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 normal person would see as stupid o’clock (and shazruns would see as a lie in) and headed up the M40 towards a West Midlands parkrun.
My Friday night research (I like to plan ahead, you know) had boiled down to a list that read a follows:
Time from M40 J12:
- Leamington – 25 mins
- Brueton – 30 mins
- Coventry – 30 mins
- Cannon Hill – 45 mins
- Worcester – 50 mins
I passed J12 at 7.45am and plumped for Cannon Hill. Just as well I’d left my 30 min margin, as my navigating proved to be as flakey as ever and ended with a magical mystery tour of South East Birmingham.
Cannon Hill is beautiful. The course is two laps, one long, one short and has twists and turns a-plenty. You can marvel at the speed of the lead runners on the out-and-back section of lap one, and then again as they run past you at the end of your lap one (their lap two).
There are lakes, ducks and geese and all of the decision points of the route feature an encouraging marshal. The route is tarmac, and buggy friendly, and there were a fair few children and the odd dog.
Of course, it is a ridiculously long way from London to travel for a 5km run, so I stopped off at Bicester Village on the way home for a little retail therapy. Not really the sort of place you can wander round in your lycras, so I took advantage of the phenomenally large toilet cubicles and changed into something more fitting.
I then wandered around the shops trying on designer clothes with price tags (despite the discounts) that made my eyes water. Fortunately for my wallet, designers only design for tall women with no hips, so I didn’t find a winter coat or trousers that liked me as much as I liked them. I did fall in love with a black velvet jacket, but it only seemed to exist in a size 8 (which I am not) so I left it for someone else, and pootled on home.