My days as a parkrun nomad are over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up on parkrun, nor am I settling down with one parkrun for the rest of time. I will still be planning holidays around parkruns and if any ‘athoners or reykjavikers suggest a parkrun meetup, I’ll jump at the chance.
But Poole parkrun marks the end of my obsessive compulsion to run a different parkrun every week. Because however wonderful the course (flat, picturesque, fast), the people (friendly as ever) and the perks (free sports massage pre or post run), I want the option of a weekend off, of a parkrun I can run to, of a Saturday when I’m home before I get my results text.
So, parkrun tourism here I come. Vive la difference!