A return to Brockwell ParkRun for the second consecutive week. I could make a habit out of this.
Although perhaps not, given my current life plans.
Once again I was reminded that I use to spend my Saturday mornings plodding around Brockwell Park, some THIRTY years ago.
Blimey.
Never change, Jase. Never change.
Having been boxed in at the start last week, I made sure that I was at the front of the pack for the start. I legged it down the first hill, and then waited for the inevitable overtaking.
I’m now familiar with the new-ish Brockwell route. I was able to pace myself. I thought I was on for a strong time.
The dive bombing parakeets caused a little concern for me for the uphill sprint finish. I pushed on.
My final time was one second faster than last week. I was fourth in my age cat once again.
#smallwins, etc.
The official result also told me that this was my fastest ParkRun time this year.
This may - or may not - be my final Brockwell ParkRun. I checked my time when I first ran the race that’s not a race over a decade ago. My timing today is up on that original run.
Like a fine wine, etc.
Chin chin.
