Christmas Runs Recalled by David Kissane

Did you ever do a duathlon? A starter of a 2K run, followed by a main course of a 10K cycle and completed by a 2K run for dessert. That was my menu today for the first time ever. Inspired by Artur Nowak, the starter 2K went well from Kilmoyley church to the home of the county hurling champions and back. The transition to the bike, however caused problems with cold fingers trying to fasten the helmet and wobbly feet having difficulty finding the pedals. But a good feeling then as cycling is basically running while sitting down! Until I hit the first hill and changed gears in the wrong direction. Quads complaining that this Sunday morning was going down! Andreas had kindly pumped up my tyres beforehand and the bike was trying to take off every time it hit a bump. An airy feeling. Mistook the speed of the bike then on a left-hand bend at Lerrig sportsfield and nearly heard the birds singing “Going Home”. The biggest shock was when I hopped off the bike and tried to run the dessert 2K. No tiramisu here as the two legs buckled like John Wayne coming off a horse after a long day’s ride on the range. Mixture of jelly and sponge as I wobbled to Kilmoyley NS and back. Felt like an old man. Come to think of it, I am an old man.

Forgot to tell my Garmin that I was doing a cycle and left it on running mode. When I press stop at the end there is cheering from the watch and a gold cup comes up on the screen. It thinks that I have broken the world record for the 14K run. How does one apologise to a watch!

“Never again” I hear myself saying but there is something different about this duathlon craic. Maybe just one more time. It’s not every day we make history.

It’s put down as a Christmas experience.

I recall another seasonal experience some forty plus year ago. On a Christmas Eve, it was on a Sunday, the then newly-formed Corca Dhuibhne AC in Dingle organised their first ever road race, a six and a half mile odyssey into ancient Irelandic territory. I had never run on a Christmas eve and of course that was the attraction. A raw Chrismassy day and that curious winter light that Dingle seems to monopolise meant a Celtic aura on the enchanted West Kerry ways. Wasn’t it a Dingle woman who inspired Patrick Kavanagh to write the enchanting Raglan Road that has the line “the enchanted way”. A strong field with future Olympian Peter Maher of Sneem strutting his stuff and the local hero Jonathan Flannery leading out the race in fine form. Around the four mile mark I knew that it wasn’t going to happen for me that day although I seemed to be much younger than I am now. The two iconic Carmody brothers from St John’s AC were running in the race. Brian was up front motoring with his Rolls Royce engine and Paul was passing me out as I mumbled something like “this is tough!” He looked at me and I can remember the words he spoke all those years ago: “Kissane, you have to be tough with it!” That’s a statement that requires no verbal response and then he added: “And Santy is coming tonight!”

John Griffin of St John’s AC won the race. What exciting years he had behind and ahead. He won the battle that day with Peter Maher who was later to run for Canada in the Olympic marathon. Gerard Walsh of Ríocht AC, one of the visionaries who gave Kerry its first tartan track, was third with Brian Carmody and John Lenihan close behind. Máiréad Cotter won the junior women’s event to kickstart a sound career in athletics. I came in eight, just ahead of Paul Carmody who had inspired me to keep going. Santy came early that year, Paul. Pat Griffin coordinated that event for the Kerry county board. A rare Christmas experience as I have never run a Christmas Eve race since, but it ranks with Yuletide subcultures like Indiana Jones, Billy Smart’s Circus, Ben Hur, The Snowman, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Selection Boxes.

“That time of year you may in me behold” was how Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73 described the fading period of life he was experiencing. The end of his life was like the twilight of a fading day. Such is Christmastime. All cultures have a time of celebrating the turning of the darkest time of the year towards new seasons, new life.

One of the attachments to the Christmas was the Feast Day of St Stephen and was regarded in many countries as the second most important feast day of season. The day celebrated St Stephen who is believed to have been the first Christian martyr. According to tradition he met a gruelling death by stoning around the year 33 AD. What is now celebrated on December 26th has been a public holiday in Ireland since 1871 when the Bank Holiday Act recognised the importance of a tradition that had been popular for hundreds of years.

The connection of the day with the humble wren is well known in Ireland as legend has it that the wren “informed” on the luckless St Stephen while he was on the run. The result of this superstition caused the deaths of thousands of wrens over the years as they were hunted in revenge to be displayed on St Stephen’s Day by groups collecting money. “Going out in the wren” is a custom still observed in places but more understanding times don’t require an innocent bird to be hunted for the occasion.

