Parkrun #65: Druridge Bay, run 2
LATE! 😱
For the first ever time, I actually missed the start of a parkrun. I came close at Denton Dene once, but this time, I was actually about 45 seconds late getting to the start line.
Things that didn't help:
- Having to do a U-turn just after I set off, as the barriers came down on the level crossing I was approaching
- Google Maps giving me the time it would take to reach the entrance to Druridge Bay Country Park rather than the car park that's a few minutes inside
- Me foolishly trying to find a space in the main car park, which was inevitably full
- Me casually taking photos for the blog instead of getting to the start line
- Me forgetting where the actual start line was and heading to the briefing area instead
All in all, #FAIL.
Putting all of that to one side, remember I came back to Druridge Bay for a reason? The low-hanging fruit of a slow PB at a flat venue? Well...
- Previous best: 27:44
- Today's time: 29:02 (official time)
- My stopwatch: 28:15ish
So no, I didn't get a venue PB today. Officially, I wasn't even close (given I started late). But in terms of my actual time, damn, it was almost within reach!
"But how did you manage this?!" I hear nobody ask. It was probably helped by me not being completely inactive in the week between parkruns for the first time. On Monday, I walked a brisk 4.5 miles into the City Library and walked-jogged-walked-jogged the same 4.5 miles home later in the day. (When carrying a laptop, charging cables and all manner of other gear in a not-very-lightweight rucksack, turns out that even just a bit of jogging is exhausting.) And on two other days, I had to run to collect Daughter the 2nd from school. Only a kilometre each time, but it was still a bit of exercise and, combined with the library trip, had my left knee clicking again.
So... shock news: keeping up the exercise helps you to improve your parkruns. 😮
As for how the run felt today, it was mixed. Throughout, I was fairly determined to have a stab at the PB, but it didn't take long for me to realise it wasn't on. First, I couldn't set my own pace in the early stages and even had to walk a few paces on the first footbridge due to congestion. But later on, I was just wrecked. I'd started fairly hard and made the most of anaerobic energy to burst past people when able, but I couldn't keep that up. Looking at my pace chart and splits, I was all over the place. The first kilometre was a 5:20/km pace though, which is impressive given it included plenty of waiting behind people.
About 2/3 of the way into the run, however, I was genuinely asking myself why I was even doing parkrun, as I really wasn't enjoying this run. The course itself was fine -- nicer than I'd remembered, in fact -- but the feeling wasn't pleasant. I found myself wondering "What's the point?" and having to remind myself that the satisfaction comes later, not on the run itself.
And sure enough, as I type this tonight, I am satisfied. Happy, in fact. My chart plotting progress towards a long-overdue venue PB took a massive leap in the right direction this week, after a couple of increasingly bad weeks. Of course, the choice of venue helps, but it's still quite motivating. Onwards and downwards!



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