Off we go again

The NY marathon last year was wonderful. Slow. Painful. Hot. But definitely wonderful.

After the Achilles injury, I hadn't actually managed to do any running for over two months before the date, so getting round at all became my main aim. And I made it. In 32C heat (or was it 26C? it's already getting exaggerated in my head), I ran for the first few miles, alternated the next few between walking and running and then walked the last few - finishing in just under or over six hours. (Time between starting gun and my finishing: six hours plus change; time between my crossing the start line and my crossing the finish line: five hours and fifty minutes, tuppence ha'penny)

And a long break thereafter. But back on the trail again.

This year, I'm not going for New York. Dublin, however, is another matter.

Just started a little training in the past week, so I'm also restarting this blog. Watch me go...