There are days when I really need a sign. A great big sign that says “I know that a Camelbak and energy gels are overkill for a parkrun, but I’ve got a 13 mile run home”.
There are also days when I really need a miracle outer layer. One that keeps me warm on a frosty morning when I have 58 minutes to kill before the parkrun starts (the train timetable was obviously not devised by a parkrun tourist) but that is as light as a feather and folds up into the size of a postage stamp.
Today I needed both, but alas had neither. Goodness only knows what the other runners made of the inappropriately dressed tourist with the chattering teeth.
Despite the inauspicious start, my run was great. My toes thawed out by the end of the first undulating lap and were positively toasty by the finishing funnel*. The directions for the run home that fell out of my pack on lap one were still there on lap two, and between them and the Capital Ring waymarking signs, I managed to run all the way from Crystal Palace to Wimbledon Common without getting lost.
So, all in all, I’m counting the run as a success. But if you know where I can get hold of the sign or the miracle outer layer, then please let me know!
*Buggy note: The buggy beat me. In fact, the buggy would have beaten me even if I’d run a PB. If you’re comfortable pushing a buggy up a hill, then this is a buggy friendly course, with wide, well maintained paths.