“I’m noticing a blog deficiency.” – Abradysis
Next week, Harcourt Hill parkrun will be celebrating its first anniversary. I know this, because its inaugural event was on the same weekend as Winter 100, and Autumn 100 (a rose by any other name) is next weekend. The microscope-shaped course consists of two laps of 3 playing fields and a golf course, and is run almost entirely on grass. At its inaugural, that grass was muddy (so I’m told), but the recent sunshine has left it mud-free, with just enough softness to please my poor, aching joints*.
As you may know, grass is one of my least favourite surfaces, and laps of a playing field fill me with dread. The wiggles in the course softened the impact of the latter, and some fine company** more than made up for the former. I’m not one of the world’s greatest hostesses, and love the fact that parkruns give me a simple, low pressure way to meet up with people, either in ones and twos, as at Harcourt Hill, or en masse, as part of a celebration…
…like last week’s get together at Malling parkrun for Rosemary’s 250th parkrun. I had been in two minds about whether to attend. On the one hand, I really wanted to be part of Rosemary’s celebrations, as she is one of my parkrun heroes, but on the other hand, it was an inaugural run, and I’ve found that I prefer to visit parkruns when they have had a chance to bed down and develop their own personalities. Finding out that it would also be Mike’s Cowell Club run and that my super-crew from NDW100 (Andy, Kat and Jools) were planning to go tipped the balance, and I went away to check the details.
- Just off junction 4 of M20 – check
- Loos at start – check
- 2 laps of a lake – check
- Mostly flat – check
- Mixture of tarmac and gravel paths – check
- African themed fancy dress*** – HELP!
I turned to Abradyma. Did she still have the Nigerian outfits that my parents had acquired when they lived in Lagos? She did! And she knew where they were!**** And she would be at home to callers on Friday! Sorted.
So on Saturday morning, I headed to Malling, caught up with more parkrunning friends than you can shake a stick at, ate cake, watched as Rosemary completed her 250th parkrun, welcomed Mike into the Cowell Club and answered the question that had been plaguing me for days…
…could I run in this?
* Taperchondria? Me? Why would you think that?
*** Part of the 250 celebration and not an early expression of the parkrun’s personality.
**** Of course she did. She is one of the most organised people on the planet.