Winners and losers and anything in between!
I had a rather thrilling morning today. I’m not a keen ‘Park Runner’ for several reasons: my local event means two laps of a beautiful lake but I find after one lap I struggle (I’m a one lap runner tbh), plus I am too competitive with myself and I cannot keep on going for Personal Bests.
However, this morning was different. One of my running buddies, J, was running her 50th park run (as were others I don’t know so well) and our running club, ‘Kingfisher Harriers’, were turning out in force for support; we are affectionately referred to as the ‘Orange Army’ as you’ll see from the pic…
Another running buddy, T, is definitely a faster, more regular runner than me but as we began to run I managed to keep up with her. When she scanned her watch and said, ‘Wow, this is a faster pace than I usually do’, I thought to myself, ‘This just could be a PB’, so decided to keep pushing myself.
Towards the end of the run a guy and his young son were a step ahead of me when I heard the guy say to his son, ‘You’re doing really well, we are not at 30 minutes yet’.
Although fit-to-burst or faint or cry or laugh-like-a-hyena, I pushed even more through the finish line and guess what…I had run a PB of 30 minutes 04 seconds.
Yes, that’s a super time for me and I ran well for my age group (when you receive Park Run results you can see how much effort you have put in) but I so want to run 5k in ‘sub 30’ – less than 30 minutes, and I was so, so close.
According to many running buddies I did well – and they see me as a winner, so I will take the accolade – but I’ll avoid Park Run for a few weeks…then go for that elusive sub 30 again!
After lunch my O.H.and I popped out to scout around some antique dealers as I need a stool/step (no laughing) so that I can reach the top shelves in our kitchen cupboards (I keep the cake on a top shelf so this could be a bad thing).
The fourth shop resulted in a find – yay! The antique shop in the quirky Yew Tree Farm Shopping village (small but very nice and worth a visit) had just what I wanted. Result!
On the way home we called into a local ‘everything’ shop in the nearby village of Studley (a couple of miles from our home). I LOVE this shop which is called ‘Davis of Studley’ but to my horror it is shutting down after about 50 years of trading.
From nuts and bolts to fairy liquid to power tools to quality toys the shop is an Aladdin’s cave and I will really miss it.
My fondest memory is buying toys at Christmas for the g.children; one year I bought a ‘Silver Cross’ dolls pram for my g.daughter ‘K’. I always wanted a ‘Silver Cross’ pram as a child so you can imagine my pleasure at finding one in ’Davis’. I admit, ‘K’ probably wasn’t as excited as me!
Recounting the story to a member of staff who remembered me purchasing it, I said ‘What on earth will I do this Christmas? I can’t buy toys from a supermarket (fyi, ‘T’ is my most disliked supermarket)…it just isn’t the same’.
Luckily we have an ‘Entertainer’ in Redditch yet ‘Davis’ just has that old-fashioned feel to it; when mooching around the toys it takes me back to my own childhood in the 1960’s.
Studley village will not be the same. I’ve said it before, and I will keep on saying, I fear many High Streets are going to be losers in the retail game for a while to come.
All I can do is hope what one of the staff told me today comes true…‘Retail will go full circle and in not so many years the supermarkets and internet will be making way for smaller shops to come back’.
I so hope so, but right now it feels like the internet and huge supermarkets are the subject of the old ABBA song, ‘The winner takes it all’. Boo!
Hugs and have a lovely Easter,