A quick one this week. Dulwich parkrun is 3 laps (!!!!) of Dulwich Park. This wasn’t as bad as it could have been since the route was pretty flat and you could build up some speed. There seemed to be a lot of people there (243 in the end) and quite a nice community feel.Continue reading “Dulwich parkrun review”
So, Mile End parkrun is my ‘home’ parkrun in London. Since it was just me running this week I thought I would give it a go and see if those hills really were as bad as I remembered them. There’s a nice community feel at Mile End – they have pacer events, baking competitions, aContinue reading “Mile End parkrun review”
This week was the first ‘big trek’ to a parkrun; we chose Fulham Palace parkrun, which was a one hour journey door-to-door. I managed to get back into Tolkien’s Book of Lost Tales (Part 2), so the journey wasn’t a waste. The first thing that struck me about the parkrun was the amount of peopleContinue reading “Fulham Palace parkrun review”
This week, we found ourselves at the Southwark parkrun. For once I was fresh; not tired, hungover, nor injured. I was ready. The place was easy to get to, I got off at Canada Waters and walked for about 5 minutes, but there are closer Overground stations (I’m northern, how am I meant to knowContinue reading “Southwark parkrun review”
This week I ran the Hackney Marshes parkrun. After last week’s driving debacle I decided to walk, and so made the first-timer briefing. There was a lot of parking at the Hackney Marshes Centre, too. Everyone seemed nice, lots of chatting and apparently they go for a post-run coffee too. The course is simple – youContinue reading “Hackney Marshes Parkrun”
So, it’s been a while. In the last few weeks I’ve spent my Saturdays doing the Cardiff parkrun (terribly hungover), visiting my bestie in Lincolnshire for a top-notch birthday BBQ, and doing the Hever Castle Triathlon. I’ve been too busy to post about them, but suffice to say all the photographic evidence was terrible. So let’s moveContinue reading “Brockwell parkrun review”
So, there I was at the starting line, 9am, probably still drunk. The aim was to get round without throwing up.