I went to a party on Saturday night and starting chatting to the ladies on my table. After a while the conversation turned to fitness. Parkrun has become the popular way for mums to get their weekly 5K it seems. What made me really happy was that the times were like mine. One friend even confided that her first run was 38 minutes and her PB is 32! Wow, I’m not as freakishly slow as I thought. It was a real boost to try Parkrun again.
I registered for parkrun a few weeks ago, asking around friends to see if anyone might want to join was a fruitless task. I decided I’d go it alone, which would also mean if I quit no-one would find out!
Last night I had a take away and a few glasses of wine. So, after wrestling with the internet this morning I printed out my barcode and headed over to the park.
Firstly, I had to find a parking space, fortunately I remembered a side road with a mini car park. Problem solved.
8:45am I headed from the car to the park and reachced the start at bang on 9am.
Queue 45 minutes of jogging the 5k. My Fitbit confirmed what my laboured breathing suggested- I was at my peak. It was hard, my legs felts like jelly after for a few minutes but it was my lungs that struggled through the 5k.
Next time I’ll wear a hat as I caught the sun, but, there will be a next time. The atmosphere was supportive and relaxed. I was too embarrassed to go in gym gear in case I panicked and decides to walk around the park instead, so I wore an oversize hoodie and waterproof hiking trousers. My trainers too of course. The heat from the hoodie made it a bit tricky but I was glad to have the extra fabric to hide in and the hood to pull up at the end. I was embarrassed about being so slow but the volunteers were all so nice and encouraging that it stopped my shame from getting to me.
I’m proud that I did it. It was slow and not pretty but the only way is up.
My time was 38:04 minutes.