Thanks for the suggestions. I ran the Connemarathon and Dingle marathon, and both were pretty hilly (but the views were really awesome). Another I have on my list, Flanders Fields, seems to be flat, but looking at the finish times from the past few years, doesn’t seem to be too fast. I’ll check the ones you mentioned, especially Wales, as I could just take a boat there and make it a weekend.

Some women are like Faraday cages.

I ran Dublin six times. Then, I skipped due to injury, and instead of a guaranteed place I had to go through the lottery. Lost five years in a row, and gave up. I heard from friends, though, that last year there were no longer guaranteed entries for people who run the previous year, and nearly everyone had to go through the lotto. The main problem this caused was the breakup of long-term running groups, of people who trained together and ran the race together through many years.

I solved the issue for myself: I’m signing up for smaller marathons, usually outside cities. Little chances for PB’s, smaller (if any) crowds, but the views more than outweigh these small issues.

There’s a saying: If you are over 50 and nothing is hurting, you’re in trouble. I haven’t been in trouble since I turned 50, so I’d love a new, healthy body straight out of the cooler.

You just triggered my Marley PTSD again. Bastard.

Silly person. Everybody knows that most of the nutrients and vitamins the croissant provides are in its peel.

I just cracked my knee. Because I’ve been sitting without moving my legs for too long. Also, because it’s wet and misty outside.

Nowayays, having a telephone line us like hanging up the phone. Only us really old farts still remember what it means.

My 8 yo kid. Got a higher belt in BJJ, and told me he wants to keep all hist old belts to show them to his grandkids one day.

Belfast is currently burning in many places. Loads of the rioters are young lads in their teens. While the word of mouth played some role, the bulk of the blame for facilitating the organisation of these riots falls onto social media. This is not the first time, not will it be the last time unless social media is available only to people old enough to have some common sense.

I have my Teams status at work permanently set to https://nohello.net/en/. It’s not the women who ignore it; it’s a certain culture, which includes almost all of our customer support staff. They send me a “hi” and then they are happy to wait for the entire day for an answer they never get.

“Farther”. May have been a simple typo.

And as a father, I can confidentry say that a paper airplane that’s tightly scrunched into a ball flies the farthest in our household.

Insta360 does the same. I downloaded the app, registered the camera, and deleted the app. On my kid’s tablet; my phone is too old for the app. If GoPro only requires such a rudimentary registration, it’s a matter of 5 extra minutes. Now, if they require the app for transferring videos, that’s a whole different problem…

That’s me, today. Different brands and models, but pretty much the same items. If I have the space (inner coat pockets, for example), I also add a small notepad and pencil, and a calculator. I ain’t gonna pay for a HP-12C calculator app, when I have the fully functional hardware.

Mid to late 90s. I was never big into chewing gum, and took a stick out of politeness when someone offered.

We have a beautiful living room that seats a dozen people. Nobody ever goes there. The entire family and guests prefer to squeeze around the 6-person kitchen table or lean against the kitchen counter. And we like it that way.

The Austrian Green Veltliner is one of the few wines I always have to have at home.

So it goes.

One word: Papyrus