Something old, something new. This evening I took to the hills. Or to the hill. One hill, but consumed, sicked up and re-eaten four times. Dublin and Boston are not flat races, so I have to get used to the undulant way. Besides which, hill training will, they say, transform me into a herculean athlete at long last. It’s a good thing to do, regardless of hilly races to come.… READ MORE.... …