I dragged my lazy backside out of bed at and collected my partners in crime to make the 1hr 15min drive along the A64 to Dalby. My husband has decided that driving for almost 3 hours to run for just over 30 minutes is one of the most crazy things that I have ever done.
During the journey, one of my eagle eyed companions noticed some people in another car that looked like they were wearing running gear. We passed them but they caught up with us a couple of miles away from the course, at every turning they went the same way so we guessed they were fellow parkrunners. This was confirmed when we saw their car.
So, we arrived ridiculously early due to my fear of getting lost and had to hang around for 50 minutes. There were very few people around and we did start to get a little worried. Our worries were totally unfounded, there were 276 runners in total.
We had the usual welcome speeches and soon we were off. Ian and Sheree very kindly ran at my pace and Paul whizzed off not to be seen again for around half an hour. The course was quite flat with just a couple of slight hills, nothing really, compared to Cross Flatts. The paths were mostly gravel with the odd bit of forest track. The course was a single lap course which none of us had done before.
Dalby Forest itself is a beautiful area and the scenery was very distracting, I even liked the little wooden bridges. Sheree was particularly pleased to see the Gruffalo’s child and had to stop for a selfie with it, shortly after I had stopped to take a picture of the cabin I spent a few nights in with Simon. As we rounded the corner near the finish, I saw Paul heading back to join us. Ian and Sheree picked up their speed and Paul verbally dragged me over the finish line. Anyone who has ever run with me will know that I perform much better when I’m being shouted at ! I crossed the line in 35:28, not a PB but a very good time for me. I am very grateful to Sheree and Ian for sacrificing any chance of a PB by staying with me.
Sheree crossing the finish line, photo bombed by Ian.Paul getting his PB.See the pain, the hill just before the finish was a killer.Ian making sure he stops his Garmin.All done.
We headed over to the visitor’s centre for a coffee and after much debate due to the length of the queue, decided to refuel with Full Breakfasts.
It was a great morning and I am going to continue to be a parkrun tourist when I can, but my heart will always be in Cross Flatts.