The 250th Colchester Park Run to start off Saturday morning.
Not my 250th, but the big birthday for the run itself.
I remember when I first heard that Park Run was coming to Castle Park. That won’t last, I thought.
My big city Brockwell mentality thought that little old Colchester might attract a dozen runners at best.
Castle Park is now bigger than the beauty of Brockwell.
So there's a meme going around about listing your three biggest achievements for the year and trying to think about what mine were, it occurred to me I had 31, as that's the number of Parkruns I've done this year.
— Nick Barlow (@nickjbarlow) December 30, 2017
Saturday morning was another uninspiring effort from me.
Pah – almost two minutes off a PB.
I am still trying to shake off the Christmas lurgy. The water hurdles / puddles that appeared overnight around the park didn’t help.
Park Run completed, I then treated myself to a deluxe Turkish barber haircut.
You get what you pay for. This was the full treatment: every hair remaining on my head was given the attention it deserves; a hot towel followed, and then the fire in the ear thing.
I look sharp 🙂
I met up with Anna outside Firstsite. We had a brief look around the new exhibition.
I left feeling a little puzzled.
Art can be challenging.
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) December 30, 2017
We cycled on to the gym. It was bloody busy.
I put in a brief weights session, and then a lame 30 lengths.
Mid-afternoon and out went the shout of:
“To Wivenhoe Town FC!”
The worse the Dragons become, the more addicted we find ourselves with our Broad Lanes trips.
This didn’t feel like a 6-0 game.
4-0 would have been a fairer result – which is probably just as well, seeing as though we buggered off before the final two goals were conceded.
It wasn’t a protest exist. I had work shifts starting at 5pm.
A lively run of Saturday shifts followed.
And then darts.
LOVE the darts.