For those of us who grew up in the 1960s the “Wren’s Day” was almost equal to Christmas Day. Going out in the wren or having troops of wrenboys (rarely girls) come knocking on the door was a special experience. Sometimes the adventure began on Christmas Day when out-of-the-way places could be visited by wrenboys to ensure the maximum amount of ground could be covered on St Stephen’s Day itself. In the 1960s the younger groups cycled or walked to the houses. I was part of a group one year which began the musical rounds at dawn and toured for ten hours. We collected quite a “ball of jack” as coins could be called at the time. I was on guitar and mouth organ, the “real Muirseen Durkan”. There were no rehearsals done and no tunes learned. We composed as we played like old Nero in burning Rome. But we made big money because people paid money to stop us playing! Big milage covered too on our bikes.

Later on in our budding lives, dances were organised at Hegarty’s Hall in Lisselton on Christmas Night which may have impacted on our failure to arise the next day to go out in the wren. The country is going to hell, the old people were saying. Dances on Christmas Night!

Then the Fr Dan Browne road race began in 1961 and was to become popular as a St Stephen’s Day event. For runners the ancient feast day took on a new identity as the event became synonymous with December 26th. The man after whom the race is named was born in the townland of Molahiffe, Firies in 1936. He attended national school in Farranfore and then proceeded to second level at St Brendan’s, Killarney. He was a useful sprinter in his youth. Then to Maynooth to study for the priesthood and was ordained in 1960. He was appointed to Cwmbran Mon parish in South Wales. A year after being ordained, he was killed in a car crash while returning from a visit to his friend Fr Gearóid Ó Donnchadha. That year, 1961 the road race began and the local curate, Fr O’Leary donated an old parish football league cup to the athletic club for the occasion in honour of Fr Dan. The man whom Fr Dan was visiting on the fateful day in 1961, Fr Ó Donnchadha died in a house fire in Fenit in 2015 and his family donated a cup for the ladies’ race in 2016. A Christmas races with identity indeed.

St Brendan’s AC has been one of the many clubs to accumulate a folklore around the Fr Dan Browne event over the years. Dan Murphy won the event on four occasions from 1967 to 1970, running then for St John’s AC (before Ardfert AC was formed) he led home a strong field ahead of John Spillane and Pat Cronin, both of Ovens, Cork with N O’Sullivan, Farranfore AC, Pat Maguire of Ardfert, running for St John’s and Donal Crowley, St John’s. Dan was to proceed to Washington State University later to where he would finish fourth to the legendary Steve Prefontaine in the NCAA cross-country championships. Dan’s brother Hugh won the U17 two mile event.

President of St Brendan’s AC Patrick O’Riordan has an old acquaintance with the Fr Dan Browne event. His first time running in Farranfore was in 1968 when he was U16. He finished in 2nd place to future Olympian Jerry Kiernan. He ran every year from 1968-1977 and then took part as often as possible, getting silver in the O50 race in 1999. The event ranks highly in his memory but he always found the going tough from the railway gates to Crowley’s shop which was the finish line for years.

One of St Brendan’s AC’s former stars who achieved something unique in the St Stephen’s Day race is Freda Davoren. While competing for UCC, Freda won the race outright in 2003. A feat unlikely to be bettered soon. Niamh Kissane of St Brendan’s AC won the junior event in Farranfore in 1994 a few weeks after winning the All Ireland U18 cross country title while Anne Maria Costelloe was a regular forefronter in the race.

In more recent years, St Brendan’s AC has been represented by numerous athletes on Fr Dan Browne day. In 2019 Andreas Weiss ran a pb for the 5K distance with 23:27 in his first appearance in the event. Peter Jackson ran through cold rain to get to the end a few years ago and ran past the finish line to get an early cup of tea in the clubrooms. He was amazed at the reception he got as he was mistakenly hailed as the winner. He tried to explain that he had finished back the field but no one believed him until the official results were announced! For David and Irene Butler, the 2014 event carries special memories. They had learned 3 days earlier that they would be moving to Kerry to live and decided to celebrate their news by running on St Stephen’s Day. Irene used some colourful language when the notorious hills revealed their full force. And then the couple, with over two kilometres to go, met the top finishers running out against them on their cool down, they had a full introduction to athletics in Kerry! Pat Sheehy always enjoyed the run, especially the older course out to Firies church and back and recalls that Dublin footballer Cian O’Sullivan was a regular participant…his parents come from nearby. Willie O’Riordan came from Cork to run the race in the 1970s and would celebrate afterwards in Joe O’Sullivan’s in Ardfert. Artur and Kirstie Nowak and family ran in the event a number of years, including a very wet 2018 and the Horgan family have graced the race also. Other St Brendan’s AC athletes remember eating a feed of yesterday’s fried turkey too soon before the race and experiencing Vesuvian eruptions on the first hill while others praise the primal and midwinterish emotions connected with its staging. A people’s event indeed, especially as a runner can be out-attituded by its challenges in the gloom-room of winter. An expressive race, full of vigour, an event forged in the past but suitable for all times. A statement of intent for the new year at the end of the old year.

