Southwark Parkrun 1.4.23

 Pre

Still on the Ramadan run train, this was another fairly local destination. The war beast was out of commission, so this would be the first run travelled using a train. Arif had informed me though, that it was touch and go with the motor. Cold and tired, and dare I say downtrodden at Canning Town Station, Arif then told me he had retrieved the car and was waiting in the cab bays. Music to my ears it was. Although, we did then get stuck behind a bus and perpetually red traffic lights for a good ten minutes. Getting to the Rotherhithe tunnel also proved to be arduous. However, we arrived, as always, in good time. 

The Parkrun

We had warmed up with a little shimmy there, and a hip swing here. Employing the same tactics as normal, positioning ourselves deceptively at the front of the masses, like chunky little cuckoo birds. Off we went. My first lap was incredibly sluggish despite feeling loose and my hamstrings allowing for a seemingly delightful kickback. 

I spent the rest of the run chipping down the lumbersome average pace from the first lap to below my hallowed 5 minute kilometre pace. This served as a good motivational tool which I am generally against. As motivation is fleeting, just like my structural integrity. 

Post

Once finished, I went straight into a warm down. After looping back round to the congregation, I found Arif to be finishing an impromptu skinny fat cows green spaces aerobic class. This would perhaps surprise most, but in actual fact, I was disappointed that he was not the leading it. Onto the next one! But not after Arif had to drive back to the park when after he arrived home, realised he was bereft of his backpack.