marathon in a time of 4:55:20 and decided to go get changed before sourcing our cup of tea. We went into the community centre and were more than pleasantly surprised to find that Craughwell AC had a massive spread laid out for the runners; tea, coffee, sandwiches, cake, buns and many other treats.

Our two Kerry Crusaders buddies Declan and Eamonn; and fellow Born to Run member Conor, all ran today for the Ronald McDonald House Challenge and they put their heart and soul into that challenge today. They are aiming to complete 15 marathons in 2015.

Well done to everyone one that took part, but in particular a huge debt of thanks is owed to Valerie Fogarty and the Craughwell AC for a great day out, and Vincent Guthrie who was looking after the timing. Congratulations to Conor on running marathon number 20 today.

Next up for me is the Dingle Marathon this coming Saturday followed by Tullaroan on September 19th. Best of luck to Julie Byrne and Adolfo Garcia who are both taking on the mighty challenge of the Kerry Way Ultra this coming weekend.

Medal Time!
Medal Time!