Sarcasm, of course. Parkrun is always a great idea even when I’m feeling very out of shape. We drove, via only a couple of wrong turns, up to Varsity Lakes, finding a parking space directly next to the start line at 0650. Parkrun down here starts at the ungodly hour of 7am, which I’m sure makes sense in summer but in the depth of winter it’s only a few minutes after sunrise.
What looked like a hundred or so people were milling about next to a flappy sign, and a pre-run briefing was given at a volume too low for us to hear. Since Kevin was doing the marathon the following day, he was in full taper mode and had decided to plod around with my fat ass. Such a slow pace bored him immediately - I mean, literally before we even started. Prior to the start he was like, nah, I’m gonna go a bit nearer the front...
Next time I saw him was at 1.2km or so. He was at 2km I reckon, and I puffed “you’re 10th” at him. He was barely even breaking a sweat, the twat.
I dunno what position he was in next time I saw him, I wasn’t counting. He was at about 4.2km I think, and I was deep in conversation with a bloke who periodically seemed like he’d chosen to race me, but in the end just started to chat. He and his missus were there because she was knocking off the letter V, having decided to do a full Parkrun alphabet. That’s a great idea!
I was only just managing to stay under 32:00 pace for 5km until getting to the finish at 31:16, hurrah for wonky GPS. I’d come 92nd, Kevin had come 7th. Nice job!
Yeah, it’s hipster as all fuck but I’m the one with the beard and the thick rimmed glasses so what else am I gonna do? The place was very popular and our food was great.
10 or so kilometres up the Gold Coast highway is the convention centre, what where such things get collected. We each wrote down two guesses as to what number he might end up with, and Harry was closest, being only ~800 out with her 3016 against the result of 2211.
Once the number is collected, everyone is shepherded through the retail section - loads of the sponsors and other associated businesses had stands selling all kinds of running goods and services. Nothing tempted any of us, though AJ and Harry both got temporary tattoos (that were still on their arms 3 days later).
The weather was still pretty bleak. I’d been promised the Gold Coast, and Queensland in general, is always sunny, yet here I was on the second day of clouds and spitting rain. Bah.
A family friendly brewery, what more do you want? Harry ran immediately up to the food van outside and asked if they served hot chips. Hot chips are her favourite food ever, it seems, and she was in luck. Inside we grabbed a table - there were many, the place had only been open 15 minutes or so - and ordered burgers, chips, soft drinks and beer. A man played music at us, we had more beer.
It’s a working brewery, and there even appeared to be a tour on - or maybe you’re just allowed to wander around, it didn’t seem like there was much to stop you doing so.