Lydiard parkrun non-run report #10
Can we really be in double figures? We’ve missed ten parkruns now, it’s difficult to comprehend how the time has flown.
And we’ve rapidly come to adopt social distancing measures so that it has now become a form of muscle memory.
I have found myself automatically flinching away from careless shoppers, as I peruse the shelves of Aldi on my ongoing avocado quest, as if they are wearing high voltage cardigans or sporting beards made of bees like someone from the Guiness Book of Records..
What’s wrong with you? I mutter bravely when they are well out of earshot - before realising that it’s me that’s going slowly bonkers with this new form of physical tourettes. They are being normal - it’s just that the general situation we find ourselves lumbered with is quite mad and the ‘new normal’ that we are all being asked to embrace is a form of highly necessary and yet clearly weird mass behaviour. Unless you are called Dominic, apparently...
Ten weeks have passed and memories of kicking our heels at the start line of Lydiard Park are beginning to take on a sepia tone.
Remember waaay back in January and February 2020 BC (before Covid) when we used to recklessly mingle shoulder to shoulder, innocently exchanging microscopic water droplets like there was no tomorrow - Ahh what simple carefree times they were!
When (for it will happen!) the all-clear is sounded and we are eventually given the all clear to climb out of our metaphorical bunkers, blinking in wonder and fear at how much larger the outdoors is than our front rooms - we shall find ourselves once more at parkrun.
But it’s going to take a lot of getting used to - and perhaps it will never be the same again. For starters, there will be a lot of inadvertent flinching at the start line and we will be hyper-aware of speaking too ‘moistly’ as the Canadian Prime Minister cautioned us against in the early days of the outbreak.
However, judging by the numbers of fellow runners I’ve seen out and about, virtual parkrunners, couch to 5kers, young racing snakes and veteran trail pounders - we could all be smashing out personal bests like the superstars we are. After all, if we can give Covid-19 the heave-ho by simply by sitting at home and taking part in endless tedious socially distanced quizzes and making ad-hoc face masks from our pants then we are capable of anything!
And you never know, we might all be better people after all this - a bit kinder, wiser and happier - we might be clearer on the difference between the value of something and the cost of something and that money has nothing to do with either.
Hope so! Hang in there! Looking forward to seeing you in the after times!