I do like to run beside the sea
I do like to romp along the prom, prom, prom
Where the marshalls say “Run straight on, straight on”
So just let me run beside the seaside
And I’ll be beside myself with glee
And there’s lots of guys beside
I should like to run beside
Beside the seaside
Beside the sea.
OK. Lyrics are not my forte. Unlike disjointedtales.
As I woke early this morning (damn you 5.30am, damn you) I decided to try one of the parkruns that is right on the edge of my day trip range: Whitstable parkrun.
It’s a two lap run that starts along the prom (into a fierce headwind today), climbs up a short rise and then runs back along the grass (wind assisted) before going back down to prom level for lap two.
I ran round a fair bit of the course with Emma, who was at a parkrun for the first time, cheered on by her husband and 9 month old son. And then, about 300m from the end, I caught up with a kid who’d started to flag a little.
“Run with me to the finish?” I gasped.
“OK” she said, picking up her pace.
“Have you a sprint left in your legs?” I asked, as the end came into sight.
“Yes” she replied
And lo! Another sprint finish was born.