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The Dark Places Where Excuses Lead…

  • avoid_alcohol_and_cigarettes_image_title_hjlzy ‘It’s Sunday morning (or evening to decent society). The curtains are closed but even the small slivers of light that get through are proving painful. My stomach is turning and so is the room, I’m enclosed in cold sweats and nausea. There is one more feeling present that overides all others; damning shame. Four weeks of work put in jeopardy by inconvenience leading to procrastination, procrastination leading to frustration, frustration leading to self pity, self pity leading to here..’ Continue reading
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Roads Can Only Lead Where Men Have Laid Them

we‘There is nothing new to men lifting heavy things to make them stronger. There is also nothing new to men lifting extra heavy things to make them injured. Egotism can be an awesome drive to fitness improvement, but it also can be the downfall to ruin and pain when we do not know our limits. There is a huge amount of knowledge out there about training from those who have been there and done that, either with their own training over a great period of time or training many others. In my first few weeks of training the greatest skill I have learned is to stop and listen, it has saved me time and my body.’

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The Glorious Pain

There is a part of my brain that awakens and remembers – push on, don’t stop, it will end. My legs have long gone to rubber and it feels like I’m dragging my drunk and rowdy lower half through a painful session it has no interest in completing. But the brain, the brain has remembered, and it has no intention in stopping now. It may be only week 2 but the cruel edge of the internal competitor has laid down the law – we are here until the end. Continue reading

Test Week – Clean Breaks & Sick Stomachs

I looked into the recycling box – cans of Sprite, Coke, pizzas, spicy chicken slices, ready meals and all the calories and chemicals that come with them. Opened up the fridge and there was a spring onion crawling around a drawer closer to re-incarnation than its edible condition and a clove of garlic that was thinking of rooting in the egg drawer.

The drink and cigarettes are gone. A small sentence but a huge and daunting decision. I’m sure everyone would agree. What about the social occasions I loved and enjoyed? The Sunday nights with the lads, the quick cigarette at the door on Saturday nights? Those few lovely pints while listening to good music and the banter? It sent a cold shiver down my spine and I will admit to shaking a little now as I write.

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Turning Point…

Habit is a two-edged sword. It can provide us with a work week of stability and income, a sense of comfort and security that we all need to be happy. Habit can also strengthen excuses for a lifestyle routine that deep down we neither desired nor wish to continue…

It was somewhere around the fourth pint on another Sunday night when I realised I didn’t like the way things had become. I saw ahead to a tomorrow morning of a near-empty wallet, strangling hangover and fast food wrappers. We all have points when we twig to the idea that our lifestyle had become a habit rather than a desired existence, this was mine. Continue reading

Education Is One Area ‘ Imitation Is The Greatest Form Of Flattery’.

If we look around the world there are countries that are synonymous with high quality education systems – Japan, Sweden and Norway to name a few. Each of these countries have a distinct educational ethos that has seen them succeed in producing students that are world renowned in high quality industry fields such as science and mathematics. The question is, if looking at education reform in Ireland, why should we not be replicating the best components of these fine examples? Continue reading

Death Of The First Republic

The first Republic of Ireland is dead; this is a sensationalist statement to many but we are now in denial at its funeral. We crowd around its coffin, backs turned to the corpse and draw hope and nostalgia from those that brought her to birth, but those ghosts will teach us little more and if they could we would not listen. The lessons, valuable irreplaceable lessons, will only be found in its autopsy and in the investigation of its demise.

The first republic was born from a theatrical passion for cultural fulfilment, ownership and historic tribalism. Born as a hippy child it was raised by conservative parents backed by a regimental religion, hands shackled from liberalist choice in case it cut its knee in self discovery. Through its adolescence in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s it made friends in the European playground, picking up its fashionable taste for fast and loose capitalism. Of course young Ireland was not educated to the level of those who had dabbled for so long, but it would posture and be allowed do so. The reigns that had harboured young Ireland so close to its moral centre were quickly being rebelled, mistaking peer pressure of internal financial aesthetics, with the freedom of choice it had for so long wished to be its own. Continue reading