Nights are drawing in, etc. Also, a bit hot, innit?
Despite having already cycled to work and back, I got talked into also riding to Felixstowe for the club training night on Tuesday. A fairly gentle 13mph with Neil on the way there, but joined by Dave for the return journey after an hour of running, which entailed an increase to 16mph to keep up.
I thought at one point this week that Casper had finally learned to use the cat flap, but no, turns out I’d just left a window open all day.
Back on the Friday 5s this week, with a very warm one at Bury St Edmunds. Nowhere near as warm as it was there three years ago, mind. I ended up finishing one second slower than last year, which I’ll take as consistency.
Ipswich parkrun finally returned (kind of) this week, after five months’ absence. It’s now permanently in Christchurch Park, with a new name and starting at event #1. Inevitably the return saw a lot of interest, with 696 finishers. The course isn’t as good as the old one (and is tougher, with a long uphill slog and short steep downhill rather that the other way round), but will probably grow on us. Especially if the temperature drops a bit!
We celebrated the event’s return with a visit to the Cricketers for breakfast, and – because drinking at 10.30am is almost mandatory in a Wetherspoon’s – three pints. I’m blaming Dave for the third.
On Sunday (still hot) Holly and I decided to run round the “Hop to It” hare art trail that arrived in town this weekend. I think we got them all, despite thinking there was one missing in the Buttermarket, possibly related to a cordoned-off section under a broken pane of roof glass. We eventually decided to revisit on our way back towards Christchurch Park, and asked in the event’s pop-up shop, only to discover that the missing one was actually right in front of our eyes in the shop. In fairness, it was a different shape to the others, and we’d assumed it wasn’t one of the main ones. Oh yeah, and we also accidentally turned up in matching vests again.
