600 Not Out

I clocked up my 600th parkrun this morning at Cramond. It seemed to rain all night and was still pretty damp in the morning, but it turned out not too bad for our run - a bit of a breeze on the way out, but the rain petered out. One of my parkrun buddies (who has now done 608 parkruns) ran with me, chatting all the way as per usual and as I crossed the finishing line her husband (veteran of 632 parkruns) ran forward with a beautiful bouquet of roses for me!  Unfortunately no photos  of that, but lots were taken afterwards.  I’ve put one, that my husband took, in the extras - that’s three of the four “600 clubbers” in Scotland.

Afterwards we went for a celebratory cup of coffee!