It’s just possible that I overdid things a little last Saturday, because when I woke up on Sunday morning and
crawled out of bed, bleary eyed and grumpy leapt out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed, my foot made it clear in no uncertain terms that it was very, very upset with me. After some negotiating worthy of ACAS (chaired by my inner sloth), it agreed that it was happy to drive me down to my mother’s for lunch so long as I unearthed my walking stick (a hangover from when I broke my ankle skiing) and promised to lay off the running for the week.
So this week has been running free and I faced this morning’s parkrun (Eastleigh near Southampton) with a certain amount of trepidation. Trepidation that wasn’t lessened by the earlier than usual start (Eastleigh is on the very edge of my day-trip range) and the foul weather.
Luck (or the god of injured runners and hydrophobes) was on my side. The rain eased off to a cooling drizzle and my foot protested not. Parkrun number 28 (at venue number 27) went without a hitch and I even managed to avoid tripping over any of the obstacles (fishermen’s tents and Thomas the Tank Engine railway lines) that made the route that much more interesting.
If you find yourself anywhere near Southampton on a Saturday morning, do check this parkrun out. The course may not be pb friendly (overtaking is difficult in the early stages and there are some odd little dips en route) but it is beautiful, well-marshalled and fun. At least in summer. They run a different route in winter, so if you go then, all bets are off.