A perennial icon of the Fr Dan Browne event was Jack Crowley, standing outside the shop as the runners rolled home. He once told me a story about the day he broke his bicycle chain in a race in Kilgarvan and his cousin from Headford had to pull him all the way back home on his bike. On the way back, the cousin stopped suddenly at a crossroads and Jack crashed into him and dislocated his thumb. The thumb couldn’t be put back in until Jack fell off his bike accidentally in a race in Causeway a few weeks later. When he picked himself up, he found the thumb was back in its sockets again!

When you visit Farranfore on St Stephen’s Day, you are enriched in many ways. Memories of Maureen Harrington, Jerry Kiernan (winner in 1970, 1971 and 1976), Neil Cusack, Laura Crowe, Freda Davoren, John Griffin (winner in 1979, 1980 and 1981), Niamh O’Sullivan, Gillian O’Sullivan (European silver medallist and Olympian, won the walk in 1999), Tom Shanahan, Kieran Lambe, John Lenihan, Des O’Connor (the Rod Stewart of Tipperary), Dan Murphy (1967-1970), Ted Sullivan (he won the race three times in 1963, 1964 and 1965), Michael Herlihy, Finny Long (international steeplechaser), Liam O’Brien (also an international steeplechaser), Jimmy Sullivan and the very first winner, Tom McCarthy in 1961, to mention just a few. What a Christmas list! And John Herlihy of Ríocht AC was third in 1999 after nearly being hit by lightening the previous day. Folklore stuff.

In old times travelling traders used to sell a yoke called a “God in the Bottle” around Christmas. Like a ship in a bottle except the bottle contained a little cross, a ladder, nails and pieces of cloth from the origins of Christianity. Now we can have a race in a bottle, a virtual race to remind us of the real thing and our dedication to it. And it’s good to hear that the race continues this St Stephen’s Day as a virtual event. Let the event come to you and close your eyes after your warm-up and let visualisation take you to Farranfore village, up the hill with 500 other runners, pass out runners, be passed out by other runners, run a relentlessly honest race, write a poem with your steps, see the low sun through the Farranfore blackthorns, breathe the pure solstice air into your lungs, turn around Jim O’Shea at the half-way mark and head back down the hill as if there is no tomorrow. Sprint and cross the line and feel good. Spiritual. Redeemed. Think of Jack Crowley waiting with a smile and a word of encouragement at the shop and then go for a cup of sweet tea in the hall like Peter Jackson did. A winter’s tale on a canvas somewhere between Van Gogh and Vermeer. A work of the old masters. Be tough with it.

’Tis the season to be running…

AAI Registration, Kerry - November 2020

 

https://www.athleticsireland.ie/downloads/other/November_2020_Month_end_Club.pdf

VIRTUAL DUBLIN CITY MARATHON 2020 - Kerry

 

Determination, achievement and teamwork are the words that spring to mind after watching our members accomplish their marathon miles this weekend. Firstly congratulations to Catherine Burke and Aine Quane who took on their very first marathon. With recent restrictions this was not an easy task so well done to you both. David Butler breezing through his half marathon on Saturday.

The strong winds did not slow John O Sullivan down as he held a strong steady pace on each loop around Ardfert , knowing every mile ran was for Banna Rescue.

Moises Olalde was hardly seen as he just flew through the miles in Kilmoyley on Sunday morning.

Linda O Sullivan was all smiles through her Half Marathon and Margaret Carlin rocked out another marathon with ease.

Club teamwork showed in abundance today with our support runners. Well done to the Kilmoyley boys Padraig, Gerald and John who ran alongside Moises offering support through each mile. Tom, Ursula and Joe kept John company in Ardfert. David Kissane ensured Margaret and Linda both finished in style. Thank you to the support cars and bike for keeping our runners safe.

In these hard times 2020 is a year that has been very hard for everyone, but the friendship within the club showed immensely today through the support that was given. Friendship like this is important and it showed throughout today.

Well done everyone!

Vhi Women's Virtual 10K Mini Marathon - 2020

 

Congratulations to our brave women in the club who battled the strong winds and rain on Sunday, 4 October in Banna and ran their 10K for Vhi women's virtual mini marathon. As the girls were preparing for this back in June, they decided to stick to the plan, trained together for this event and the results did not disappoint today..

Although conditions were tough, it did not stop these ladies from having the banter and laughs on the Banna 10K route followed by tea/coffee, Brownies and cake.

