Digested read: amazingly, Sheffield Hallam parkrun went ahead despite the snow. Even more amazingly, despite being a nesh southerner, I went ahead and ran it too. It was fun. Do wish I’d remembered to change into a sports bra though.
Of course anyone that takes part in a parkrun anywhere is a winner, but we all know that parkrun/walk/ joggers and hi-viz heroes that head out in rain, ice and snow are extra hardcore and even more worthy of celebration. Even so, it did seem apt that at today’s Sheffield Hallam parkrun, the first finisher was a certain Mr Frost. No really, it was! Isn’t that splendid? Even if he did possibly have a slight competitive advantage given the ice and snow based elements of the course it matters not. It pleases me and amuses me in equal measure. Here he is in action – impressive eh? The volunteers got a bit chilly standing around as you can see. Their hi-viz tabards didn’t make it down this week, which is why they are just in mufti in this illustration.
Here he is again, pretending he’s not going to be first finisher and proceeding with stealth at this stage. Those Dark Peak Runner in their vintage homage kit are super impressive, they defy nature as they sprint across the fells, parkrun is less their natural habitat, they tend to be more creatures of the rocks and heather. We were lucky to see one in action in the park. Awesome. Kudos to you Mr Frost. Much kudos.
Not everyone was amused though. Queen Victoria looked most unimpressed, but then again, she’s been out in inclement weather since first being sited on this spot in – well, whenever that was – 1887 most probably, looking at the history of Endcliffe Park, and to think people nowadays take to twitter after but a few hours stuck on a snow bound train or motorway. What a nesh lot we all are!
The hi-viz tabards were snowed in, all nicely laundered and no doubt smelling of lavender fabric softener in a Sheffield home. Somewhere nice and warm, but surrounded by snow drifts this high:
Fair point. Conditions have been somewhat at the extreme end of the is it wise to run in a snow globe continuum. An adventure in the snow is all very well and good, but sometimes a reality check is in order too.
So where was I, oh yes, Sheffield Hallam parkrun, in the snow. Here in Sheffield, like everywhere else, we’ve had a fair old dumping of snow. The novelty of this has most definitely worn off. I’m scared venturing out of my house even as I live on a steep hill, and loads of events have been cancelled in the last week. I was supposed to be doing a Dark and White 10 miler in Bakewell on Sunday, but to be honest, I was relieved more than anything when that got cancelled. No idea how I’d have got there, and even if I had, as a slow runner, I’d have been hypothermic by the half way point. Good call race organiser people. As for parkruns? Well, we are pretty spoilt in Sheffield, with a fair few in the vicinity to choose from, however, these were soon dropping like flies. Why do we say dropping like flies I wonder. … ok, I’ve just googled this so you don’t have to, and am told ‘The origin of this phrase isn’t known. It is clearly a simple allusion to the transitory and fragile nature of an insect’s life. It is known from around the turn of the 20th century. The earliest printed version I have found is in The Atlanta Constitution newspaper, May 1902‘, so there we all are, none the wiser. Some Sheffield parkruns called early, Bakewell fell, Sheffield Castle fell, Rother Valley fell, Graves parkrun too, even Hillsborough parkrun made a sorrowful and unusual cancellation late on Saturday morning. Concord parkrun and Sheffield Hallam though declared it to be game on!
Still quite a white out in Endcliffe park though … those venturing out would need to go prepared.
Whoa, that I was not expecting. I was so not expecting this, that I was all kitted out in my walking gear, as I’d decided I’d do a slow, snow plod and get my 10 miles in that way. At the last-minute though, they announced the course to be snow-covered but runnable, as long as you weren’t in search of a pb (I’ve not seen one of those in years, so no worries on my part with regard to that). If they were going to go to all that effort of putting it on, it would seem rude not to, so I did a lightening (for me) change into running shoes and headed off. I say ‘lightening change’ but it’s nigh on impossible to do anything in lightening speed when you are wearing as many layers as I was. I could hardly move. Don’t know why I’m so scared of falling over, I was so wrapped up it’s like wearing a complete protective fat suit, having said that, the real worry would be if I do fall down, how on earth would I get up again, what with having no limbs capable of reaching the ground raised up as I would be from layers of clothing.
