
Expectation
7:30: We awake to find all of our fresh-faced children have made themselves a healthy breakfast in preparation for Parkrun. We say good morning, to which they reply with a jolly “Good Morning Mum & Dad!” and a hug.
7:40: We sit down as a family around the table enjoying said healthy breakfast, talking about how excited we are to try our hardest at Parkrun.
8:00: The children skip merrily upstairs to get dressed into their running clothes, that after I have washed and dried in the week, they have carefully placed back into their drawers.
8:10: After brushing their teeth, they skip merrily back downstairs to put on their trainers that they obviously put back on the shoe rack last time they used them.
8:15: The children are ready. They have their shoes on and tied. They have their apple watches on. They’ve used their initiative and made themselves a drink to take with them.
8:20: We leave the house. The children get into the car, one of them even volunteers to take one for the team and sit in the back seat. Everyone is smiling.
8:30: We are on our way to Parkrun. The children are all listening to music with their headphones on.
8:45: We arrive at Parkrun in plenty of time. We park the car and have a walk round the country park before heading over to the run briefing.
9:05: The run begins. We enjoy a lovely family run together, taking in the scenery and talking about our plans for the rest of the day.
9:40: We cross the finish line, get our beautifully coloured Parkrun wristbands scanned and head home, congratulating each other on a great run.
Reality
7:30: Our alarm goes off. We snooze it.
7:39: Our alarm goes off again. We snooze it again.
7:48: Our alarm goes off again. We decide we should probably get up and see what state the kids are in.
7:50: We emerge from our bedroom. Alana is still asleep. Charlie is in his pyjamas covered in last night’s dinner. Jack has got a headache/leg ache/stomach ache/arm ache/a spot/a rash/a bruise/or anything else he thinks will get him out of running. Leo has got his headphones on watching YouTube, and has got no idea we’re even here.
7:55: After asking, and asking, and asking, and asking, and eventually threatening to turn the Wi-Fi off if they don’t listen, the kids scramble upstairs to get dressed.
8:10: Quite what they’ve been doing for the last 15 minutes is a mystery, because they now want help finding their running clothes.
It was in front of their faces the whole time.
8:20: We shout up to the kids to hurry up and get their shoes on. They scramble back downstairs, in a hurry all of a sudden, as they’ve now realised we’re about to leave and the last one out the house has to sit in the back of the 7-seater (the worst seat, apparently.)
8:25: Jack can’t tie his own shoelaces. Alana really should have brushed her hair. Leo’s walking round in his socks watching YouTube videos about Love Island, and Charlie needs the toilet. Brilliant.
8:30: We’re going. I don’t care if you’ve got one shoe on, you can’t find a jacket, your watch is flat, you’re halfway through a wee, I don’t care. WE ARE LEAVING!
No-ones brushed their teeth. The whole house smells like garlic.
8:40: The kids all left their headphones at home and there’s 4 different YouTube videos blaring out from the back seats.
8:55: We arrive at Parkrun. There’s no-where to park because we were so late leaving. We eventually squeeze into a space and get out the car. Leo’s shoelaces are untied. Despite the fact he’s almost 12, we tie them for him so its not ‘all our fault’ when he falls.
9:00: We get to the run briefing just in time. Alana’s crying because despite saying she wants to push herself and get a PB, now we’re actually here and she’s actually got to do it, she’s had a change of heart. Tough.
9:05: The run begins. Alana’s tears have stopped and she’s already in the top 10. Leo, Jack and Charlie begin a conversation about Fortnite skins. I just want to run.
9:15: Leo’s shoelaces are undone. He stops to tie them.
9:20: Alana and Dad are way off in the distance now. The boys are still talking about Fortnite. I’m very sweaty, I’m very tired, and I don’t know what my favourite Fortnite skin is. Thanks for asking every 2 minutes though kids, it REALLY helps.
9:25: Leo’s shoelaces are undone. Again. He stops to tie them. Again.
9:40: We cross the finish line. Jack sprinted off 200m ago and is now crying at the finish line because his legs/chest/neck/head hurts.
Leo and Charlie are in a furious sprint battle. The outcome of this dictates the mood at home for the rest of the day. Charlie wins. Probably not the best result.
9:45: We find the barcode scanners and get our laminated, slightly soggy, pieces of paper scanned, because the kids are too careless to look after a nice wristband.
9:50: We head home. The kids are thirsty because they didn’t bring a drink. It’s our fault for not telling them to. Demands are already being made for breakfast. And the ‘whose turn is it on the playstation’ argument has begun.
10:15: We get back home, throw some coco pops in a bowl for the kids and wonder what time its acceptable to open the vodka.




































