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.
woohoo! how many have you done now??
Hee hee, made me chuckle. Sounds like a pleasant parkrun, I’m assuming you stayed for the BMF class?! 🙂
Well done, sweetcheeks !
Why thank you, honey-my-love.
Ha ha now I’m disappointed because I didn’t get that text! Great to see you and nice to have company for my first parkrun.
I hate that moment you click send and see its going to the wrong person and there is nothing you can do to stop it, dam technology. Well done on yet another PR
Great Parkrunning ! .. Last one in June.
** Don’t you make it all up like I do?
A Brady Pus, you have pleaded guilty to the charges brought by this court, and it is now my duty to pass sentence. You are an habitual athlete, who accepts Parkruns as an occupational hazard, and presumably accepts other forms of exercise in the same casual manner. We therefore feel constrained to commit you to the maximum term allowed for these offences — you will go to prison for five years. 😉