Saturday I did my 100th parkrun.
I did my first one on 2 February 2011, at Finsbury Park. Four years 10 months to do 100 parkruns is not a great achievement on the face of it. In my defence, back in 2011 I lived in an area where the nearest run was a 45 minutes away. Too far for me to go just for a 5k.
The 13 October 2012 I did my second parkrun, this was the inaugural Southend one, a little more local but not one I would want to travel to every week. Not the most scenic of routes and dodging dog *** is not my idea of fun.
Fast forward to 5 January 2013, the move to Devon meant a weekly parkrun was doable-yay. That first run saw me on the start line with Olympian Jo Pavey! The finishing time was APPALLING. The mud was also appalling. Being a city girl I had never seen mud like it before and certainly never run in it. Oh and the hills, they were a shock to my system. So on reflection 100 parkun runs in almost three years is not so bad.
300 miles, 300 parkrun miles. Would I have run 300 miles, without parkrun? Yes quite possibly. Would I have enjoyed them as much? No. Would I have overcome by mud dodging ways? No. Would I have run as hard on a run on my own? No.
Safe to say parkrun has, like so many of us, transformed my Saturday mornings. It is such a shame the next shirt is three years away or at the rate I do them, five years, but on the upside by then I will be in another age bracket!