Thanks also to fellow clubmates John O Sullivan who supported our girls with a lead car and David Kissane who kept the smiles flowing with his camera Also To Ursula( coach) who ensured everyone was looked after and got back safely. Great evening amongst great friends was had

Congratulations to Ursula, Kirstie, Moira, Linda, Maggie, Aine, Irene and Cathy.

In September Thoughts Turn to Cross Country

  In September Thoughts Turn to Cross Country Part 1 by David Kissane.

“The freedom of cross country is so primitive. It’s woman versus nature”, American athlete Lynn Jennings once said. As a nine-time national cross country champion and pioneer of women’s cross country, she should know.

So in September, an athlete’s thoughts turn to cross country. Who said that? Well, if no famous athletics writer said it, I did just now. Cross country is in the air and in the shortening evenings, in the browning leaves, the falling apples and in the outward flight of the swallows. And we were talking about it at training this week. If Covid guidelines and the hands of fortune are kind, cross country may even be in the fields and trails again in 2020.

Cross country did cross my mind again on Friday as Coach Ursula announced that the Saturday Fit4Life run would be in the Town Park in Listowel. That is where I was introduced to the sport in the late 1960s as a student in St Michael’s College nearby. It was called The Cows’ Lawn then and a dry sod on it was as rare as hen’s teeth. Tough hill on the east side which brings the best out of modern parkrunners. Race on Sunday said John Molyneaux and Johnny O’Flaherty, our energetic teachers and coaches in 1969. What do I have to do at the start of the race, I asked. Run like the wind, they replied in unison and hope for the best. I almost did and I did.

It could be a great autumn and winter for local cross country this year. With the cancellation of so many events, including the Dublin Marathon, road races, parkruns (and the European cross country championships that were to be held in Dublin in December), the possibility of local cross country participation (under guidelines) could be huge. Many distance runners are crying out for safe action, to express themselves and find solace in competition or participation. And what could be safer than cross country: open fields, quick turnover of activity, no hanging around, ample space for social distancing and a trusted formula already used in the national senior, junior and masters athletics championships over the past few weeks. But we await advice from the experts.

Cross country running was in existence since the dawn of life. When the first tetrapods crawled out of the crowded seas around Valentia and elsewhere over four hundred million years ago, cross country began. When life further evolved on land and had to continue to hunt for food, cross country flourished. No medals, no clubs. Just cross. Born to run to survive. Later on when folklore developed, runners were heroic figures. Caoilte Mac Rónáin was the runner of the Fianna, covering vast distances to deliver news. Further afield, Pheidippides unwittingly caused the invention of the marathon when he ran the twenty six miles to Athens, cross country, to deliver news of victory at the battle of Marathon. The fact that he is reputed to have dropped dead after delivering the news need not be considered. He obviously didn’t have the proper training done. Gordon Pirie considered that cross country running caught on in English public schools in the 1900s when fields became too wet for rugby. The alternative was cross country running or extra study. No problem making a choice there. And then in Ireland there was John Treacy and Sonia O’Sullivan and Maureen Harrington and Catherina McKiernan and more…

“Cross country is a mental sport and we’re all insane”, one athlete is reputed to have said once after competing over a particularly rough course. Indeed cross courses are rarely forgotten. Along with the Cows’ Lawn with its own Calvary, there was Scahies in Farranfore. Ten out of ten on the scale of tough. Nearly blocked the shower tray washing off mud in my early veteran years after a county championships there. Mud in the hair, mud on the eyebrows, mud in the ears and plastered on the legs and in places not normally reached by mud. Great feeling afterwards. Not during. Probably one of the best cross courses in Kerry. Then there was Moss O’Connell’s land in Moyvane on a county senior championships Sunday in 1979. Testing, unforgiving land and a great course laid out by Moss whose enthusiasm for athletics was infectious. Moyvane club loved cross country. There was a wooden plank, possibly bog-deal acting as a bridge over the troubled waters of a stream. You bounced up and down as you went across. Like crossing the River Styx on the way into the eternity of the otherworld of Greek mythology. I did Greek in St Michael’s. I consolidated my understanding of Greek mythology that now-distant day in Moyvane. On the second crossing of the Styx, my right spike shoe stuck in the bog-deal and the sole left the body of the shoe. That’s when I thought of the River Styx. The sole left the body. Into the otherness of running with only one spike. How do I know it was my right shoe? Because the raw, cold, vulnerable, other feeling that invaded my right unprotected sole, ably assisted by the kiss of briars, furze and nettles is a never-forgotten experience. Even Michael Mangan, who loves to run barefoot would surely find that course a challenge. Even Achilles was rendered vulnerable in his heel after his mother had dipped him in the Styx in his youth, thinking that it was good for him. Look at all the achilles problems since! By the way, Styx was also the name of a nymph, one of the three thousand daughters of Tethys and Oceanus, the goddess of the River Styx. The Greek all came back to me that day in Moyvane. Having three thousand daughters had made us wonder in Mr Given’s classics class in St Michael’s. Actually, Greek was interesting.

