Today was my very first parkrun experience. Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood when I woke up.
I say “woke up” but I don’t believe I was actually asleep at all through the night; anyway, not the kind of refreshing slumber you need before an early morning pre-breakfast 5k. I say “pre-breakfast” but a run which kicks off at 9.00 means it’s practically lunchtime before a decent portion of grub passes the lips! Why, oh why, oh why am I doing this?
The hardest thing is just getting out the door, so with gritted resolve, I kicked my derrière out the door (excuse my French). When we got there, it looked like a fun day out; that is to say it looked chaotic: an odd assortment of human shapes and sizes, ages ranging from about 7 to 97, everyone looking at each other for clues as to what to do.
Eventually all the first timers were rounded up for a talking to. And then literally everyone was rounded up for a second talking to. Then we were directed to gather in a rough line, four abreast, and we were off!
Three circuits of a field at the local college. It was actually well coordinated with magenta gilet-tabard-vest-thingy wearing stewards at each and every turn, pointing the way and clapping and cheering as we strove on. I think I overestimated those in front and got caught up in a bottleneck twice. I guess you have to get accustomed to running in groups but this was my first go so I wasn’t expecting my best effort; just enjoy the experience.
Thankfully, after the funnel, the barcode reader read my printed smudge and recorded a time of 28:33 (5.3 km according to my Strava but I did start somewhere nearer the back, furthest from the starter’s flag). I came second in my age group VM60-64 which isn’t so bad, 69th out of 205, and 54th out of 117 men (and boys, for there was a small number of sproglets attending, I noticed, helping their old folks over the line).
Yeah, I think I might go again.
Well done to everyone who ran today! Yay!