Clotted blood decorates my nose and mouth. It is beginning to morph into an ugly shade of yellow. The scabs have arrived. My thighs and arms host a pattern of bruises. It will hurt to sit for a while. I look like shite, like I’ve been tossed off a bridge or fought in an unlicensedContinue reading “A Snowboarder’s World”
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32 hours on the Greyhound – My great American Adventure.
Trapped in the window seat by a relentless stream of slightly unhinged passengers. Always sitting too close, their heads lolling on my shoulder as they grumble their nightmares aloud in their sleep. Or worse, the ones who stay awake, their stale breath caressing my ear, that same old question jammed on repeat; “Where are youContinue reading “32 hours on the Greyhound – My great American Adventure.”
I shall climb Ben Nevis.
In a pair of Doc Marten boots and Primark gloves, with no training done or experience under my belt and only a Tesco sandwich in my backpack, I decided today was the day I would climb Ben Nevis. At 6am, I boarded a minibus tottering with strangers and gear and off we set on aContinue reading “I shall climb Ben Nevis.”
Men’s Health Survival of the Fittest – Edinburgh
It’s the day after the race and my body is in pain. The sweet, delicious pain that only comes after you put your body to the test. After you make it run up a few hundred steps, climb a slick hill, do the monkey bars, crawl under nets, climb walls and jump off the otherContinue reading “Men’s Health Survival of the Fittest – Edinburgh”
My Daddy the Cyclist
It is an impressive sight; the cyclist’s peloton, so organized, so smart, pedaling in sync along their preplanned route. The heads are down, the matching uniforms are on, their sleek racing bikes working together like a machine. All its riders are effectively anonymous, disguised in their superhero gear. Then one by one they turn offContinue reading “My Daddy the Cyclist”
Orla O'Muiri 