unintentional park run
Since my last post I’ve had two runs, nearly three but actually only two.
It would have been three but an after work run didn’t materialise after I’d forgotten my running shoes. I’d remembered everything else and had even gone to the trouble of a Superman change in the college loos but upon digging in my kit bag I found my Asics weren’t there. I’d gone to all that trouble so I decided to leave wearing full winter running garb and a rather trendy pair of Doc Marten shoes. The college head of fine art remarked that I looked Austrian.
My first run was on my birthday a couple of weeks back, not a bad morning but having crested the hill the seafront I noticed there were rather a lot of runners bombing up and down the sea front. Not just a dozen or so but literally hundreds.
Now being a shy runner – honestly I am – I wasn’t too pleased with entering the melee but I wasn’t too bothered as my run started around a mile from where they were turning, perhaps I would join them later but hopefully the majority would have moved on by then. Anyway, I struck out and surely enough in the distance I noticed that there were only a smattering of runners still on the course. I trotted on and there was a rather fit looking man standing in place and I shouted “Park Run?” he replied “Yeah and I’m the half way marker”.
It looked as I headed along the front that there was only one elderly gent who’d not rounded the chap designated the half way marker and as I ran along I picked up on some of the slower runners and passed them. As I rounded the bend into the dock section there was the finish line, I was still in the eldster and slowy snaily runners at this point and as I ran to the finish line everyone started yelling encouragement “You can do it”, “Come on only a few yards to go”…. I wasn’t too happy, they thought I was a slow-mo jogger, I passed the finish line and someone tried to give me a finish ticket, I crossed the line shouting “I’m not one of you” … ooops that’s all that came to mind and headed off to my turning point a few hundred yards further on. I turned and then ran back through the finish and tried to counter my previous outburst with encouraging “You’ve all done very well” shouts that possibly sounded rather patronising.
Oh well, my next run wasn’t so bad… Just a normal run out, not too quick but a good solid steady pace.
Things aren’t too bad, I just need to get some more runs in.