Running my 13th parkrun so close to Halloween should have been warning enough. I was tempting fate.
Fate, it seems, decided to have a lie-in this Saturday morning.
I got a PB! By over a minute and a half.
Despite the wind and the rain (and the inauspicious stuff) it went really well.
I must admit my running schedule has taken a hit the last few weeks, with work kicking my proverbial, the clocks going back and the weather, it's been very tough to find time. My running has dropped from a consistent 3 times per week to about twice per week.
That said, I have been working on my upper body strength, running at the gym as much as I can, and cycling between rain showers. So the frequency is down, but the variety is definitely up.
All in, I am really (pleasantly) shocked at getting a PB. Totally didn't expect that.