It was raining hard this morning so a perfect day for our first Parkrun... well... it was a day, anyway! The marshals were lovely and welcoming, which helped with the nerves. And I had a stash of jelly babies so we knew we were covered.
My 8 year old decided he would like me to run with him for the first lap, then he said he would sprint the next two... fine, I said. So we took our positions and off we went!
Some of the kids exploded off the line like rockets. It’s difficult not to get swept up in the general mayhem! Alex whizzed off ahead for the first km but started flagging a bit after a hill climb. He walked until I caught up, pretended that he was giving me some coaching (pace yourself mummy, don’t go too fast) and then whizzed off again. I had two more ‘coaching lessons’ before he put in a final sprint on an uphill and crossed the line.
The fastest time for the 2k was 8:25... 😳 Alex did a respectable 12:07, coming in 24th out of 46 brave wet kids. His mum came in with an unofficial 12:28. I did feel pretty tired! And very proud of the pair of us; we have made a start to our Parkrun adventure 🙂