I had thought about doing a Parkrun this morning, but when Mr R woke me with a cup of tea and enquired if I was going to the Park I realised it was too late. 8:40 am, no way could I get up, dressed and driven to the park in 20 minutes.
So that's it for today, I thought, but he's a persistent chap, Mr R, and he asked if I was going out for a run anyway. I hummed and hahed and looked out the window. After my dreadful treadmill run on Wednesday because of the rain, I thought the sunshine looked too good an opportunity to pass up.
"Maybe you could come with me on your bike..." I tentatively suggested. To my surprise he agreed, and was soon putting the bike rack on the car, while I got into my garb. And we were off to the nearby cycle track/pathway.
It was lovely run, and although I was unable to talk (I marvel at people who can run and hold a conversation at the same time) it was lovely having MR R there shooing away the gremlins. I was on week 3 of Sam Murphy (again), but enjoyed it immensely. I was delighted to see many large clumps of violets, and even some very pale (almost white) violets that I've never seen before. I was also treated to a numbering of nodding daffodils and narcissi. Going passed the sewage treatment plant had us both laughing as we childishly asked one another if we'd farted. 
And then there was the joy of seeing a field of sheep, with quite a few little lambs gambling about, followed by a field of geese, who honked their approval as I sped past.
All in all with the two warm up walks and the two minute interval walks I was pleased to find we'd covered just over 10km. Mr R enjoyed his bike ride, "We should do this again," he suggested, and I think I may have got my mojo back.
yippee 
week3run1 ✅. 3 x 17 mins with 1 min walks. 
How did your parkrun or (not)parkrun go?
