Last week, Hermione convinced me to go run a 5K with her at a local park. The 5K is part of an organization called ParkRun, which works to establish weekly runs in neighborhoods all over the world. The group has started races paths in Australia, Canada, Denmark, France, and many other countries.
We woke up on Saturday morning, avoided eating breakfast, and biked the few miles over to the park at about 9:30 AM. We rode our bikes straight past the starting point because only two people were gathered and we assumed the group must meet further down the gravel path. When we started seeing cattle we decided to turn back and ask the two men we had passed earlier where we should go. When we got back to the clearing it looked completely different. There were maybe thirty people standing around. They ranged in age from approximately five years old to maybe sixty-five.
When the race began, a couple of the youngest kids rode their bikes, but everyone else took off on foot. I was decently confident going into the race. I never thought I would be one of the fastest runners by far, but I thought I could finish pretty easily at least. I run a mile at least every other day and I work out everyday at the gym. There were two flaws in my confidence: first, I actually thought a five kilometer run was approximately two miles not three, second, I stayed on the treadmill too long the day before and started the race with already sore muscles.
Fortunately, Hermione is a wonderful running partner and she kept me motivated enough to finish the run within a reasonable amount of time, even if we did cross the line after some of the senior citizens. In our defense, they were incredibly fit! One of them even received a t-shirt for completing her 250th 5K, which was given to her prior to the start of the run. There was some fanfare and photos were taken of the accomplished runner.
The Danes were all very kind and supportive of everyone participating, so Hermione was not the only person cheering us on. Many onlookers stood on the sidelines near the starting point and clapped and called out encouragement as we jogged by them. One man passed us at one point, waved for us to join him, and said, “let’s finish strong.” At least, that’s what we decided he probably said to us. Overall, the run was a fun experience and I’m glad Hermione was able to convince me to accompany her. The photo below shows both my happiness from doing something different and my relief that I wouldn’t have to run any more that day.


