Why am I always late for Park Run?
Not late as in missing the start, but I’m cutting it tighter each time.
As ever, blame my increased awareness of all of the hippie shit taking place along the Trail as the season starts to change.
The cycle into Sunny Colch was delayed for around five minutes whilst I surveyed the scene and snapped away.
These estuary wilds landscapes change by the day; high water, low water, long shadows and short shadows.
The feathered migrants will be putting in a shift change soon as well.
And so I rolled up at Castle Park Run a little late to hear the prep talk.
No worries - I never was really one for all of the whooping and fist pumping. Plus it’s not as if I need to now the route - I’m not going to be the first to cross the line.
I haven’t been pounding the mean streets of CO7 since last weekend. My slightly stretched calf muscle seems to have calmed down.
I positioned myself towards the front of the pack for the start, and then just basically legged it around the 5km course.
It felt good, I felt strong. I even put in a sprint finish.
My final official race time of 22’15” pleased me. I’m still not entirely sure how I managed 21’32” on the very same course a couple of months ago.
Apparently it’s my 50th Park Run next week. I’ll be back in the beauty of Brockwell Park.
Don’t expect fancy dress to mark the occasion, ladeees.
I cycled out of Sunny Colch and back along the muddy banks of the Colne en route for a swim.
It was pretty uneventful. The plaster that has been lingering in the shallow end of the pool for the past week has now found the bravery to annoy swimmers in the deep end.
I really should have dived down to pick it up.
The poolside PA was rather pleasingly playing some Suede. There is absolutely no need for any poolside music- but if it is going to be played, then at least let it be four North London fopps with a mixed sense of sexuality.
The cycle back to base was once again delayed. I took in the sight of the first copper tops starting to appear towards the top of the trees in the wood.
An army of cleaners were very kindly cleaning up the Trail and picking up the waifs and strays washed up by the tide.
I had a run of work shifts over luncheon. It was all rather well behaved for the weekend.
And then I slipped out to watch the unbeaten Wivenhoe Town FC.
Living the DREAM with @wivenhoetown_fc pic.twitter.com/K2gLqRN8K0
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) September 3, 2016
This is a sentence that doesn’t stack up come the end of the day. A 5-0 home spanking by Goreleston FC was painful to watch.
And so I snapped away instead.
I played around a little early evening with steem.io. I don’t pretend to even understand the first thing about blockchain, but I am willing to learn.
I’m not sure that I need another social network to distract me though.
Work then continued, all the way through until bedtime.