So it was I stepped gingerly out of the house, and made my way to Endcliffe Park. It takes ages trying to get anywhere in the snow, it’s ankle-deep in places. However, mercifully, fresh snow having covered the ice, it wasn’t nearly as slippery as it has been in the last couple of days. The roads were quite, and I didn’t see many people until I got right to the park gates. Then I espied a ladybird, honestly, they are decorative and cheery and everything, but I feel they have practically reached plague proportions in these parts lately. She was sprinting on ahead, with her significant other – well I presume it was her significant other, does that make him a ladyboy? I’m hoping it wasnt some random guy she’d accosted just because he happened to have the misfortune to be wearing a red top and therefore was deemed ripe for the picking in terms of conscription into the ladybird/ ladyboy
cult fold. I went to join them in a little jog. Aaaargh. Rookie error. In my expectation of doing a walk this morning I remembered belatedly that I was wearing a non-sports bra! Disaster, this was very bad. I watched them disappear off, whilst I debated what to do. Hanging on to my assets as best I could. On the plus side, I suppose this prooves my sports bra has been more supportive than I appreciated, I’ve been thinking for a while now it’s a bit rubbish on longer runs…
I recalled Regal Smiley sharing a tale of how she dealt with just such an eventuality by donning two bras instead. All well and good, but where was I going to source one at this late stage? I shared my dilemma, and in true Smiley Spirit, the ladybird’s significant other immediately offered me the loan of his, but I didn’t feel able to accept, it wouldn’t be fair to simple transfer the problem to someone else, tempting as the thought was. I’d just have to do the run of shame hanging onto my assets as best I could. It’s been done before, it wouldn’t be a first, and maybe that would count as weight training? A boon to my otherwise lamentable marathon training routine for this week, I’m sure upper body strength will be an asset in seven week’s time.
Still, late as I was, there wasn’t time for any alternative trouble shooting. Rather I just joined the cheery throng.
I was only just in time for the start, we were a much reduced line-up, but an upbeat one. Our official photographer was also in place, so that was good. Whilst it is true that running is naturally its own reward, it’s fantastic to have unusual events like this one documented for posterity. Unfortunately, because I’m not a very good photographer, and have failed to include any runners in this portrait of our esteemed photographer, I’ve made him look like either a stalker or a flasher in his big coat, which is a shame, he deserves better. Oh well, too late now.
This is what he was facing. Brave man our George, staring this lot in the eye week after week. Respect. Mind you, I still think junior parkrunners are even more unpredictable, you’ve never stood in the line of fire unless you’ve braved the start line of Graves junior on a Sunday morning.
The hardcore volunteers were all assembled, one had even brought their own high viz – very proactive. Bravo. Great signage holding technique there. If you have never held a sign aloft for the whole duration of a parkrun yourself, you can’t fully appreciate what a test of endurance it is to do so successfully. Hi-viz hero, I thank you.
After a quick briefing we were off. Amazingly, it really wasn’t too bad running on compacted snow. I was glad of my trail shoes, but it was fine. I’ve had way scarier runs at Sheffield Hallam parkrun on days there have been patches of ice. Because of the much smaller turn out, it was also a much smaller field, and that created some serious novelty. Usually I end up in quite a crowd, this time I was running on my own for some sections, to the extent that it felt that I was leading the throng at times (yes, fantasy I know), but really and truly, if the camera never lies, and you didn’t know any better, you might think I was leading the pack, and not just left behind after everyone else had long lapped me, wouldn’t you? How else can you account for my apparent good cheer whilst running? Exactly.
Plus, in other good news, as it was less crowded you could take your time and high-five marshals of your choice on the way round without fear of causing a pile up behind you. My apprenticeship as a marshal at Graves junior parkrun has given me not only an appreciation of the art of cheering, clapping and high-fiving others, but some not inconsiderable skill at this too. If you don’t believe me, let me tell you that only this week I was an extra on a drama series which required me to clap and cheer in a town hall audience and I was particularly singled out and complimented on set by the assistant director for my excellent cheering and clapping techniques. No really I was! I’m not even bragging, just stating a fact. I must update my LinkedIn profile to reflect this. Potential recruiters will want to know.
So I plodded round. The first lap was really hard, my calves are so tight. But the second lap was lovely, meditative and quiet. Maybe I’m not as nesh as I think, I was fine running on compacted snow, but other routes I’ve done lately I’ve found myself sliding everywhere. One weird thing though, I’ve not done that much running on snow, and it made my vision go a bit weird, like there was an anomaly developing in my peripheral vision, like when you look through a lens and it distorts the image. Really strange. Is that snow blindness, or an early warning of a build up to a heart attack? Not sure, no conclusive evidence either way as yet. I did crack on for a boob-clutching sprint finish though. Had to be done! I think that the photo editing process has spared the world a picture of me running clutching my assets. Be thankful.
