parkrun

Four weeks off. A vomiting bug took the first, a cold that may or may not have been covid took the other three. I didn't test, sometimes it's just easier not to know.

Storm Dave was supposed to arrive this morning. I had checked the forecast twice, and was quietly delighted about it. Not because I wanted the storm, exactly, but because a named storm feels like a legitimate reason not to go to parkrun.

I spent most of Friday night quietly hoping Dean Castle parkrun would be cancelled.

I arrived at Eglinton Parkrun at 9:05am this morning. I know. I barely recognised myself.

Another Saturday, another late departure. It was my first visit to Cuningar Loop, and I made it with fifteen minutes to spare. I arrived at 9:15, just enough time to find a parking spot and do absolutely no warm-up whatsoever.