When my evil twin*, abradypus, posted a Facebook link to the new Canadian parkruns, and tagged me in it, my heart sank. I was going to have to get up off my couch and drive an hour to do a parkrun, and I only had 11 days to psych myself up. I have managed to avoid them so far, citing a lack of local runs to join, but it looked like that excuse was off the table. An hour is no barrier to a parkrun tourist like she-who-thinks-nothing-of ﬂying-off-to-Iceland-or-Poland-or Canada-for-a-quick-jaunt-around-a-park.
I am not a runner, so I told her I would walk it. I checked out the times of the last ﬁnishers on various parkruns, and decided that I might be able to keep up, and started the couch to 5k training plan. I trotted off on week one, only to realize that at the end of the 30 mins, I had only gone 3.1k. New plan required. For week 2, I ﬁnished the podcast, then walked to make up the 5k. 53 minutes. I then tried doing 2 podcasts back to back, with the 90 sec run/ 2 min walk cycles, and managed to get down to 46 mins. Still slowest than the last ﬁnishers. Hmmm. Checked the website, it says you can join in whatever your pace. I hope they know that I’m taking that to heart.
I turned up in plenty of time, and parked at the ﬁnish car park. I walked over to the race start and was there in plenty of time. I chatted to someone else who seemed to be there by herself, while looking around at the collection of very experienced ﬁt people with lots of kit, and tried to remind myself that I knew I could make it round 5k. At 9am, the introductions started. 1st Canadian park run, very exciting, people from parkrun UK as well as the local organisers.
The start is under a bridge, for when it rains. No rain today however. 22 degrees, glorious sunshine. The route is on a gravel path along the side of Mission Creek, and there is plenty of shade, which is just as well. After going under the second bridge, I started to see people coming back towards me, so I was hopeful of reaching the turnaround spot, but it seemed very far away. On the way back, the route crosses to the other side, and other than the climb up and over one bridge, and under another, the path is more-or-less ﬂat.
I don’t know my ofﬁcial time, because it hasn’t been posted yet, but I’m sure its a PB 🙂
*Not actually my twin. I’m 19 months older than her. She is, however, Evil.