Running at Stupid O’Clock

One cold December morning at an ungodly hour in 2014 I found myself flung across the flora and fauna of the Dublin mountains unsure of the source of the pain I was experiencing and asking myself: “What the hell are you doing?” Trying to squeeze running into my schedule while working full time, studying for my MSc…

Make 2016 a more productive year all round

I always envisaged a night spent in the spare bed would be the net result of a good old row with the wife. A stupid argument would boil over and I’d throw my toys out of the pram and stubbornly march down the landing to the only room in the house with fresh crisp bed…