But that course in Moyvane yielded a great cross country day. Willie Counihan (St John’s AC) won his third senior title in a row, followed home by clubmate John Griffin and John Lenihan (An Ríocht AC). My God, what company we were in that day!

For more mud and games the Claremorris mushroom plant course was a truly memorable experience in the 1990s with rain before, during and after. It is especially memorable as it was the day that Niamh Kissane won an All Ireland U18 title for St Brendan’s AC. More recently, the Demesne in Killarney has been one of the centres of cross championships in Kerry and is testing when the going is soft, while the hilly Cahersiveen course is a treat on a sunny Sunday. Ask Paudie Dineen about that course. His eyes will light up. Last year the Gneeveguilla AC-organised county event outside Barraduff was memorable but my van had a job to negotiate the hill back to the gate after a most enjoyable day. No problem to you, says Paddy O’Donoghue. That’s not a hill. It’s a slight rise. Firies is always a popular course and is real cross territory and the juvenile relays are a sight to behold there. With the efficient Farranfore Maine Valley AC officials in charge, it’s a social occasion to savour also. Another type of course was the section of the Cúl Trá near Banna where Ardfert AC athletes loved to compete in the past. Grass on sand was heaven for the athletes who liked the fast pace in the 1960s and 1970s.

Racecourses were the scene of some memorable cross country events once. Killarney Racecourse was a good venue and was I was privileged to compete for the Kerry junior team there in a Munster championships in the mid 1970s. Kerry came third county but we got no medals for some reason. We were penalised for turning up although Pat Griffin did his best to negotiate with the officials. Listowel Racecourse was a popular venue while famous national championships were run in Mallow Racecourse. Dingle Racecourse with the salt air coming in from the Atlantic over the Blasket Islands saw Tom Shanahan of Moyvane at his best in Kerry on a Sunday afternoon in the 1990s. Galway Racecourse with a good testing rise on the west side was the scene of great performances at national level by Geraldine McCarthy of Listowel. And only last year the Munster championships attracted massive crowds of juveniles and intermediates to the well-appointed but very yielding Limerick racecourse.

Of course the world championship win by John Treacy in Limerick Racecourse on a wet and windy day in 1979 has identified race course cross country with folklore. I brought binoculars to watch the detail from the crowded stand. The glass steamed up in the manic euphoria as Treacy cut through the ankle-deep mud to win his back-to-back titles. The public address commentator warned the supporters near the finish to keep back or Treacy could be disqualified. Some chance of that as the Waterford man ambled into legend. Sonia O’Sullivan had much drier conditions as she doubled up on gold medals years later over two different distances in a warmer climate, while Catherina McKiernan collected her four world cross country silver medals and one European gold over a variety of courses.

I can recall a Munster cross country championships in Horse and Jockey on a Tipperary Sunday on a dry course when Fr Liam Kelleher, the dynamic priest and coach from Cork gathered his huge host of athletes around him before the competitions began and shared a prayer of positivity for the races ahead.

In Ardfert we are proud to have some great cross country runners over the years. Irish international Tom O’Riordan won five senior Irish cross country titles in the colours of Donore Harriers between 1963 and 1970 while Dan Murphy also represented his country and left his mark on the Munster and national storyboard. Further afield in Kerry, Maureen Harrington won two international bronze team medals for Irleand as well as a host of other honours and Shona Heaslip has already had a brilliant career and we will see more from Shona in the years ahead. John Lenihan, the Griffin brothers, Tom Shanahan, Sonny Fennell…One could go on. Read all about that cross country success in Con Dennehy’s upcoming book.

For some reason one particular cross country event from 2019 stands out in my mind. Two Mile Borris, a short distance outside Thurles in Tipperary was a place apart. The Munster juvenile and adult championships were being staged and as you approached the venue you were conscious that something special was happening. Club banners, coloured club tents, activity, crowds – big crowds – ample and well-marshalled parking fields, great public address system and that buzz of expectation that often emanates from outdoor concerts. Food vans, coffee and hot tea, flasks of soup and sandwiches, bottles of water, numbers being collected, course maps being scrutinised, spikes being checked, club tops being distributed. Coloured tape adding prestige to the route. An imaginative winding course laid out like a piece of ribbon on rolling hills with a commanding view of the vast countryside. Winter sun colouring the winter land. Calm as dreams. Magic moments. The splendour of cross country even before the races begin. Then the announcer asked for attention as the national anthem was played. A moment of stunning silence as young and old stopped and thought. Music spreading for miles across fertile lands where the kings of Munster roamed in ancient times. Four fields away cattle stopped munching the rich Golden Vale grass. An incredible bonding of spirits for a window of time never experienced before by most. A child in a carry-cot beside me lifted her head and opened her little blue eyes. Somewhere in her future she will have a vague memory of a happy elusive moment which enriched her life and the lives of those around her. She may even be a cross country runner on such a day.

