I had a really nice day today. I drove to Bushy Park for nine o’clock for the start of the longest parkrun. Given that the furthest I’ve run in a day is 10km, and that today was going to be an absolute scorcher, I wasn’t sure quite how much running I’d do. But I figured that even if all I managed was one parkrun, that was still my run for the day done.
All that changed by the end of run one. As traffic and parking were expected to be difficult, when someone offered to give a couple of us a lift around the parkruns, I jumped at the chance, brushing aside the small detail that this committed me to the whole day. Gulp.
So, how did we do? Well, Rob (thank you, thank you, thank you for driving us round) managed all seven parkruns in full. As did Merilyn, my fellow car-sharer. I managed to run a bit of all seven, including two in full. Runningfree will tell you that I ran 25km, but in truth it was nearer 20km, with 5km walking, as I did rather fade in the heat of the day.
I have blisters on my blisters, my left hip isn’t talking to me, and I have caught the sun ever-so-slightly but that is a small price to pay for such a wonderful day in such great company.