I registered for parkrun a couple of days ago.
Katy and Rachael have been talking about it for ages and I’ve been secretly admiring their ever-improving run times whilst definitely not admiring my ever-increasing waistline, knowing that it’s been a long, looong time since I last ran. (If you don’t count the one whole mile I did between pregnancies.)
I used to do cross-country running when I was in school. I would go to the after-school clubs and run at various host schools once a month. I mean, I was crap at it and always came in as one of the last but it was fun. I think.
So now I have to get Karl to print my barcode and remember to get dressed early enough on a Saturday morning to drag my lazy arse to the local parkrun so that I can run with a bunch of other people who’re all way more experienced and will likely leave me to finish last. Again.
Why am I doing this?