Kingston parkrun is, when dry, a perfectly buggy friendly course. After heavy rain, however, it’s a different story. The first and last sections (which between them make up about half the course) are firm and flat – well maintained towpath and tarmac underfoot. The middle section goes mud, puddle, mud, puddle, mud, puddle, muddy grass, swamp, muddy goo, mud, puddle, mud.
Thankfully, I was not pushing a buggy around it today. I had the plum volunteer role of tail-runner, so I pootled along at the back watching in awe as the two intrepid buggy runners negotiated the mud, puddles, swamp and goo.
After which, I decamped to the café, warmed up with a cup of tea and a homemade gingerbread man dressed in 26.2 club colours and swapped racing plans with Kevin, last seen on New Year’s Day up in Middlesbrough.
And I even remembered to foam roll when I got home.