Last night Hubs offered to be the child taxi service in the morning. ‘oh no,’ I said, feeling kind, ‘I’ll be up anyway for Parkrun I’ll take him.’ ‘I really don’t mind’ he said ‘lets decide in the morning’ I said.
So at 7am I took him a cup of tea and dropped big hints and off he went. Tempting though it was to go back to sleep I gave myself a talking to ‘runners have willpower and determination ‘ etc and got out of bed.
Obviously in a dithery mood today, I tried on 3 tops before deciding what to wear, (seriously! 😮) then as I had plenty of time I thought I’d better ‘fuel up’. I wasn’t really hungry, but after a piece of toast is was like someone had flicked a switch in my head and suddenly I felt alert and positive.
I haven’t done Parkrun for about 6 months. As the crowd was accumulating I was struck by how healthy everyone looked. As a group, people were generally slim, well groomed and didn’t have that tired pallor in their skin that so many people have.
I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get a PB. Interestingly I did the same time (37:21) as I did this time last year!!
It’s just made me think that I need Parkrun back in my life!
When you are feeling like walking and that person you just overtook then overtakes you, it does make you want to do better.
So three cheers for Parkrun!