Enter Blue Bubble Marketing And The Wonderful Siobhan Clifford.


I continued running through the beautiful Turkish mountains. Most days it rains, I am so tired in the mornings I can’t get going early.. So tired. I am almost comatosed. When I stop for my breaks I can see people looking into my eyes. I wonder if they think I am a druggie. I have to straighten my eyes out almost like in a cartoon!

So tired I worry about pushing myself too much. I stop from time to time just to sit on the guardrails wondering if I will have a heart attack. I am digging so so deep I can’t see the shovel anymore, ready to collapse on I run for 52km that day. I remembered at the start the way I could just hammer out a nifty fifty.. There are no more easy days.
Road day 1,000 on May 16 I manage a 46. I thought about stopping in a hotel to celebrate but at $35 this is crazy.. I keep saying turkey is as expensive as many European countries… This is Asia  repeat.
That evening I had a great sleep in a bus shelter which was well off the road. On the way up the mountain I get an email from a man called Tom Enright offering to help with my Ireland route for I have just decided as dog tired as I am I will do a full lap of Ireland. About 1,625km.
To be honest at first I was planning a short lap about 850km. Reason being I am so embarrassed about my pace.
Then I say to Hell I will do this run the way it should be done and as Tom said in his email I will finish in style. I don’t have to answer to anyone anymore. The only people that matter are my friends and decent people.
I remember my last night on the road in India. A couple of men brought me into a Sikh temple to see if I could sleep there. I was so tired, stumbling as I always do when not running that I was asked to leave. They thought I was a drunk and said so.
So this man Tom is great. He offers help with the logistics of my Ireland route.
Tom introduces me to Siobhan Clifford who has a public relations/marketing company called Blue Bubble Marketing.
I am amazed by their generosity and help. This is a Godsent
Also Kevin Scanlon in Wicklow is working on my finishing route. He has been doing some of this now since I asked him to about a year ago.
Within a short while Tom, another runner Ger and Siobhan have a first draft for me. I am excited. This gives me added energy on the road.
They send my route to the marathon club of Ireland and suddenly I am told there are lots of runners asking to run with me and offering accommodation. I am so excited. The Ireland lap begins on September 13, it will take six weeks. I will finish here with 50,000 km exactly on the finish line. The calculations are pretty close, this gives me renewed energy. Just over 5,000km to go the distance across America and I have done that almost nine times since the run began.

I can’t thank Siobhan and Tom enough.

Road day 1,001 dawns and I wash some spare clothes in a sink beside the bus shelter. I will dry them as they hang from my pack.
Turks are like Thai people, hardly anyone speaks English.
I read a report that stated the more nationalistic a country is the less likely they are to speak a foreign language.
I have not even seen one business sign in English, or road signs almost as though it were against the law.
Another 46km day broken into two halves a 22km slugger for I needed a breakfast that day. After breakfast I run hard and non story for another 24km I am delighted by the end result.

Nobody offered me any water or anything else, Turkey is no Iran, that’s for sure. People continue to overcharge me especially in restaurants and petrol stations. The often don’t scan the items and when I ask I suddenly get a price reduction. The PO petrol chain have been notorious. I have to watch almost everytime.
They let down the decent people of the country and continue to enhance Turkey’s scam reputation.

I need to keep the pace up for the Irish embassy in Ankara, in particular Erok have been working hard to try to get a permit for me to run across the Bosporus Bridge in Istanbul on June 7th
I make a mistake in Susehri, or water city lasking an ambulance can I sleep in their centre for I think its like the Iranian Red Crescent. They don’t understand and think there is something wrong with me for asking. I get fed up and can’t get rid of them as they follow me on the road. Eventually I do and stop at the Total Excellence petrol station where a nice man called Haji fills me with tea. I got a place to sleep on top of oil drums in a storage area around the back. I make it comfortable by spreading out cardboard on the drums and climb up.

Next day I finish at 30km as the rain is heavy. I cheekily make myself comfortable by spending the night in a car port, sort of tarp covering over poles for an old mans car.
The old man returns and I have to jump up so he don’t drive over me! He gets a bit of a start and leaves the car out in the rain overnight. A cup of tea would have been nice I thought, ah yes if this was Iran!

On the way to Koklu some workers on a construction site bring me into their canteen and feed me a delicious lunch. My faith in Turkey restored.
They ask me where I sleep and I say most nights in the mosques or prayer room in petrol stations but in the women’s separate section for there is less chance I will be disturbed. I am often locked in till the next day without anyone knowing, which is OK by me. The workers seeing how fond of tea I am ask how I manage for my evening cuppa. They are impressed when I take out my beverage heater. I just have to make sure I go to toilet first and fill up my water bottle.
I don’t think this is disrespectful as they eat and drink in Iranian mosques. OK this is Turkey but don’t they drink alcohol, flaunt their hair and do the forbidden ‘ harmonious movements ‘ meaning dancing, which so enrage the Iranian Islamic police.
I continued running and running towards Istanbul clipping out a 50,54 and a 54 in a huge push for Europe. To be fair to the Turks in this area they were really helpful.
One night I was told I could sleep in a function room adjoining a restaurant and the family fed me breakfast. Only two km up the road two men and a woman stopped me for another breakfast, so I didn’t offend. They sat on their porch cross legged. Its been a long time since I could sit like that. Often I have to lie down on my stomach and face them as I eat!
Another night I slept in the workshop of a mosque in a small  village called Murseller. Nobody saw me enter. On the workbench were two coffins, I didn’t check them out :)
Next day I think I am seeing things when I see a price for a kilo of pistachio nuts is $20!

