Monthly Archives: October 2011
A tale of many parkrunners
I can’t seem to start this blog. It’s happened before, when I have so many things that I want to say, that I can’t actually find the words to say them. If I use my backspace key one more time, … Continue reading
Picture the scene…
…you have met up with a friend at Westfield Stratford* with its 3,000 state-of-the-art parking spaces**. After you’ve been shopping for a while, you feel a little thirsty, so you pick up a bottle of water, take two swigs, and … Continue reading
The run I nearly didn’t do
Why is it that the runs you very nearly don’t do turn out to be so very satisfying? Is smug to satisfaction what umami* is to flavour? Add a soupcon of smug to a run to enhance the satisfaction gained. … Continue reading
I’m doomed!
This morning, my wallet rested safe and sound in the sure and certain knowledge that there was no specialist running shop within walking distance of my office. This evening, my wallet weeps, for it was wrong.
Gunpowder and ganache
The Gunpowder parkrun started up this morning (near Waltham Abbey, between 12o’clock and 1o’clock on the M25) and it’s an absolute cracker. Its two and a bit laps are gently undulating, simple to follow but meandering enough to be fun. … Continue reading
Upping sticks (and thanks @knittingpenguin)
A couple of weeks ago, I met up with travelling hopefully (aka @knittingpenguin) at Bolton parkrun. Inspired by our post-run chat, I signed up to Stitch London, and dug out a partially completed project that has been slowly gathering dust (and … Continue reading
A West Midlands parkrun and Bicester Village
You may remember that I have a golden rule designed to curb my nomadic madness. I don’t set the alarm before 7am on a Saturday. Well, this weekend, I tore up the rule book, set my alarm for what any … Continue reading
Not Cardiff but Andover parkrun
I had originally intended to hitch a lift to Cardiff on Saturday morning with another nomadic parkrunner I’d met at Nonsuch parkrun. That plan was scuppered by an ankle injury, so instead I opted for Andover parkrun. The course is … Continue reading
I am not a runner
Not a real one, anyway. Since January, I have run 39 parkruns at 38 different venues. I have even (if you’ll excuse my tiny wee brag) snuck into 10th place on the table of doom. I won’t stay there. The competition is cut-throat. … Continue reading