And then an explosion of cross country as armies of athletes rush out in their different age categories from whistle to tape. All the counties of Munster in a rush of youth. Parents with tops and spare clothes under their arms full of excitement and expectation. Coaches roaring their heads off in support. A convergence on the sign that proclaims FINISH. Words of praise, comfort, support, sympathy. Numbers checked. Photographs taken for posterity. Niamh O’Mahony and her cousin Conor O’Mahony (An Ríocht AC) outstanding for Kerry. Ben O’Connor, Aoibhinn O’Driscoll and the Horgan brothers carrying the St Brendan’s AC colours with honour. Did we get a team prize? Can I have chips from the van? When is the next race?

There are a million cross country stories to tell. There is a Two Mile Borris experience in all cross country runners, parents, grandparents, coaches, supporters, officials. Cross country deserves a place in the philosophy of total athletics. In St Brendan’s AC we have the motto Athletics for All…That means all athletics, cross country, track and field, walks for all. It keeps more athletes interested. It provides a universal package. It has a holistic approach.

And why not have cross country walks!

Let’s hope cross country happens again soon. Let’s embrace the primitive freedom.

The Quiet Man of Ardfert

 The Quiet Man of Ardfert

By David Kissane

Pat Maguire (left) with Patrick O'Riordan and Mikey O'Riordan in Leopardstown in 2002 at the international cross country championships.

