Finally managed to officially bag the last of the three parkruns they have in Copenhagen yesterday. Have been feeling rough all week, head cold, and sleeping badly but I was awake anyway so though wth? On with gear, downed two espressos and some water and jogged the three km from hotel to Faelledparken in freezing fog. Found the parkrun, met a couple of English tourists one of whom was doing his first ever parkrun, listened to the Danish briefing, and the much shorter English briefing "follow the others" and then we were off.
Halfway through first lap of three, whilst on the shoulder of the neophyte Brit, I undid the zip of my long sleeve jersey and my Garmin watch fell off. Of course I had to stop to pick it up, and run slowly whilst putting it back on. By which time Mr Brit had disappeared into the thick fog. Passed a few, two of whom passed me on the last lap, caught one of them when I geared up with 1000m to go, and then a bearded viking type drew up to my shoulder and seemed to indicate through gesture and (Danish) word that we were going to race, and hard, to the end. I beat him by two seconds, as, courtesy of Mr Jones from school PE in the mid- late-70's I keep a decent 200m sprint in my back pocket along with my barcode. Never did catch Mr Neophyte.
Anyway. Came 37th, about half way down the field in 24:01. My quickest parkrun of the year. I came second in my age grade - but the guy who beat me was third overall, only by two seconds, and finished well over a kilometre in front of me in 18:18.
Jogged back to hotel, getting lost in the process as a took a wrong turn in the fog.
Completed the Bath Half today...1:33:31. I'm over the flipping moon! 
