My first ever Parkrun was at Penticton, BC, Canada on 8th September 2018. Despite several attempts, it has taken me almost three and a half years to get the opportunity to run it again; between stress fractures, covid, not being in the right place on a Saturday morning ... well let's say a lot of things have gotten in the way.
I arrived here on Tuesday, knowing that this particular parkrun was restarting after yet another Covid break, on my first Saturday here. Surely this was meant to be!
Last night we checked the forecast for 8am (is there ANY other parkrun that starts at this ridiculous hour?): -3C, winds 20 kph gusting to 40kph, wind chill -8C. Whaaaattttt? Could I run in that? Add the fact that I've had a bad stomach and not eaten properly since I arrived but was still managing to drink glasses of Aperol Spritz in quantities not conducive to running 🤔. No. The decision was made before bed last night. I would not run it this weekend. Next weekend may be better.
But then I woke at 6:40. Hmmm. Could I really pass up this opportunity after such a long wait? Did it matter one jot if I couldn't beat my 2018 time?
Decision reversed. Some quick preparation and I found myself driven to the lakeshore. Yes the pavement was clear of snow and ice, but oh my ... there were hardly any runners to be seen! Maybe I shouldn't bother. There would be nowhere to hide. I didn't need to come last this morning!!! But hang on, I had waited so long to redo this course. Big girl pants on please. You can surely do this? If not, you know the day will be full of regret.
So, big girl pants on I opened the door, took a sharp intake of breath, gloves on ... and went and announced myself as a parkrun tourist from the UK, to the small - very small - assembled group! Of course everyone was lovely. I loved it. I was very happy and it was the best start to a beautiful day. I came lower middle of the pack as always, in a field of just 17 runners (and walkers).
I guess I will never totally outrun the gremlins, but I do have slightly more confidence in my chances of beating them into submission.
Oh ... and I beat my previous attempt on this course by just over a minute. Result!!!
(photo is actually Peachland rather than Penticton, but same lake, same mountains)