parkrun Report – Event 206
parkrun number 206; what a lovely morning for a three-lap (!) run, jog or walk around Welland Park. I was the 25-minute pacer this morning and loved every minute; it is such a joy to participate in parkrun as a runner and volunteer. Well done and thank you to all 399 Market Harborough parkrunners and the 33 volunteers who made today’s run so enjoyable.
Through parkrun, my family and I have built lasting friendships and have spent our happiest times. I now cannot imagine not turning-up to Welland Park at 9am on a rainy/sunny/windy/frosty/snowy Saturday morning! I love participating in parkrun (be it running or volunteering) immensely, but it is running with my two young boys in their very-old-and-quite-tatty-with-a-dodgy-suspension-and-usually-a-flat(ish)-tyre double pushchair that I enjoy the most, and I would like to thank all of you runners, joggers, walkers and volunteers for making Market Harborough parkrun such a welcoming and inclusive event. It is a privilege to be able to run with my sons, and in my run report, I wanted to try to capture what parkrun means to me.
Thank you all (and a big thank you to the team at the Park Café for supplying us with copious amounts of coffee after the stresses of pushing two small boys three times around Welland Park in their pushchair!!)
Mummy?! Are we parkrunning today…?
Yes! Now where’s your left welly?
And please stop throwing the ball at the telly.
8:30! Come on! Coats on you two!
But Mummy?! I need another poo…!
We’re out! Hooray! (a bit close to the wire)
Mummy?! Yes love? We’ve got a flat tyre!
We made it, we’re here, my family and I,
I turn to the runner next to me, smile, say hi.
The weather’s perfect; neither too cold nor too muggy
And we’re raring to go with the double-buggy.
The atmosphere is friendly and it’s warm and it’s happy,
I relax (and then my youngest fills his nappy…)
We’re off! The heavy pushchair is hard to master
But I’m soon in my stride, ‘Faster Mummy! Faster!’
I pass smiling marshals and I revel in my luck
That we’re part of this parkrun, ‘MUMMY!!! DUCK!!’
I acknowledge the duck and shout an obligatory, ‘QUACK!’
As we glide past the Welland and start the loop back.
We hi-five Austin and give Grandad Jim a smile,
Are we nearly there yet??! No! We’ve only done a mile!
Kids! Wellies back on and please just have a rest
I’m trying to get my parkrun Double-Buggy Personal Best!
But the youngest’s bottom lip goes out and his brother starts to scream
Something about Roy’s café and a mini-milk ice-cream…
Lap three, I’m tired and my legs (and will!) are slowing,
But a lovely runner encourages me and it’s enough to keep me going.
I pant my way to the finish and am met with cheerful faces
Reminding me that parkrun is the friendliest of places,
An all-inclusive club, where it’s safe and free to have fun
And all you need to do is walk, jog or run.