A chilly, damp, dreich day met my bleary eyes this morning but at least the above zero temperatures meant no scraping ice from the car. I didn’t have the room for that this morning as a time gobbling, warm bed was more enticing than stepping outside. I eventually moved, dressed and jumped in the car. ...
Every Saturday, they answer the call, the request by email that asks if they would be willing to fill a space on the rota for the next Saturday morning. parkrun day. In rain, hail, sun and wind they stand at their designated posts. Clipboard, scanner or token in hand. If they have nothing to hold ...
It’s a Saturday morning, the sun is shining…… somewhere, but not in Edinburgh, here it was warm but cloudy, a good day for your parkrun, even the traditional wind that usually disturbs the hairstyle in Edinburgh was in mute mode, windswept and interesting was out, gentle breeze was in. So what was there to be concerned ...
No parkrun for me and many others this past weekend thanks to the snowmaggedon event that seems to have slipped the country on it’s head. No problem with the cancellations, that’s part of life and is it fair to pull people out to volunteer – regardless of how keen they are just to allow me ...
There are so many untold stories from my running trips of 2017. These sit in the draft file and I really need to post these before I forget.This is one from the “parkrun tourism file” from the 2nd of December and my trip to Barking on the eastern edge of Greater London. I was staying ...
Another Saturday when Mr and Mrs Jack Frost and their children Snowy, Icy and Dicey played with parkrun venues. Most of the events in east central Scotland had been cancelled due to the underfoot conditions, so I decided on a bit of further flung tourism that took me to Troon. It’s a place famous perhaps ...
A few weeks ago I was fortunate enough to go on a trip to Stockholm in Sweden to participate in the 36th Midnattsloppet 10km road run along with another 39, 999 folks. The race, however was in the late evening and before that we had the morning… and what does one do on a Saturday morning? ...
This morning’s parkrun adventure took me to my 43rd venue, my first in the North East parkrun region of England, a part of the parkrun world that has a bucket load of event’s in a relatively small geographical patch, especially when compared to my home patch of Scotland. Population density I suppose. So up – ...
Some people like hills, goats they are traversing steep glens and valleys, lolloping up inclines and down dales as if their name was Billy or Nanny. For me hills are those things that need to be done when they need to be done, I’m a fast twitch muscle fibre sort of person and you don’t ...
Another Saturday morning another parkrun. This time after an early start I turned up at a muddy, drizzle spotted Ayr. Puddles and mud aplenty. The Ayr event is held in the grounds of Rozelle House, a fine old building that houses art collections and those essential parkrun staples ...