Many people in St Brendan’s AC may not be aware that the famous film The Quiet Man had its genesis just a mere thirty kilometres away from Ardfert. The story of the same name on which the John Ford film starring John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara is based was written by Maurice Walsh, born near Lisselton Cross in 1879. His house is still there and a plaque reminds us that this prolific writer, who penned twenty novels, hailed from there. The story was inspired by a man called Paddy Bawn Enright who lived further up in Lisselton and worked on the Walsh farm. In the story, the character of Paddy Bawn Enright was called Shawn Kelvin, a young man returned from America, who was a quiet man, under middle size, with strong shoulders and deep-set blue eyes. He had been a boxer as an emigrant but was loathe to talk about that side of his career. He just wanted a quiet life.
Our paish here on the edge of the Atlantic has its own quiet man. And as well as being an athlete he was a boxer too. That man is Pat Maguire. He is the quiet man of Ardfert.
Patie as he is known to all his neighbours was born and raised in Ardfert. He became involved in athletics at a young age and joined St John’s AC Tralee, it being the nearest athletic club to Ardfert. Pat began running in 1967. That year began with one organisation for athletics in Kerry and ended with two. Broadly speaking, North Kerry (BLE) and South Kerry (NACA) were under different athletic bodies and would be until the new millennium when the two organisations happily became one at national level and in Kerry. Ardfert had the distinction of staging the first ever BLE event when the carnival committee hosted a road race from Tralee to Ardfert in 1967.
From round 1967 Pat and his neighbours Dan Murphy, Hugh Murphy, Patrick O’Riordan, Willie O’Riordan, Liam O’Riordan (brother of Tom), Pat Griffin, Tom McGrath and others were all competing with St John’s AC with success, especially in road and cross country events. Pat had one of his first ever cross country races in the 1967 Kerry junior cross country championships in Ballymacelligott. He was to be county junior cross country champion the next year showing his potential for the first time. In 1969 he moved on to senior level and was sixth in the senior cross country championships held in Castleisland. That race was won by Derry McCarthy (Farranfore AC) over a testing six-mile course while Pat’s near neighbours Pat Griffin and Dan Murphy were second and third, leading St John’s AC to the team title. In 1970 Pat was selected on the Kerry team for the national senior inter-county cross country championships in Thurles, Co Tipperary. Ardfert’s Tom O’Riordan (Donore Harriers) won the individual title over seven and a half miles while Dan Murphy was eight. In fact there were four Ardfert athletes on that Kerry team that came seventh with Patrick O’Riordan also being selected. Also on the team was Paddy O’Connor of London Irish who was to settle in Kilmoyley years later.
The skill of Pat Maguire was in evidence again in March 1970 in the county senior cross country in Killarney when he clinched the silver medal behind rising star Jerry Kiernan of Listowel and just ahead of team mate Patrick O’Riordan. Again the Ardfert men were key to a St John’s AC team victory. Open sports were a big feature of those summers and in 1970 alone there were open sports in Ballyhar, Milltown, Castleisland, Headley’s Bridge, Dingle, Knocknagoshel and the big one in St John’s in Tralee. The field evenings also featured athletic events and Ballyheigue had some top athletes on show that year. In fact Pat Maguire had plenty of inspiration locally as 1970 was an outstanding year for Ardfert athletes as Tom O’Riordan won the national 5000m title in Banteer for the fourth year in a row and Patrick O’Riordan won the Kerry intermediate cross country title in Tralee and led St John’s AC to yet another team victory. Dan Murphy from just down the Tralee Road from Pat was awarded a county sport star award that year, had come second in Spain in a junior international cross country and was on his way to the US on scholarship.
A major event was engineered in the winter of 1970 for Pat Maguire and his Ardfert colleagues. A new club, Ardfert AC was formed, inspired by the success of the local athletes with St John’s AC. They had put the pin to the periwinkle, as Maurice Walsh would say. Pat Maguire was the first registrar. Fr Shine was nominated first president while the chair was taken by Dan Murphy. Joe Duhig was elected secretary and treasurer while the PRO was John Hussey. Seán Spaight and Pat Lawlor who were to join later. The club was to have outstanding success in the years ahead.
The new Ardfert AC fulfilled its hosting duties straightaway and staged the Kerry senior cross country championships in the Cúl Trá (Sandy Lane) near Banna in 1971. Pat Maguire kept up his consistent cross country form by coming in fourth to ensure the bronze team medals for the new club. Pat O’Riordan had one of his most outstanding runs at senior level by clinching the silver medal behind future Olympian Jerry Kiernan in the seven and a half mile course. Incredibly there were 57 athletes in that championship race on the bouncy surface of the Cúl Trá.
Pat Maguire then helped to prepare the sportsfield in Ardfert as the club also staged the county novice track and field championships in May where Hugh Murphy, brother of Dan, was top athlete on the day. By then Dan Murphy had taken up a scholarship in Washington State University after a string of impressive victories. The Ardfert new generation girls also made a big impact on home soil with Martina McGrath, Máiréad Murphy, Bríd Kavanagh, Maura Kavanagh, Mary McCarthy and Marion Stack doing well in the juvenile races while in the boys’ events John Crowley, Frank Courtney, Tom Lawlor, Pat Courtney, Tim Crowley, Brendan McGrath, Anthony Carmody and Pat Kearney were in the medals. The inspiring of young athletes was continued by Pat and the club later with Margaret and Eileen Lawlor making the athletics podium at county championship level before going on to win numerous All Ireland titles with the Kerry ladies’ football team.
Pat and the new Ardfert AC club was involved in the cross country league which was popular that autumn. It was held over three legs in Tralee, Castleisland and Farranfore and Pat was a key athlete in those races and actually won the second leg of the series.
The following year, 1972 saw Pat and club secretary Seán Spaight lay out a fine course in the Cúl Trá for the county junior cross country championships and here Patrick O’Riordan showed the club’s progress by taking the title and leading the club to victory. Again Pat Maguire was selected on the Kerry team for the national senior intercounty cross country championships in January. Pat came sixth, one place behind Patrick O’Riordan in the Kerry senior cross country championships later that month in Ballymacelligott, helping Ardfert AC to the silver medals in a field of 38 runners. This was a great achievement for the new club and the spirit of Pat Maguire and his comrades. He was also active in preparing the sportsfield in Ardfert for the hosting of the Kerry senior championships in June. For the first time, women were comprehensively catered for with Patricia Deenihan starring (sister of Jimmy Deenihan who had huge success in athletics in those years before concentrating on football).