This is what it looks like as you are coming in to the finish funnel, unless you are one of the front finishers, I guess for them it’s a pretty empty skyline…
I was not quite last in, but still got the lowest ever finish token number for me at Hallam parkrun, alongside my personal worst. So that was good. I resisted the temptation of keeping my finish token as souvenir, in favour of having my run recorded and so securing 1/250th of a milestone t-shirt. It’s getting closer, albeit not quite within my reach for a good couple of years yet! 154 down, 96 left to go…
You know what, once I’d got over the fear factor, running on the compacted snow was a lot of fun. Other people seemed to be having a lot of fun too. Look at all these smiley faces out there making the most of it. What great parkrunners we all are. I’m not sure the shorts would have been my kit of choice, but you know how it is? That’s right people, respect the right of everyone to participate in parkrun in their own way.
In other news, some parkrunners espied the kingfisher which hangs on in Endcliffe park. Personally, I missed it, but I think this might be he. Photo taken today and posted on the Friends of Porter Valley Facebook page. That’s good enough credentials for me…
Once I’d finished, just the little matter of finding a barcode scanner, harder to spot without the high vis – and then some Smiley bonding. Also, some comparison of running footwear. Yaktrax versus nano spikes etc. I really need to get something. Yaktrax seem recommended, but I’m confused about the different types. The ‘pro’ ones with the velcro were most popular this morning. The nanospikes are fantastic if really icy, but hard on the feet giving them a tenderising pummeling if the surface doesn’t require them. I’m not sure I’m any closer to a decision about which to get, but I did enjoy making runners contort into uncomfortable balance poses under the pretext of checking out their shoe treads. Sometimes you just have to make your own entertainment, and often you’ll get away with doing this at the expense of others if you look needy enough and can think of some potential plausible albeit spurious excuse, as the photos show.
A few of us Dragonflies had made it out so in the interests of bagging Smiletastic points, we naturally had to secure a photo of ourselves together. Posing first:
We had to enlist the help of a few non-dragonflies to get the synchronised Nazcanesque line in the snow dragonfly shape, so it may be disallowed under the rules of our Smiley Paces winter running Smiletastic challenge, but you have to admit it is a splendid effort. We waved off our Smiley compatriot who’d obliged us by taking our team shot. Possibly she was never to be seen again – it was looking pretty gloomy out there, but hey ho, she’d had a nice smiley morning so fond memories eh?
Ladybirds and ladyboys were also flying away home after a lovely run. Well done all!
We then did the obligatory selfie. Obviously we were quite worried about the potential for double chins with this as taking group selfies is really hard, but we were saved by both our intrinsic loveliness (my team buddies) and the fortuitous placing of a smiley buff (me) so that was grand too.
Job done. Just remained to get breakfast. Only two of us, but we headed to Pom Kitchen, their vegan breakfast board is epic. Just what is needed to provide fortification before the long uphill trudge home through the snow. Some merriment en route was provided by watching a 4×4 sliding ever backwards as it attempted to navigate uphill. There was some injustice in this, in that the driver had been doing just fine maintaining a constant speed, but the trouble started when they stopped to give way to some elderly pedestrians. I’m sure there is a moral in there somewhere. Something along the lines of no good deed goes unpunished. Not the truth we want to believe in, but perhaps a truth all the same…
So, just to summarise. Running in the snow was officially fun. So too is sledging. I really hope I’m still game to hit the slopes if I make it to 86!
By the way, official parkrun advice for those of you not blessed with an operational parkrun today, is to recreate your own by following these simple instructions:
‘for those that can’t attend due to bad weather – pop up parkrun in your living room. 278 laps of a standard size living room = one 5k parkrun.’
Good to know. Looking out for each other, that’s the parkrun way. No parkrunner wants to miss out on their weekly fix! The parkrun cancellation map for today suggests a fair few would have had to improvise. That is a lot of living rooms being run around in a frenzy of parkrun re-enactment behind a closed door near you. Worth thinking about.
Wonder what next week has in store? Bring it on eh? Bring. It. On. We’ll be up and at it whatever the weather. You can’t stop us now, because we’re having a good time.
gotta love penguins running
seriously though, dont stop us now,
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
‘Cause I’m having a good time having a good timeI’m a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me
At the very least, I’m like a parkrunner yomping through the park, and I wont be stopping until I’ve found a table for post parkrun brunch. That’s non negotiable. Some traditions should never be broken.
So I leave you with action shots of Sheffield Hallam parkrunners running down parkrun in the snow.
Thanks George Carman for the photos – your logo hasn’t appeared on the photos this week for some reason, but the glory and acknowledgement goes to you all the same. Ready or not!
Oh and here is regal smiley of the ‘No sports bra? No problem‘ running trouble shooting consultancy. No idea how many bras she’s wearing here, or of what type, but she looks happy out there which is the most important thing. And she’s not having to run clutching her boobs or anything, so she’s clearly doing something right. Bravo.
Yeah, it was fun out there. Type one and Type two. Result!
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