Where have all the parkrun reports gone?

I used to be so good.  I’d get home from my parkrun and have a report written before the day was out.  So how have I let nearly three months go by without a word?  It’s not as if I haven’t been parkrunning.  Since Hatfield Forest parkrun, I’ve run Tilgate as part of a longer run, skipped a week, volunteered at Queen Elizabeth, volunteered at Gladstone in the presence of a global parkrun record holder, celebrated a birthday at Walsall Arboretum complete with fancy dress*, hammered the last mile of Didcot, been ticked off the list at Great Lines, gone on tour to Bryn Bach, enjoyed a Cowell Club rendezvous at Bracknell, skipped another week, volunteered at Barking, and popped across to Raphael for a second Cowell Club meetup.  All bar one of them have been in the company of people I know (or who know me) and no two have been the same.  Community galore, more cake than you can shake a stick at, hills, flats, trail and tarmac.

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