Parkrun #58: Carlisle Park, run 5
What the...? Yep, I'm back. Which is kinda laughable, as I've said stuff like that before and then promptly done nothing. Moving on... Since the previous post, it's fair to say I've done very little exercise. The training for the Race for Life simply didn't materialise. Daughter #1 decided she didn't really want to go parkrunning again. Or any kind of running for that matter. And I didn't press it or do any of my own training other than a short, stop-start run alongside the kids' bikes and a 3km run to Weetslade that saw me abort. Even the Race for Life itself was mostly a walk. And then... today. After several weeks of god's intentions but failure to dig out my gear and set a parkrun alarm on a Friday night, I finally did it. It helped that I was committed to giving a friend a lift to her 50th parkrun too. But however it happened, the point is that it happened. Long story short, I got a time of 31:23 at Morpeth. And that was me trying . While that...