When I finished Couch to 5K a month ago I made a halfhearted commitment to do a Parkrun. Yesterday morning I hauled myself out of bed and did it! Here I am about forty minutes after the event. I still have the Ribena Berry glow that I get from running.
For those who don't know about Parkruns let me explain. They're free 5K events run by volunteers that take place weekly all over the country. You have to register before your first run but then you can take part anywhere. There's a wide range of people involved. Some of those lithe racing snakes were on their second lap well before I completed my first. Others walk or run at a more leisurely pace, some with pushchairs and their kids. The course was well marked out and new runners were briefed before the start. We were then cheered on by the enthusiastic organisers.
I'm hooked. Well, let's rephrase that. I'm not going to drop everything and do it every week. And sometimes I might like a lie in on Saturday. But I reckon that it could be to be a monthly thing.
What makes it attractive is that after the race you get lots of nerdy statistics about performance. It will allow me to map my running progress. I was slow but steady yesterday. 224th out of a field of 260 but 14th in the class for my age and sex. I completed the course in 40:26. There's plenty of scope for improvement. The residues of that cold still abound and I had a little walk at one point to make sure that a stitch was just a stitch and didn't mean more serious breathing issues. Plus Mr Metrosexual plied me with wine the night before which wasn't the best of athletic preparation! Just shedding the sniffles and being less fuzzy headed should easily tip me into the sub forty minute zone second time around.