Success for Ardfert AC continued in 1973 when Pat Maguire again lined out for the county senior cross country in Farranfore where Patrick O’Riordan came a brilliant second to Derry McCarthy of Farranfore AC. Pat Maguire finished in ninth position. There is the iconic photo with the athletes bathing in a pool of water after the race and Pat with his distinctive hooped singlet is splashing Patrick O’Riordan with devilment. A year later he returned to top form and took the bronze medal in the 1974 county senior cross country in Scartaglin. He then capitalised on his fitness in a county road league on home ground in Ardfert when he came second to the consistent Derry McCarthy.
Among Pat’s achievements in his final years as an athlete were his selection once again on the Kerry team for the national intercounties cross country championships in Roscrea in 1975. Pat helped a strong Kerry team to an excellent fifth position. It was yet another existential statement by the Ardfert man. This was in a year that saw the county road championship being cancelled in April due to the fuel shortage but a host of open sports did go ahead in Kerry later that glorious summer.
That year of 1975 was memorable for Pat Maguire as he lined out at centre field for the Ardfert team that won the county senior hurling championship. That was one of the reasons why track and field during the summer was not an option for the Ardfert athletes as concentration on the sliotar was fundamental. Pat used the gifts for each season that were allocated to him and there is a season for everything.
The favourite training routes for Pat and his colleagues included the run from the entrance (now the prom) in Banna to the Black Rock and back. Sometimes over the amber-brown stones if the tide was in. Footloose and unfettered. This would normally be done in preparation for cross country in mid-winter under the pre-dawn sky with Kerry Head hardly visible…it wasn’t fashionable to be seen training in those days! Warm-ups were not an accepted custom…out of the car and hell for leather. There was something wonderful in the way Pat Maguire ran in those training sessions. The four mile circuit of Liscahane was a good road tester. The Banna-Barrow five miles with the stretch of soft Carrahane sand was a speciality. Some ancient impulse impelled me to run that course on a Sunday morning with Pat and his colleagues one time. The pace was hot and I couldn’t keep up and got lost and was very late for dinner! Times now endless and exotic on the recall.
One of Pat Maguire’s last cross country races was in the county senior championships of 1976 in Farranfore when he came home in ninth position. The race was won by Dan Murphy who had returned from the US. Later Ardfert AC won the Kerry ten mile road championship in Tralee, the club’s first championship win. New athletes like Willie O’Riordan continued the road and cross country culture for Ardfert as Pat Maguire focused on hurling from then on. The evening of his athletic life had come.
Pat Maguire had other attributes that entitled him to local fame. In the mid 1970s he was elected “Mayor of Ardfert” by the carnival committee for his fundraising work. The carnivals were a social phenomenon in those years and funded the local GAA clubs and organisations. Pat and his supporters roamed the North West Kerry area tirelessly over the summer selling the lines that were counted as votes. Victory was his and he became part of local folklore in his native place, just like Maurice Walsh’s Quiet Man.
A favourite pastime of Pat was pool. Pool competitions were all the rage in pubs in the 1970s and he discovered that his skill level in this sport was high. True to form he had a methodical approach to the pool table with that inner vision which allowed him to be calm and smooth in his play. His friend and colleague in Ardfert AC, Seán Spaight had a different style, more of a Hurricane Higgins. He could attack the table like a sídhe gaoithe and scatter balls in all directions, hoping they would find a hole somewhere. Not so with Pat Maguire…he won a major pool tournament in his favourite pub, Joe O’Sullivan’s to a packed house in the mid 1970s with grace and style. The win conferred huge local status on the Ardfert man and he quietly shrugged it off. Master of his task. A gentleman.
Trips to ploughing matches and All Irelands are well remembered by Pat. The Kerry win of 1997 was especially treasured as was the visit to the International Cross Country Championships in Dublin in the 1990s. His assessment of these events in Barry’s Hotel afterwards was a pleasure to experience as Pat has a keen eye for performance in all sports. There were nights of music and enjoyment in Ballyroe Hotel and at the Rose of Tralee. Cups of tea with his friend Brendan Griffin up the road. The quiet trips to Banna in his car and chats after mass in Ardfert. Stories read about Halberg and Viren.
And of course there is the key comparison to The Quiet Man. Pat Maguire was a boxer. His training premises was in his workplace up the road in Denis Griffin’s shed. A ladder was put up across the roof of the shed some twenty feet off the floor. Pat and his colleagues climbed up and hung on to the horizontal ladder rungs and hand-walked till they reached the other wall. Sometimes they attached weights to their legs to increase the input! Pat boxed in the county and provincial championships with success, making his an all-round sportsman.
As Pat Maguire relaxes these days, he can feel a sense of great pride in the memories of his sporting prowess in those idyllic days. He has a story to tell and the distant days of the 1970s are just a story away. The elation of the run lingers. His quiet personality is never at cross purposes with the world he has inhabited for seven decades. His contribution to athletics in Ardfert should not be forgotten. It was a vital link in the history of the village’s sporting history, between the landlord-organised sports of the nineteenth century and the modern St Brendan’s AC. Injury interrupted his chances of running as a master, but he is a constant supporter of the club which succeeded Ardfert AC. Local heroes should not be overlooked and the present generation of sportspeople can learn well from Pat’s achievements and from the achievements of his colleagues. The open sports, the road leagues, the cross country leagues, the founding of a club, the hosting of county events and the sowing of athletics on new ground. The milage and the memories. Part of Kerry and Ardfert athletics folklore.
To quote Maurice Walsh again, The play is over, friends and the curtain is down on the era that Pat Maguire will talk about when we can go to visit him again. But he will remind us Step on the stage if you like. Then we will see again the small smile of one, who has seen what he looked for, come to pass.