The 10k had been run, more with enthusiasm than style or speed, the finish line crossed, the tee-shirt, bottle of water, banana and souvenir pen claimed and it was time for coffee, good coffee and cake.
Andrew and I had enjoyed a sunny and delightful run along Scarborough’s sea front, along with 1200 others taking part in the Yorkshire Coast 10k, cheered on by his wife Lou and youngsters Amber and Sam and the ever-patient Noel who’s desperate for his leg to get better so he can show me what a REAL runner looks like.
I did get a personal best – not the one I hoped for at under an hour, but at 1.05.08 a PB nevertheless. As we sipped our coffee, we were like a magnet for other runners who spotted our tee-shirts and shared their stories. All were amazed we came over from Leeds where, we told them, we have hills, not slight inclines. Personally, I said, in what must have been a caffeine/endorphins-induced haze, I prefer hills. I think they thought I was mad.
The previous day I’d been part of a three-strong team which took on 27 other teams in the annual parkrun three-legged relay at Leeds Hyde Park. Three legs of a mile each, that is, not a three-legged race, which could only have ended in tears. Anyway, thanks to the magic of handicapping, we came FOURTH! Andy stormed in first, handing over to Melvyn who put in a scorching lap, leaving it to me to finish fourth. No prizes, but the taking part was good enough! And of course there was coffee, cake and camaraderie to follow.