Then I run through a hamlet called Kamil Koc! I kid you not and there is even a bus line by the same name.
More and more rain and a couple of tired fifties like a dart player hitting the wire of the bulls eye.
2km before Bayan I think I am stopping at a cafe but its a craft shop. The man there makes me tea and gives me biscuits before I’m off two kilometres down the road and on he left he said I would have no trouble sleeping.

I am in the darkness in my sleeping bag when a man comes in but the gent he was didn’t say anything. He just went outside and said to those outside that there was a tourist sleeping inside. I could not imagine being left in peace if this was India!

Anyone that wants to hire an energetic marketing company please contact Siobhan Clifford at:

Blue Bubble Marketing.


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5 Responses to “Enter Blue Bubble Marketing And The Wonderful Siobhan Clifford.”

  1. Ann Says:

    Great update Tony, you sound shattered -:)

  2. kevin scanlon Says:

    tony, hopefully the excitement of the next few months and the finish will keep you going through this tough stretch. great news about blue bubble marketing. they will do great work to help you. keep it going. kevin

  3. Jason Fox Says:

    You’re already a legend. This is my first comment on your blog, but I’ve been following your journey for over a year, and it’s hard to believe that you’ve been going since long before I was aware of it! Your accomplishment is unreal. I think you might evaporate into thin air upon completion of your run. Stay safe! I’m routing for you form Colorado!

  4. theworldjog Says:

    Thursday 41 km friday 37. Total 45,371km for 1,034 road days. Since Istanbul I am easing down slightly. Please see below for likely route change.

    Thanks for your invitation Ivan. I am enjoying Bulgaria and your lovely people so much
    Unfortunately Sofia is not on my route but thanks
    I did not realize so many of the routes to Romania required a ferry across the Danube river. So I have decided on a route change. I will run to Zdecar in Serbia and from there to Vienna which means I will be including an extra country which is Serbia
    I may not run Romania as I don’t want to take a ferry when there is another route also it would be too far to route my way around to Romania.
    Thanks again Ivan

  5. Vlastik Says:

    You are a legend Tony. After only 35 days of a solo run experiencing ups and downs I was happy to be home again. I do not think any of us can even start to imagine how tough it must be doing it for 4 years in many inhospitable places, endless empty roads…..
    You are on a home strech, not far from a glorious return to Dublin Marathon.
    I will follow your route from Serbia to Vienna to see exactly which way you will be taking.
    Best wishes from both of us.

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I have always considered myself to be an average runner. In school, I was even bullied for I was a sports wimp. Through hard work, dedication, perseverance, self-belief and a strong mind I succeeded in not only running around the world but breaking four ultra running world records during my competitive career. Having previously cycled around the world I didn't start running until I was almost 30. Then I had a dream of running around the world. For many reasons, I waited for over 20 years. One reason was to establish my pedigree as an endurance athlete. I started and finished my world run as the current World Record-Holder for 48 Hours Indoor Track 426 kilometres (265 miles), a record I have held since 2007. I also broke and still hold the World Record for 48 hours on a Treadmill 405 kilometres (251 miles) in 2008. When I retired from competition, more pleasing than any of my world, European or Irish records I had the respect of my fellow athletes from all over the world - in my opinion, sports greatest reward - an achievement I am most proud of. Then I finally put myself out to pasture, to live my ultimate dream to run around the world! This blog was written on the road while I struggled to find places to sleep and to recover from running an average of 43.3 kilometres or 27 miles per day for 1,165 road days. There were many nights I typed this blog on a smart phone, so fatigued my eyes closed. Many journalists and endurance athletes have referred to my world run as the most difficult endurance challenge ever attempted. During my expedition I rarely had any support vehicles, running mostly with a backpack. In the more desolate areas I pushed my gear, food and water in a cart which I called Nirvana, then I sent her on ahead to run with my backpack once again over altitudes of almost 5,000 metres in the Andes. I stayed in remote villages where many people had never seen a white person before. I literally met the most wonderful people of this world in their own backyard and share many of those amazing experiences in this blog. My run around the world took 4 years. There were no short cuts, I ran every single metre on the road while seeking out the most comprehensive route across 41 countries, 5 continents, I used 50 pair of running shoes and my final footstep of the run was exactly 50,000 kilometres, (almost 31,000 miles) I eventually finished this tongue in cheek named world jog where I started, at the finish line of my city marathon. I started my global run with the Dublin Marathon on October 25th 2010 and finished with the Dublin Marathon on October 27th 2014 at 3 05pm! Thank you for your support, I hope you can share my unique way of seeing the world, the ultimate endurance challenge! Read more...


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