Digested Read: Graves junior parkrun, two today! Hurrah.
You might think I’d get bored with parkrun in general and junior parkrun in particular eventually. Surely there is a point at which it all becomes boring and repetitious you might erroneously speculate? But you could only possibly think that if you’ve never yourself surrendered to the Sunday morning gloriousness which is Graves junior parkrun. It never disappoints, and sometimes it truly excels itself. For example on this day, which was our second birthday. Hurrah! How awesome is that? Our first birthday celebrations were pretty epic, but today was epic squared. Even the normally tarmac paths were transformed into rainbow routes especially for the occasion, that cake creation above, it’s not a fantasy creation it’s hyper-realism. Who needs a yellow brick road when you can have actual rainbows to run round on Graves junior parkrun’s birthday? Come and see for yourself next year if you missed it this time around. Logically it will be epic cubed by then. It won’t just be lollipop trees all around you, but cavorting unicorns and woodland fairies marshalling the route as well. Miss it, you’ll miss out.
So dear reader, I’m sure you must know all about parkrun and junior parkrun by now. But it occurred to me I may not yet have been so proactive as to share the official blah de blah about the Graves junior parkrun course. So here it is (well, I know how arduous it can be to click on a link after the rigours of a stressful day, or indeed any time, so just happy to help):
The course is 2000m (2K) long. It’s run in Graves Park, Sheffield, and run mostly on tarmac paths, with some grass. A two lap anticlockwise course starts in the field, by the car park (beside the animal farm, off Hemsworth Road).
From the Start run down to the Rose Garden cafe, then turn left and downhill towards the lakes. Run between the two lakes and turn left following the path towards the Animal Farm. Take the path going up through the farm, and back towards the Start.
Whilst all animal enclosures are fenced off, normal public health warnings and information about farm dangers applies and some basic rules need to be adhered to:
(1) Children to be discouraged from touching animals and eating or drinking near the animals. (2) Do not enter any of the animal enclosures. (3) Follow any instructions given by farm staff. (4) Open wounds to be covered. (5) Pregnant women to avoid contact with sheep and lambs.
Today it happened in a park that was a lovely as this:
and the course looks like this on the google map aerial view thingymajig:
Well, I say it looks like that, to be honest, sometimes it’s hard to tell. Graves park is infamous for having its very own micro-climate, so sometimes you can arrive and find it in total white out, or, as today, enveloped in an ever thickening mist. I like to think it just adds to the unique atmosphere of the place, and introduces a welcome element of surprise and frisson of excitement to every Sunday morning. If you are risk averse however, you might like to ensure all your loved ones are wearing fully charged trackable devices before you unleash them in the park. To be fair, based on today’s conditions, we may need to start counting the runners out and then counting them all back in again….
Naturally, hardly slept a wink the night before. What would the morning bring? I mean, there were some obvious clues, parkrun, cake, fancy dress – that’s a pretty dizzy cocktail of delights to wake up to for anyone.
It also brought a thick mist. Arriving at Graves park it had an other-worldly feel. Various volunteers emerged through the fog, all most atmospheric.
To the untrained eye, that shot may make it look a little forlorn, but that untrained eye knows nothing. Whilst I was doing my usual course set up – in the company of Geronimo who wasn’t as much practical help as I’d hoped to be fair… others were making the magic happen by setting up the cake stall options. From the fog, eventually appeared this!
Pretty cool eh?
Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. Quelle surprise!
So there was a good turn out of volunteer for the occasion, many sporting fancy dress in various incarnations. Some sacrificed personal comfort and the warmth of layers to honour their costume choices – the wally outfit was fabulous, but not one to keep you warm to your cockles methinks, the unicorn onesie sported by the tailwalker for today may have been a cosier option. Kudos to all though. It’s nice when people make an effort.
Some outfits were a little more eyebrow raising than others. The Wolverine outfit being perilously close to cosplay I felt and distinctly scary, but this was as nothing to the living, breathing mischief-making incarnation of Mr Blobby!
It would be fair to say he caused quite a stir! Also, quite a debate as to his recognizability and scariness quotient for our young parkrunners. Mr Blobby first materialised in 1992. I know, I actually thought it was in the eighties, but even so, for the average junior parkrunner that timeline would sound sufficiently long ago that it probably coincided with the age of the dinosaurs. And no, I’m not exaggerating for comic effect here. My friend’s daughter once asked her mum, in my presence, what dinosaurs she remembered from when she was growing up. I know…. Point is, decontextualised, or indeed in context, Mr Blobby is pretty unsettling presence isn’t he? They wouldn’t have a clue who he was, and without that clue, well ‘disturbing’ is indeed the word I thought there might be some tears, or at least wide-berths being given, but apparently not. Not sure what to make of this. Does it mean I could come as the child snatcher next year and not raise so much as an eyebrow, let alone a shudder?
