Memo to self: when sending one’s husband a text message to signal one’s arrival at a parkrun, don’t send it to fairweatherrunner by mistake. “Love and Hugs Snookums”** is not generally considered to be a suitable way to sign off a text to a fellow Juneathoner.
That aside, it all went smoothly. The scrubs are adjacent to the prison, with its iconic entrance much beloved of location scouts everywhere.
The run is small (it’s only week three) and extremely friendly. Although it’s not flat, the rises are gentle and far from taxing and the slightly uneven surface (grass of varying lengths and tuftiness) adds a little bit of spice. Runners and volunteers hang around at the end forming an encouraging cheering section for stragglers like myself, and drinks are available in the clubroom afterwards (as is a BMF class, if a 5km run is merely your idea of a warmup).
**I made this bit up.