Saturday was a special one. The plan was simple: help my daughter Emma chase down a new 5km PB and share her first parkrun. In my head, I had a time of around 25 minutes — a steady 5-minute per kilometre pace — and, as always, a little fatherly optimism.
We started strong. Perhaps too strong — 4:51 for the first kilometre (my fault entirely). But Emma settled in beautifully, even as the effort started to bite. Around 4.5km, a stubborn stitch nearly stopped her in her tracks. We slowed to almost walking pace, caught our breath, and regrouped.
What happened next made me a very proud dad. She dug deep, found that extra bit of determination, and powered through the final stretch — passing several runners and finishing strong. PB achieved!
For me, it wasn’t about the numbers but the shared experience — that mix of focus, effort, and connection that makes running so special. I actually felt great throughout, plenty left in the tank, maybe thanks to the recent HIIT sessions on the treadmill, which I’m really enjoying.
With a trail run lined up for December, it feels good to be getting back into rhythm. But this one was about more than training — it was about time together, shared goals, and the simple joy of running side by side.
“It’s not just about pace — it’s about purpose”
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