The New Year began pretty much as it seems to have continued for the past week . . wet, wild and windy . . and cold . . a complete contrast to the final day of last year.
New Year's Day is the one day of the year when, if you're fortunate enough to live close to more than one parkrun, you might be able to run two in a day. Here in Bristol, for the first time ever, we were amongst those fortunate folk, as there was a Little Stoke parkrun at 9am, and one at Ashton Court at 10.30, with an easy 20ish minute drive between the two (despite which, Rich Cranswick and Ian Shepherd just kept on running, from the first finish to the second start line).
Little Stoke parkrun gets the New Year off to a great start . . |
how would we ever manage without our wonderful volunteers? |
Geoff sets a new pb for a quick pre-parkrun briefing . . |
the start of the second leg of Bristol's first parkrun double . . |
the Taunton Marathon 1998 . . quite possibly the wettest event yet . . until today . . |
So that was two parkruns in one day. Hard work for everyone in any conditions but especially on the first day of 2014. Looking back though, extremely rewarding,
3 days later, on a regular parkrunday, and I was at my birth town parkrun, at East Park in Hull. I've run there 16 times before, but had somehow not visited at all during 2013, and it was good to be back, despite having brought the wind, the cold and the rain along with me.
It was a special occasion too, being the 200th Hull parkrun, Di's 150th parkrun, and the morning when, for the first time, one of Hull's under 14 parkrunners took part in their 100th event. Congratulations to all!
Much to my surprise I ran well this day. I set off faster than I'd intended, I managed to keep my breathing in order, and not only did I not slow down very much but I ran the final kilometre in the same time as the first. And finished in under 30 minutes for the first time in a long while. Almost a week later, and I still can't quite believe that I managed to run as I did. One thing perturbed me though . . the large number of male runners with their legs wrapped up warm. I of course wore shorts. I realise that it's no longer Grim, but are they getting soft up north?
Finally, after a brief warm down, it seemed that most of the 285 parkrunners found their way to the cafe, for a hot drink, plenty of cake, and much laughter and amusing conversation. I'm looking forward to returning in a couple of parkrundays' time . .
where there's a parkrun there are smiling faces . . |
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