Don't worry, no maths lessons this time, just a few numerological
snippets for you...
Amanda starts her 100th parkrun!
It's getting on for three years now since our fire. For a few weeks
we were in temporary accommodation directly opposite the entrance to
Bushy Park, and on May 14, 2016, we crossed the road and Amanda did
her first ever parkrun. As you can deduce, she decided she liked it.
That's it then, the first century done!
Pre-run, as you know, they always ask if anybody has any significant
milestones to celebrate. I ask Amanda if she'd put her hand up and
am not at all surprised to hear that she hadn't. No cakes, no
balloons, no fuss, just a star-jump to mark the big occasion.
Meanwhile, not too far away, Merilyn is also celebrating a big
occasion: her entry to V60! We'll see her tomorrow at the
Chessington Valentine's 10k. That's got another numerical significance for
Amanda: in 2008, it was the first race she ever entered!
...And through the miracle of technology, it's tomorrow!
Blue skies and sunshine, and unlike some recent clear mornings, it's
not actually that cold. February's a slightly tricky month for
weather: over the years of the Valentine's 10k, we've had just about
everything possible at least once. Only Pat thinks it's warm enough
to run without multiple layers and a long-sleeved top, though! [And
TTBOMK, she has no meaningful numbers happening today.]
Let the race commence. My money would probably be on the truck.
Fortunately, there's not too much traffic around, as there's no
pavement a bit further down the road. Pat's in the lead.
Merilyn's suffering from heel pain - suspected plantar fasciitis -
but she's ok running mainly on her toes. Though not quite
ballet-style en pointe I guess.
Amanda's problem is being barely recovered from flu. She's
struggling with the need to be sensible and not push too hard.
"Sensible" is not her natural approach to running, but then what
There's always some random stranger who thinks that I'm an official
photographer and puts on a show. But arguably she's not quite
a random stranger, as looking more closely, I realise I've seen her
before. This same race last year, the exact same pose, photobombing
a shot of Amanda!
And if I hadn't been distracted by her, I'd've realised it's Sara
Allen in the pink top right behind her! If you zoom in on the
original, it seems pretty clear that she's seen me, but I have no
idea at the time.
Now in the past, I've generally cut across-country to intercept the
race route in just one or two places, but this time I'm playing hare
and tortoise, following the runners around. There's more
non-suburban stuff than I'd realised.
This roundabout is obviously a bit tricky, and there are at least
half a dozen marshals all working together. They seem to be doing a
good job, and this small build-up of traffic is the only instance I
see in the several minutes I spend there.
Back in suburbia now, Pat's well on her way to victory in our group.
And finally I see Sara and say hello to her!
Apparently she did her usual trick of starting behind Amanda and
Right, now back to the finish. Although the route I'm taking is
shorter, it's not that much shorter, and it has a bit of a
bike-unfriendly climb, so I'm not sure if I'll get back before Pat
and Merilyn do.
As it happens, I'm just pushing my bike round the back of the finish
funnel as Sara comes in having just overtaken Merilyn.
I don't quite have my camera ready as Merilyn crosses the line, but
then she virtually collapses a few seconds later so I put it down
again and go to help her.
At least I'm ready for Amanda!
The 'small' T-shirts have plenty of room for growth!
I have made some mini coffee and walnut cakes for the occasion, with
amaretto cream. I here demonstrate the technique for eating the
assembly without the cream going everywhere, which isn't easy.
And finally, one more numerical surprise.
The results show that Amanda's race number, 214, is also her
finishing position! And 2/14 is American-speak for Valentine's Day
itself. I think this must prove that the universe is run by a secret
cabal of lizard people, just like David Icke always said.
Or maybe not.
Love to all,