The last thing I said to Joe on Wednesday evening, after the pub, was that I'd see him today for parkrun. I added though that I'd wait to see how I felt on the day to decide exactly what running I'd be doing.
There were various combinations to consider - firstly whether to run the race and, if so, at proper race pace or a bit slower, whether to run to the park or home afterwards, or both, and in each case, which route to take.
Typically, my decision was left to the last minute - I took the bus to the park, and only when I arrived and spoke to Event Director Mary did I decide not to run the race. Well, they were short of volunteers... So, as I often do, I operated the timer. After clicking the last runner in and collecting up the finish funnel stakes and tape, I set off running home. Then I turned round and set off again, in the opposite direction, having decided, again at the last moment, to change my route.
It was a beautiful sunny morning with barely a breeze, so some of the parkrunners rather felt the heat, but everyone seemed to have a good run and I enjoyed helping out.
The run home, in the end, was 5½ miles through a couple of parks, and quicker than usual at 41:29, then again every time I've done that route before it's followed either running to the park or in parkrun! It was still very warm and still, so when I saw a cheeky kid spraying passing cars with his 'super soaker' I called to him, raised my arms and got a good drenching! Oh, how we laughed.
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