I have to admit a slight slacking off from training this last week and I get this overly dramatic sense of “ well that’s it, I’ve failed” .  I forgave myself and decided to try to do a park run.  Founded by Paul Sinton-Hewitt in 2004, Park run is a 5K, free run that takes place in many parks all over the world – in the UK this happens at 9am every Saturday – Google it, sign up , they give you a bar code which means you will then get a text with your run time on.

I’ve done 12 park runs in the past 2 years, the last one in March, and I have never been able to run all the way without a little walk so I was determined to use that mental muscle to get all the way round without a walk.  I had prepared well the night before by drinking half a bottle of red wine (read ¾ bottle) and a full packet of chocolate biscuits.  Blimey, I am so greedy and always have been.  I don’t have a problem with food, I just love eating it. I did leave 1 biscuit – what’s all that about?

One other minor issue had arisen, a few days earlier – my capped tooth had worked loose and was very wobbly.  I had a slight altercation with a pavement when I was racing my yellow dragster bicycle as a teenager and consequently had to have my front tooth capped – I guess it comes as no surprise that I was a bit boisterous when I was younger!  I was slightly worried about the tooth dropping out mid run.

I did the run in 30minutes and 33seconds without stopping and without my tooth dropping out – good times.  The Park run is an amazing event with so much community spirit; I had tagged onto a woman that seemed to be running about my pace and even though I was a complete stranger she kept shouting encouragement to keep going.  Thank you kind lady.

I was so chuffed and extremely pink. I cycled gleefully home towards Didsbury in Manchester, stopping at the Coop to get a newspaper – the plan was; a bacon butty, the paper and a coffee to go along with my smug feeling.  I was just chaining the bike up when a patient exclaimed “goodness Billie, you do look fit”. “Yes” I replied, but little else could be said as I watched my capped tooth jettison from my mouth in slow motion.  It landed between me and said patient.  If it had arms, it would’ve been waving at us.  It did cross my mind to just ignore it, step over it and walk away denying it had happened, but then, I did need my tooth.  I bent down to retrieve it, looked the shocked patient in the eye,” my tooth fell out” was the only moronic thing I could think of to say.  “Yes it did” she replied.  I promptly undid my bike and cycled home to a coffee without my paper and bacon butty but only a slightly reduced feeling of smug satisfaction.  A quick session with my home dental repair kit and I was good as new as long as I didn’t smile too much or mind that my lip is just a little bit stuck to my gum.

Now, where did I put that banjo?