Well a crash had to happen.
I’ve been on a high for the last four weeks, there was bound to be a bump in the road.
I’ve been looking forward to today all week. We’d decided to bring the children to Walsall Parkrun so I could finally have a go at my home Parkrun.
But this morning did not go to plan.
It started with a 6am alarm call to finish sorting the kitchen out ready for the new fridge freezer that could be arriving anytime between 7am & 10pm. This was irritating as the old one had died the day before, and we’d had no choice but to get a new one. At this point my parkrun was already cancelled as I’d have to be at home to take delivery.
But then joy of joys, a text message arrived to say our estimated delivery slot was 12pm to 4pm.
Hurrah! Parkrun was back on!
Just like that we were off.
(Photo from @WalsallParkrun twitter feed)
And within 5 minutes so was my son. One minute he wanted to stop then totally run wild. He went into total meltdown. Daughter trotted off on her own & carried on while I dealt with the tantrum.
We finished the first lap and I made the decision to end it and concentrate on not allowing him to disrupt everyone else’s runs.
It took till 10am to get him calmed down. It’s been months since he went into meltdown and I’d forgotten how horrible it is to deal with.
Ironically, he then went and had a perfect swimming lesson.
And although the rest of the day has been perfectly pleasant, I’m left with a lingering sense of frustration & disappointment.
I know there will be other days & other runs, but still…