Hmm. maybe not. I think I best not risk it. Tempting as the notion is…
Anyway, soon enough there was a grand gathering of chattering cheeriness. To be fair, although a great many juniors had also donned fabulous costumes, I think the grown-ups were having even more fun.
Geronimo was warmly welcomed of course – though a few did ask after Sophie, my unicorn companion for last year. Truth is, she went off to join some university students on a skiing trip and enjoyed herself so much she’s stayed on out there in the snow, and very happy she is too. Geronimo was a hit with the llamas especially, judging by the curious stares they latched onto us as we were walking through the animal farm whilst setting out the course. Actually, bit of self-awareness called for here, I don’t think she was a hit, I think she was a cause of outrage. Llamas do disdain better than any other mammal I can think of, and I can think of quite a few. Camels are pretty good at it too, but then again, they are from the same camelid family, so that’s no great surprise , no really, they are. I think the ability to express disdain might well be one of their distinguishing characteristics. Oh well.
After the usual greetings and milling about, we all gathered enthusiastically for the Run Director’s welcome and briefing. As it was a special event, there was a reminder of Graves junior’s milestones and history, all brilliantly captured in the official run report for the Graves junior parkrun birthday bash:
As the Event Director said, it was time to say THANK YOU to everyone at Graves juniors: volunteers who help, runners who enjoy the event, and parents who get up early, sort breakfasts and transport, make sure barcodes aren’t forgotten, and support their kids healthy lifestyles, week after week! The organisers were a small group of volunteers and from the very beginning, as any other parkrun event, we relied on a wider support from Sheffield runners, volunteers, and families. Sergei also shared some of the statistics on our 2nd birthday: we’ve had 1568 runners so far, and the little feet have pounded over 10, 000 km in Graves Park! We are so proud of everyone who is part of Graves juniors, in any capacity, so let the music play, and we’ll all have some cake!
Milestone wrist bands were given out, I think they are a great idea, instant gratification on achieving half-marathon, full marathon or ultra distances.
It was fortunate there were a fair few super heroes around this morning,
as it seems super villain Reverse Flash had infiltrated the hi-vis heroes today. He didn’t fool me. On no. Jessica Fletcher would have been proud of my observation skills, nowt gets past me on a good day – apart from other runners, who constantly overtake me on every run I’ve ever done ever, obviously, but this was a bit different. He was indeed super fast, leading a feisty and furious warm up for the
over= excited runners and other parkfun participants.
Then there was the gathering at the misty start line
and then they were off! A bit of a false start this week, due to the muffling effect of the wolverine mask, however, that matters not, it is after all a run not a race, and just see how they run! I particularly like the butterfly in flight and the Usain Bolt posed photo.
Bravely high-fiving Mr Blobby as they passed:
I was about to say, you can just stick a hi-vis on anyone at a junior parkrun and it makes them appear safe. But I see in this photo that Mr Blobby is not even sporting his. I wonder if perhaps he was just randomly walking in the park and we just abducted him assuming him to be in fancy dress and therefore one of our own, we never really checked his credentials now I come to think about it… and nobody seemed to really know who he was. Oh well, all’s well that ends well, as the saying goes.
I never tire of watching junior parkrunners taking on the course. The speedier ones sprinting at the front, and others pootling round taking it all in and enjoying the many and varied sights and delights of the parkrun experience. Today though was particularly memorable. The first two runners were brothers I think, and they ran round stride for stride and then when they got to the finish… oh gawd, I think I’ve got something in my eye just thinking about this – when they got to the finish funnel, they paused, and held hands so they could cross the line together! Oh my gawd. Isn’t that amazing? So proud of these runners. Totally harnesses what parkrun should be.
We on the finish funnel, welcomed them in and shooed them down to have their barcodes scanned
Granted, I’m not looking at my most animated in that shot right there, but it was a lull after most of the runners had gone through. It’s hard work cheering everyone through, you need to take the power breaks when you can.
Barcodes scanned, the parkrunners joined the next even more impressive queue for custody of cake
No question, that cake was quite a hit, and the queues long. Thinking ahead to next year maybe we need some volunteer buskers to entertain them with juggling and magic tricks like they do for the lines in Disneyland (I think), that, or have satellite marshals patrol the line handing out the chocolate vegan cupcakes on a tray for those who were fading with the wait. All very good-natured though, as you’d expect. That’s because all parkrunners are lovely (fact) and junior parkrunners are lovelier still! 🙂
Inevitably, the final finisher came through, all smiles of triumph and that was that. Course dismantled and runners disappearing into mist to carry on with the rest of the day, carrying the extra ballast of celebratory cake in their stomachs as a happy memory.
