Our last day in the north east and maybe as you would expect, we finished it with the nearest parkrun, which was only a few miles away in the town of Alnwick. It wasn’t called Alnwick parkrun, for some reason it was called The Pastures parkrun. I understand that the naming of parkruns has become contentious, especially when a town or city has more than one. Birmingham parkrun wouldn’t really work, but Lancaster does and so would Alnwick. Henceforth in this blog, The Pastures parkrun will be called Alnwick parkrun.
It’s less than a year old and is run on a field (The Pastures) across the river Aln from the castle. Quite spectacular it is too. You can almost imagine the Quidditch players warming up.
The three lap run is entirely on grass, and as it had been raining off and on all week we opted for trail shoes, road shoes would have been a slip-fest. At the run briefing we were told that we would be running the ‘B’ route as the regular route was waterlogged near the river. It also appeared that over half the field were tourists. Shout out to Lancaster.
Helen, my beautiful wife, decided to run with Nelly, giving me the chance to ‘go for it’. I started slow and gradually reeled in some of the people in front of me, managing to finish in 4th place overall. Very happy with that. Helen did even better, 3rd female and 11th overall. We won’t mention that there were only 27 people there, with one extra who didn’t go through the finish funnel as he was annoyed about missing the start. He’d gone for a warm up and was at the other end of the field when we started (Oops).
After Tawd Valley parkrun a few weeks ago (read about it here) where I was 5th overall and 2nd in my age group, I was optimistic that I might manage to be first in my age group. Alas, 2nd again. I still haven’t managed to be 1st in my age group since turning 50. All I can say is that there are some really quick older guys out there.