Took a turn as a volunteer at my local Parkrun this morning, marshalling and scanning those barcodes with numb fingers and 475 layers on standing in a pool of muddy water in a howling gale in the woods! Ah good times! As the tail walker went through and we packed up, I devised a mental map of my route.
After a lovely flat London 10k last Sunday, I calculated that a 4.5miler round the vertical hills of the forest would be about equivalent. No PBs this week, but I did win a battle against myself when I got to the bottom of a demon hill and though “stop and walk”, Focussing on ‘just to the next tree, the next post, the bend’. It was a slow plod but the view at the top of the hill was worth it and so much better as I’d run there! Back to the car and home to a pile of muddy washing, shopping, lunch and feet up to watch the rugby with my boys. Gotta love a weekend!😊😊🏃♀️