But you know what. That wasn’t the end of the morning’s fun. Oooooooooooooooh no, something completely brilliant was still to happen.
Firstly, there was the hilarity factor in when some of us gathered marshals collectively realised that Mr Blobby was marshalling at the most complicated of marshalling points apropos post run course dismantling. He would need to take down the tape that keeps runners away from the lake, haul up the plastic stake, and carry a bag of tape and hi-vis vests back up the hill through the mist. One option might have been to go and offer assistance. However, we were operating on democratic principles which means we go with what the majority agree on even if that disadvantages a minority, or indeed everyone. In this case, we decided it would be completely hilarious to watch him try to complete this task and then make his way up the hill. And you know what, I can’t regret it one little bit, it was indeed truly hilarious. Now that’s a boon you don’t get at many parkruns I’d venture, seeing Mr Blobby undertaking a practical challenge to comedic effect. Laugh? I thought my knickers would never dry!
And that wasn’t even the end of it.
Once Mr Blobby had rejoined us, he was quickly mobbed by a group of junior parkrunners, who delighted in watching him messily eat cake and generally ‘josh around’. There was much lively play. After a bit, he took himself off behind the cafe to disrobe, a couple of youngsters went after him, but not all. This last bit of information is critical. Remember it.
So after a bit, a new adult male appears as if from nowhere. ‘Oh no‘, I exclaimed to him ‘if only you had been here just a few minutes earlier you’d have seen Mr Blobby! It’s been so very exciting, he was quite a spectacle!’ He replied in kind, ‘I’d love to have met him, what a shame‘ etc etc. Now dear reader, you might be ahead of me here, but the point is, the genius things is, the junior parkrunners assembled at this point were on the cusp of belief. They strongly suspected there must be a person inside the Mr Blobby outfit but weren’t 100% confident on this point. They were also unsure what was at stake if they declared one way or the other and backed the wrong side. A couple of the bolder juniors protested ‘no, that’s him, that’s him! He was Mr Blobby‘. I held my ground though, it couldn’t possibly be him, because Mr Blobby was extremely rotund, whereas this gentleman was positively svelte. I could see puzzlement and mental processing etched on their faces. ‘But I saw him take the costume off‘ insisted one. I was having none of it. What could they possibly mean. Mr Blobby had clearly gone home for breakfast, most people had, that was just as it should be. Eventually, one of the feistier young runners had a stroke of genius ‘I’ll prove it to you‘ she exclaimed, and reaching up to this (now slightly alarmed) new arrival, triumphantly unzipped his coat, expecting to reveal a pink costume adorned with yellow spots. Dear reader, her expression, and that of her fellow parkrunners was just brilliant. He was just wearing a normal shirt, therefore, he can’t possibly have been dressed up as Mr Blobby, and if he wasn’t dressed up as Mr Blobby well then, you guessed it, that can only mean Mr Blobby was most definitely for real!
It was brilliant. Best conclusion to the run ever!
I love that some of these youngsters must presumably still believe in Father Christmas and who knows, the tooth fairy too. In fact, while we are on the topic, a friend of mine told me that she believed in the tooth fairy for far, far longer than her peers due to a mishap in her youth. One time, she lost a tooth, put it out for the tooth fairy and the tooth fairy never came. Tearfully, she showed her lost tooth to her mum, saying the tooth fairy couldn’t be real because she never came. Her mum was having none of it. This was an absolute outrage, what was going on with the tooth fairy supposedly servicing their road. She would sort it there and then. In her presence, her mum rang the tooth fairy’s manager and complained, and was promised that the tooth fairy would definitely come tonight instead, they were very sorry and they’d leave an extra something by way of apology. And that’s what happened! Therefore, the tooth fairy was most definitely real, just not infallible. Proof indeed!
So that was that, we took ourselves off to the cafe for results processing and token sorting and tale sharing and then shored up with feel good endorphins went our separate ways.
All ended, but don’t be deflated dear reader, you can come along to Graves junior parkrun any Sunday you like. And if you are so unlucky as not to live anywhere near Sheffield, there are other junior parkruns available that make fun of their own too. And it’s only another 51 weekends to go before we celebrate our birthday all over again. make a note in your diary now, just to be on the safe side. Meantime, thanks for virtually joining in the fun by reading to the end of this post, and thank you everyone at Graves junior parkrun for making Sunday the highlight of my week. And no, that’s not because I don’t get out much, it’s because junior parkrun is the best thing EVER.
You’re welcome. 🙂
Also, don’t you think our very own George surpassed himself today on the photography front? I do. Thank you.
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Oh, and in case you missed it, the official run report for the Graves junior parkrun birthday bash is here.