Yesterday was one of those days that was pretty much perfect. It started off at Nonsuch parkrun, which is practically on my doorstep. I parked at one of the many carparks and was looking round for the familiar parkrun huddle when an antipodean in a 50-club t-shirt asked if I was after parkrun.
Turns out, both he and his son are on the table of doom and also work on the general principle that if someone turns up at half eight for a parkrun then they are either a volunteer or new.
As we walked towards the course swapping tales of parkruns, it emerged that he is also an ultra runner. Looking for an ultra run you can do from home? How about running to Finsbury park, doing the parkrun and then running home?
Nonsuch parkrun is one of those with a split start and finish. We dropped our jackets at the finish [entirely at our own risk] and then wandered up towards the start. Where we were greeted by [not the] Ron Hill.
The course itself is extremely family friendly with more children than you can shake a stick at* and has a good mix of hares and tortoises. It bills itself as flat, and if you’re used to Banstead Woods, Richmond Park or Hampstead Heath then you would probably agree with that description. However, if you usually run at Bushy, Wimbledon or Old Deer Park, you would be more likely to describe the course as gently undulating. I’m just saying.
After the parkrun, it was down to my mother’s for lunch and then I popped in to see an old school friend who persuaded me to join her as she walked her two dogs. Turns out that standing on a hill top in Sussex on a balmy Autumn evening is the perfect antidote to pre-race nerves and it rounded off a near perfect day.
*I am not advocating shaking sticks at children